Roy M. Griffis

Roy M. Griffis

Storyteller

Captain America

LET THE SELF-PIMPING COMMENCE!

Let the self-pimping commence!

The first book in my  new comic fantasy series, 𝐂𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐥𝐡𝐮, 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 is on sale December 7 – 11.

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒂 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒑 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔?

Narg was content working as a Damnation Services-10 in HR. Sure, he was related to one of the Elder Gods, but a little nepotism never hurt any Thing. His life was just wailing and gibbering, right up until his Uncle needed a small favor from his nephew.

All Narg had to do was go down among the humans…and pretend to be one of 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚.

 

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫: this is the untold story of the ghastly, unappreciated (and entirely expendable) minor

Writer Problems

Not tryin' to save anybody's life here

But it’s damned annoying.

Dunno about any of you, but I kind of have a clock in my head (it takes up more mental space the older I get, but that’s a confession for another time).   The clock is multi-functional, tracking hours, days, years, and regret…yes, I had to pay extra to get that feature installed.

Regardless, yesterday I was printing a copy of my next, as-yet unreleased novel  (The Auditors of Doom) for my son to read and I happened to notice that the formatting on the internal dialogue was incorrect.  It should be in italics, but most of it was in normal text.

For what it’s worth, it turns

An Idea Occurred To Me

An idea so crazy it might just work

As Babykat's expression attests, this is not my first time at the wacky idea rodeo
One thing I love is getting reactions from readers.  Whether Amazon reviews, comments on my webpage, responses to my Facebook posts, or even emails directly to me, I dig almost all of them.
 
While the odd bit of praise is certainly gratifying, one of the most unexpected pleasures of those interactions are the stories readers will sometimes tell.
 
Like the lady in New Zealand who worked in the swingin’ 60s for director and comedian Peter Cook (best known in America as the bishop with a weird speech impediment in “The Princess Bride,” but very cutting edge at

The Change of Seasons and

"Fall" makes me reflect too much

New tech, old ca

The days get cooler, leaves slip silently to the ground, the lush grass grows stiff and brown.  In the clear skies of East Texas, I can see the wide, fluid V of different species of birds heading to their winter homes.

Our senior cat, Felix, is nearly 20 years old.  He’s getting thinner, eating less, but always happy to sit on our laps, and just purr at the joy of being with me, my wife, my son, even my mother-in-law.

But he won’t be part of our family much longer, and that will be the closing of another small but significant chapter in our lives.

I look at that old typewriter, and it reminds

Too good not to pimp

A simple, spare masterpiece of storytelling

I know I said I wasn’t going to post anything else on the website today, but I ran across this and just had to make sure my readers knew about it. 

It’s pure, in it’s own way, not ugly, not tawdry, but so damn honest.  Check it below.

Unaccustomed as I am to public speaking

Unaccustomed as I am to Public speaking...

Okay, that’s a slight elision of the truth, as I have been known to tread the boards (I played the town’s good-natured simpleton in our local Community Theater’s Spring ThespFest, which performance my ex-wife called “brilliant type-casting”).  And I’m not adverse to speaking in front of strangers, sometimes at length.

At a play-reading in San Francisco. Yes, it was my play.

This Thursday, October 7, at 6pm PST (8pm CST, and etc),  I’ll be the featured guest on a writer-focused radio show out of Los Angeles called “The Writers Block.”  It’s been around for over seven years, with world-wide listenership of over 600,000 folks.  

In fact, this is my second appearance on the

Confessions of a Very Minor Author

Confessions of very minor author

Okay, I know I’m not a household name.  A few folks, though, have read my books, and from time to time drop a nice comment at my Facebook page or on my website.

But, as a vma (very minor author) who doesn’t receive any press attention worth mentioning, I have to tell ya, sometimes a review just makes a brother’s day.

See, writing the stuff isn’t the struggle.  I’ve been doing it since I was ten (and nobody needs know how long ago that was).  I wrote when it was free, I composed when I was underway (aboard a ship at sea, for you lubbers), I’ve written divorced, jobless, and heartbroken.  I’ll keep writing, I

Gotta Be Honest…

Gotta Be Honest...

Coming soon, by the way.

I just realized that a writer who was savvy about marketing would have already pumped out a couple of newsletters pimping his upcoming book.

It’s pretty clear I’m not that guy.  I have subscribed to some newsletters, usually as the result of attending some online seminar about the bidness of writing.  And more often than not, I’ve learned useful stuff at those seminars.

But, man…most of those folks, once they have a brother’s email, they will cyberstalk you, with their special offers showing up anywhere from once a week to every other day.

I get that we all have to advertise ourselves, our art and our commerce.  But I really get annoyed