Friday, January 3, 2014

Shit Stains and Whorebaggery --A Retrospective

Turns out that it's a real kick in the fork to become homeless, then to work your ass off for the better part of a year, only to be told that that work wasn't hard enough. Missing out on not one, but two promotions because of reasons I don't agree with makes living without a home for my family all that much hotter to handle, too cold to hold. Having said that, I don't wish it to seem that I dislike my job, especially when it's usually quite the opposite. There's something to be said for going to a place everyday, and being the best at what I do. It makes a guy turn humble.

2013 didn't all-the-way suck. I sold more copies of my novel, EARLY MOURNING each quarter than the one preceding it, which is odd, because I'm not promoting it at all. I had a piece of art in a hugely successful Kickstarter campaign. I also sold a number of fun and personally satisfying commissions for illustrations. Another great thing that has happened recently is, I've stumbled upon a new way of drawing, and the pictures I'm making are beginning to become quite popular on a social networking site.

I'll end this shit-stain of a post with a bit of whorebaggery: send me a message at tim(dot)kress(dot)fiction at gmail.com, and ask me how you can get the physical copy of my book for $4 and the promise of a favor.

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Quick Post: New Art Site

Hey, it's been too long, but I'm a busy guy.

Here's my new site at Cargo Collective, which is where I'll be posting all my pictures from now on.

If you have time, please have a look.

-Tim

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Heart Rooms



(originally posted to my tumblr.)


Heart Rooms

She smiles a sideways smile, looking him in the eye without moving her head in his direction. The light from the street lamps plays in her eyes like a thousand thousand stars reflected in a midnight lake. His heart skips a beat, then jumps in his chest. His heart opens a secret door built into his rib cage, and falls out onto the ground at her feet. He closes the secret door in his ribs, picks it up, brushes off the dirt and cigarette butts it picked up from the ground, and wraps it in a sheet of old newspaper. Holding his heart in one hand, he takes one of her perfect, small hands in his free hand, and places his heart in her hand.

"I’ve been growing this for you since the day I was born. I may not have always taken enough good care of it for you, and for that, I apologize," he said. “I understand if you don’t want it, but you can’t give it back to me."

"I know," she said, “how the rules work." And then she opens her own secret rib door, which opens to show an empty room, a room long unoccupied, and taking his heart out of the paper wrapping, tips it into her chest. She closes the door.

She leans her head back against the brick building she’s resting against, eyes closed, and sighs.

"So, I should get going," she said. “I have a paper to write. I’ll call you sometime next week. I promise." Then she walks down the sidewalk, in a direction that would not take her anywhere near to a place she could write a paper. He’d never seen her walk with such light, carefree steps before.

That night, he tries placing all manner of things in his own empty room, now that he knows the trick of it. Beer cans weren’t right. The cold ones were too cold, and the empties rattled around too much. He places a very small yellow potted flower in the room, but that just made him feel bad for the flower, so he takes it back out. The cockroach he finds in a dumpster behind her apartment is the closest thing to right he can find, but it was still light years away from what he needs. Plus, the cockroach probably had a family who loved it, so he let it go, and finally just settles on keeping his pack of smokes, lighter, and cellphone in his empty room.

"Maybe," he thinks, “when she calls me next week, she’ll let me come over and let me have a little bit of time with my heart. It’d be nice just to know the old boy’s still beating, to know if he’s happy in his new home."

She never called.

Monday, May 6, 2013

A Helping Proposition

On April 19th, my family and I were evacuated from our home because of the flooding on the Rock River in Barstow, IL. We haven't been home since. We were able to grab about 2 bags of clothes, and I shoved my computer in my bag. That's all we got out of there.

The day after we were evacuated, the dike holding the flood waters in broke at its weakest spot, which happened to be about 15 feet behind our home. The river has since gone down most of the way, but because there's a dike, the water isn't yet out of our neighborhood. We have no idea if the water got into our house, because there's almost no news coming out of Barstow (it's an extremely small town, and apparently the local news doesn't care enough of the the 60 or so people who live there enough to report on it), but all signs point to everything we had being ruined. I'm not going to go through a list of all the things we lost, because it's pretty much everything (including our home), and it'd be too much of a downer to think about it.

Thankfully my wife's parents have taken us in, and my parents have helped, too. My two kids are actually pretty happy with the situation; they feel like they're on vacation, and it's much more fun at their grandparent's house, although I think my son is going through some pretty serious video game withdrawal. We have a place to stay, but it still feels like being homeless.

If you can find it in your hearts to help us out, I have a proposition. I wouldn't feel right just taking your charity, so please buy my novel, Early Mourning. We both win from the deal. I get some relief from my situation, and you get a book out of the deal.

I get the most out of it if you buy a physical copy of my book directly from the printer. Click here to go to CreateSpace to do that. The physical copy of the book is $12.50 + shipping. You can also purchase it from Amazon.

If you have a device compatible with the Kindle app, you can also purchase the eBook from Amazon. If you're a Amazon Prime member, you can read Early Mourning for free, and it'll still help me out.

Finally, I also have a book for kids, which I wrote and illustrated. It's called, The Wurly Burly Boy Has A Boring Day. Here's the physical book on CreateSpace, and here's where you can get it from Amazon.

If you think you have some friends who'd be interested in helping a writer/artist and his family on your social networks, please consider sharing this, too.

Thank you so much for the help.

Friday, February 1, 2013

Friday, January 18, 2013

Friday, December 14, 2012

A New Reader Review

This review was written by new reader Delonna Wadley. She's a great person, and her review made my week. She's a fellow writer and is working on her first collection of short stories.

“Early Morning” by Tim Kress was an enjoyable read. I would recommend this book to anyone who is looking for or likes adventure, fantasy, Native American folklore and the wonderful art of storytelling – you would not be disappointed. From the cover to the back of the summary page, I had no idea what I was getting myself into and the best part about that was – I liked not knowing. The spectrum of fantasy and reality were evident at times when it came to Early and Jensen, by creating an imaginary world that felt like you were right there with these characters. I adored Steve a.k.a Early the most because of his will power and determination to find the girl he truly loved and cherished. I realized that there is a little of Early in all of us, I think; he was an underdog of a character who was not supposed to succeed, but triumphs in the end. He conveyed the example: when you are looking for the truth, you would find it no matter what.

Jensen and Early’s relationship was weird, from the first moment they met to the very end. But they were made for each other, they needed each other whether they realized it or not and that was another aspect I liked dearly about how Tim wrote things. There were moments I laughed, gasped for air in disbelief and felt hurt, these characters were not boring, they had personality, truth and flaws and they came across as human. My favorite part throughout the book would have to have been in chapter four. I believed that was the chapter Jensen opened up more freely toward Early about what had been going on with him and that was where we (I) learned about his Native American lineage and from there that was when the adventure really started. It was truly amazing in many forms and unbelievable to the imagination.

The motif of “Early Morning” to me was “knowing” and how the reason of existing or guilelessly just wanting to know whom you were and what was your purpose was written and done ideally. The beauty and simplicity of how things could alter into something else was tangible, because every character in this book was searching for something or changing into something, for the best and worst. This book gave me a new perspective of things and most importantly, left me with the impression of hope and satisfaction. It was a good read and I personally found no fault in this book. It had done its job, and painted a nice image of the unknown with me and I could not ask for more. I was glad I had the opportunity of reading such a tale.