Thursday, December 18, 2014

Sci-Fi Novel And Other Progress

Hello friends, 

I am currently in the middle of working on the second chapter of my science fiction novel of which I apologize for not stating the name and I have a simple reason for this.  In the current state of stale ideas in this age that we're in, plagiarism seems to be running amok throughout the entertainment circles.  Of course I'm not one to name any names but I'm sure if anyone is actually reading my blog then you are aware to whom I am referring.  

I am of course not without sin myself and I am the last person who will be caught standing in a glass house hurling rocks.  By sin I do not mean stealing ideas from others and if anything I have written thus far is similar in nature, then it was by no means intentional.  I will openly admit I have been inspired by many writers, actors, and what have you that have come before my time. No, I dare not place myself into the same category. I merely cite those terms as an example.  

Moving forward with my thoughts; yes I am in the middle of transcribing my second chapter from my spiral notebook to my notebook computer.  Recently my computer was being repaired, (thankfully it was still under warranty) due to another malfunction; just another notch to add to the laundry list of malfunctions. Thanks Hp, much appreciated for your shit quality! I shall how continue to endeavor using your computer until the day I make my breakthrough and I can afford a Macintosh once more.

Once I complete the transcription of this second chapter however, I shall focus my attention on reading and editing a fourth short story I have written, then proceed with the copyrighting of said short story, and afterwards I shall do as I did with my first book and publish this short story on through their Kindle Direct Publishing service.  

This new short story I have written will further the adventures of the Southern Gothic Tales Series that I completed last year. I remind you it was the first installment of course!  The first installment being comprised of three short stories or as one person a few years ago called it, "mini-novellas" due to the fact of their length.  

In the interim alongside working on my sci-fi piece, this new short story I have completed just before my computer broke, I have also began work on a fifth entry into the Southern Gothic Tales Series.  At the present time I only have a few pages written in my spiral notebook, but at the moment all I can say is that it has a few characters in it from some of my previous short stories. So yes my plate is somewhat full and I am rather enjoying myself.  

I haven't made a video for my YouTube channel in months because I've been preoccupied with these items and as we all know, creativity can't be rushed and those that say true creativity just happens is deluding themselves.  That's all for now I believe and I hope I haven't bored you too terribly. 

You can always check out my twitter feed @Kronoso1979 and I believe it's the same on YouTube I'm honestly not sure lol.  I'm also on Facebook, occasionally I bother with Pinterest, and I’m on Instagram under the Kronoso tagline.  I don't get into the snapchat thing or anything like that because that's mostly for perverts and people just looking to be naughty.  

Last but not least, don't forget to check out my first book on under the title Southern Gothic Tales.  From time to time I am doing updates as I read through it myself because I am constantly trying to perfect my work. Recently I had a friend who did a cover for me. So the credit for the custom picture work goes out to Susan M. Conner. 


Edward Alex Lively

Sunday, November 23, 2014


So I've been very busy lately, working ever hard on my science fiction series. I recently finished the first rough draft of the first chapter and input it into the computer and then began work on the second chapter.  It is taking some time in between chapters because I am taking adequate time to develop my characters and give them some decent background and depth.

I want to give them more than just simple dialogue so that when people read this thing, the characters will strike a nerve somewhere inside of them. I am so thorough with what I am doing that surprisingly I have an entire separate document fully detailing all of my major, minor characters, and plot elements.  I believe in the end that it will make this into a more worthwhile read.

In the meantime I am having never ending struggles with my Hp laptop. I have contacted Hp and hope to have this resolved soon.  If I lose my computer then I will be writing this entire thing henceforth completely inside of a spiral notebook. There will be no rough draft in a notebook then later refining it inside of a word document.

I am also in the process thinking about other stories I can create to further my Southern Gothic Tales series. Some ideas I am playing with.

Take care everyone!

