I’m happy to announce that my third book, Bottom Feeder, is now available as a presale on Amazon. Bottom Feeder is a chapbook and deals with relapse and the social collapse and madness that accompanies the fall. It is the third book of the now titled series Destined, but… Bottom Feeder officially releases on Friday, […]
Hopping aboard that entrepreneurial spirit soul train while wandering down this new path in life, I thought I’d take advantage of having some of these made up before the holiday seasons and before the release of the forthcoming chapbook titled Bottom Feeder. So in case you’re interested these are here and redeemable here anywhere on […]
Posted just a few hours ago, worth the read. https://alittlebookproblem.co.uk/2020/09/25/friday-night-drinks-with-jim-miller/amp/?__twitter_impression=true
Ghost in the Reflection-Letters to Erin will be offered on Amazon as a free ebook today, tomorrow and Wednesday. So if you haven’t already purchased it, well, you’re not going to get a much better price. I hope to see a large score of e-books given away over these next few days. That’s my big […]
Ok, so yesterday, I’m not going to lie, I may have done this one thing. Needless to say, I was still here when I woke this morning, and that’s always a solid ending or beginning to the continuity of any story. But I finished up filling out the paperwork for the ability to say that […]
In solemn doubt, we stare one another like two natural-born enemies rather than the teammates we started down the aisle being. It’s a world-wide trend evolving faster than the damned bat flu. There is no loyalty, no honor remaining anywhere behind the scenes of the forefront. And we sigh, allowing it to continue, then we […]
Music is the Gatorade for the soul, that refreshing, life-giving wholesome necessity. I cannot think of anything that starts a day better than some good tunes, a cup of coffee, and a big fatty. Music is life. It knows my good side almost as well as it knows my bad. It knows how to lighten […]
Sometimes in the ripples of space, in the early twilight of dawn, we look out and up in longing for hopeless hope without the merciless pleadings that usually accompany. Some days we can ration the bowl to be half full, yet others it’s definitely half empty, and as unformidable as it may sound, they are […]
I grasp the walls soaking wet, grip slipping further down and I furiously fight to catch my breath amongst the frantic panic. The hourglass continues to empty quickly, meanwhile, the piling half grows so slowly. Ain’t it funny how that shit like that works? In those moments lost laying upon the bottom, we learn […]