Edward Alex Lively

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Sci-fi Epic

So I have been working on this sci-fi series lately trying to develop it properly.  I have realized that the scope of what I have created in my mind, that I will have to write each part of the book as a short story and publish them and then when the final part is released; then I can release them all in one final edition as the first book.

I am almost sure when I am finished that the book will be almost one thousand pages or darn near to it.  I have had to create a separate word document in order to make sure I keep everything straight with my characters since I have developed quite a few detailed and in-depth characters. At least in my opinion.  For what I am writing I want to make sure it turns out well.  I'm sure that as I go along writing each part that I will come up with even more ideas to throw into the mix.

When you are developing something like this and actually starting to write it out then you realize how complex things become very fast.  It's not like just writing a series of regular short stories. When you have everything connected it's a completely different story.

I don't post a lot because I'm usually busy examining what I'm writing and sitting around thinking of what I want to do with it and my characters and what direction I want them to go in or in some cases what I want to happen to them.

Until next time



Sunday, October 5, 2014


So in the interim while I work on editing my latest short story and make sure it is adequately edited for all that fine mess, I am finally working on my new sci-fi series.  I am hesitant to reveal the title until I get the first story completed because I'm so afraid that someone might steal my idea.

So far it's coming along just slower than I had hoped because I am trying to make sure that it's well developed and that I am not unintentionally using ideas from other sci-fi genres without realizing it.  So much sci-fi ideas have been used so that's one thing that is making the process difficult in developing this beast.

One of the greatest challenges I suppose in creating this is that I am attempting to create a perfect world and then introduce a series of problems for the protagonists to overcome.  In order to make it sound, I am also having to read up on things such as spacecraft and other things such as airplane design.  That in itself is making things quite interesting for me so along the way I am learning some things.  And I always do enjoy learning more as I've always enjoyed reading as a child and I still do as an adult. I'm just a very picky reader when it comes to my subject material.  

Recently I ran a free promotion for my book Southern Gothic Tales and I am pleased to say that almost a hundred people nabbed my book during the free promotion.

That's it for now.

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Walking Home in Gotham

A harsh and cold icy wind blew through the dark area of Gotham City known as Crime Alley.  Crime Alley was perhaps known to be the most notorious of all the districts in Gotham city. Namely so because many horrendous and unspeakable crimes had taken place in the area; hence the name the area was eventually given, Crime Alley. 
On this particular freezing December night in question, a young mother by the name of Theresa Drake; an Irish immigrant and her young son Timothy Drake who was about eight years old were walking home after seeing a movie.  Theresa had taken her young son into downtown to the Monarch Theatre to see an animated film he’d been begging her to see for the longest time and after the movie had finally ended, they immediately started heading home.  When they left the movie theater Theresa had checked her watch and realized it was very late. She wanted to get the two of them home quick and the quickest route she knew would be to cut through Crime Alley. Theresa knew very well the kind of dangers that lurked in the historic Crime Alley district, but she knew of no other quick way to get her and Tim home.  She silently prayed as they entered the alley and walked along that nothing bad would happen. 
Theresa wore a tall thick, black overcoat made from wool that wrapped around her and reached down to her feet upon which she wore a pair of plain tennis shoes. They looked to be the type that a worker in the kitchen of a restaurant might wear to keep from slipping on a greasy floor. The coat itself looked kinda ragged with strands of the fibers coming loose in different spots. It was certainly not a brand new coat as indicated by many of the buttons fastening the coat around her and being different colors. In the crook of one arm she held a small, brown strapless purse.  On her head Theresa wore a solid white knit cap. Peeking out from underneath the edges of the cap some small bits and strands of reddish-brown hair that curled at the ends. On either ear Theresa wore a set of faux, gold ear rings.  Her son Tim wore a puffy, bright blue colored jacket zipped up tightly around him, blue jeans, red and white tennis shoes, and on his head he also wore a knit cap, but his was a yellow.  Just like his mother’s coat; Tim’s was second-hand as well.  The only thing missing from both mother and son’s attire was a set of mittens or gloves.
As the two of them walked down the sidewalk that ran parallel with the street in the alley, Tim was clutching the hand of his mother’s; walking as fast as he could and trying to keep up with the quick pace of his mother. He had no idea why his mother was walking so fast, but he knew she seemed to be in an awfully big hurry for some reason.  All Tim really knew was that he’d just finished watching the best cartoon movie he’d ever seen in his life and now his mom was taking him back home to make hot chocolate and tuck him in with a good story.

However, unbeknownst to Theresa and young Tim, they had no idea they were being followed by an unsavory and potentially dangerous character.  It was a nasty, social degenerate of some kind that was doing his or her best to remain hidden in the shadows until the time was right. Theresa looked down at Tim walking beside her, “C’mon Tim we’ve got to move faster now!”  “Why momma, why are we in such a hurry?” Tim asked looking up at her.  Theresa smiled down at Tim then continued looking straight ahead at the darkened alleyway in front of them.  “Because sweetie this really isn’t a safe area of town, but it’s the quickest way for us to get home.”  With his other hand Tim started rubbing his eyes.  “I’m getting tired of so walking fast!  Can we slow down?”  Tim said.  Theresa looked at her son again as they continued their brisk pace. “I know you're tired sweetie, but we have to hurry!”  Theresa said.  She thought she heard footsteps behind them not long after they entered the alleyway which is the reason why she began increasing her pace; making Tim practically run to keep up. 
Further ahead down the alley Theresa could see a single streetlamp and was thankful there was at least some form of light in the alley.  It was the first streetlamp she’d seen since they had taken this shortcut.  It would be at least another ten minutes or so before they reached their apartment building though.  Their building was on another street on the other side of the Crime Alley district; in the Ashtor district.  If Theresa hadn’t decided to take the shortcut then she and Tim would’ve had to walk thirty blocks to get back home as opposed to twelve and being a waitress, Theresa didn’t have extra money for a cab. Otherwise she would’ve gladly called a cab.  
Theresa happened to glance up along the building rooftops because she thought she saw movement out of the corner of her eye.  “Oh God! We are being followed!” Theresa thought to herself.  “C’mon, Tim run for it!!!”  Theresa broke out running down the alley with Tim close by her side, heading for the streetlamp.  From somewhere in the darkness behind them, Theresa could hear the steady clop-clop sound of someone wearing boots and then she began to panic as the footsteps started speeding up. She realized the person was running after them, but Theresa was too scared to look behind her to see who was chasing them.   
When they finally reached the streetlamp Theresa told Tim she had to stop. She needed to catch her breath. Behind them the footsteps came to a sudden halt. Theresa’s body went cold and rigid knowing her and her young son both were in serious trouble.  Theresa Gulped and slowly turned around to face the person who’d been running after them. She held Tim tightly up against her; hugging him close as she could to her body. Stepping from out of the shadows and into the light was a scary looking humpty dumpty man with a scraggly beard.  He was wearing a black ski cap upon his head, a dark blue sweater, dark black jeans, and black work boots. He was not wearing any gloves. What he held in his hand that was stretched out to her is what Theresa’s eyes were fixated on. In his hand was a large high caliber pistol and the man was aiming it straight at the two of them. Theresa could tell by the look in the scary looking man’s pale grey eyes he wasn’t joking around. She hugged Tim even closer to her.  

“What do you want?!”  Theresa asked.  “I don’t have any money on me! I just spent the last of our money today on rent, food, and then to take my little boy to a movie!”  Underneath all the hair on the man’s face Theresa could see a wicked grin forming. His grin was just as scary looking as the rest of him as he was missing a few teeth.  The few teeth he had left were stained yellow and he seemed to have permanent tobacco stains on his lower gum-line. Theresa gathered that he either smoked heavily or chewed tobacco quite frequently. She guessed it was most likely the latter. “I’m not here for your money lady!  I’m here to deliver a message!”  The man said with an almost gravel-raspy sounding voice.
Theresa felt confused by his statement or choice of words rather.  She looked down at Tim for a moment. He stood simply stood there hugging his mother tightly and merely looked back up at her with fear in his eyes. She could feel her little boy shaking. He was absolutely terrified.  Theresa looked back at the man standing before her still holding the gun aiming it at her and Tim. “A message?! What kind of a message?” she asked.  The scary man stepped even closer to her and Tim.  He was so close now that Theresa could make out the manufacturer of the gun he was using. It read on the side, “Cobblepot Firearms.”
“I got a message fer’ ya’ lady, from the Falcone family!  You better forget about testifying tomorrow or you can kiss little Timmy there goodbye!”  The man said.  He shifted the large gun he was holding; aiming it at the center of Tim’s forehead then he started laughing with a gurgling laughter.  Theresa’s brow raised as her eyes widened with fear.  Out of the corner of her eye Theresa spotted something shiny and metallic suddenly fly through the air, but it was moving too fast for her to see exactly what it was. The object whatever it was collided into the streetlamp, smashing the glass causing the light to flicker out.  The man abruptly stopped laughing and looked all around him.  “What in tha’ hell?!” The scary man exclaimed. 
Theresa put a hand to her mouth; gasping as a tall dark figure suddenly appeared behind the scary man out of nowhere.  The dark figure grabbed the scary man from behind; violently spinning him around.  With a quick finger jab to the throat; the dark figure caused the scary man to sink to his knees.  Theresa quickly grabbed Tim in her arms and started to hurry off down the street, but something made her stop and look back. With Tim in her arms she stood there at another street corner, beneath another streetlamp watching the brawl.  The dark figure performed a quick roundhouse; hitting the scary man across the face; subsequently knocking him to the ground and onto his back before he could respond. He tried to get up and aim his gun at the figure assaulting him, but the strength of his attacker was too much for him. The figure pounced on him like a rabid dog; quickly subduing him with a quick sucker punch and a follow-up punch to the jaw then his upper ribcage. Once the figure was sure the scary man was unconscious he released the tight grip he had around the scary man’s throat and he stood up. He now faced Theresa and her young son.

Theresa stepped forward still holding Tim tightly in her arms. “Oh thank you so much whoever you are!”  In the darkness of the alley Theresa couldn’t make out any of the figure’s features as it looked like he was wearing some kind of mask over his face and possibly a costume of some kind. There was a flicker as the streetlamp that had been previously disabled now came back on revealing the identity of the dark figure. 
Standing before Theresa was a six-foot-two inch tall man with a black mask that covered almost his entire face; including his nose. Only the lower part of his face was showing. On top of his head that was covered by the mask on either side were two very tall semi-thick points, slightly curving forward; that Theresa thought might’ve represented ears. Attached to the rear of the mask and flowing down behind him, touching the ground was a long and wide black cape. It looked like it was made from some kind of extra-durable leather material. The mid-section of the costume was a light grey and in the center of the mid-section directly over the chest area was a large yellow oval. Set into the center of the yellow oval oddly enough; was a large black relief that almost resembled a bat. Around his waist he wore some kind of large, gold colored belt with multiple utility pouches attached to the belt. In the center of the belt where normally a buckle would be attached was yet another large bat relief. On his hands, reaching almost up to his elbow joints; the man wore large leather gloves that had three nasty looking spikes set on either side. Upon his legs he wore leg coverings comprised of the same material his costume’s mid-section was made from and on his feet he wore tall and thick black boots that reached up to his kneecaps, whereupon the boots came to a downward arch at his knee.
Tim took one look at the tall, imposing figure standing there before him and his mother then shouted out excitedly, “Mom it’s Batman!!!” True enough Theresa couldn’t believe who was standing before her very eyes.  He must’ve been the shadow she'd seen earlier on the rooftop.  Theresa hugged Tim close; kissing him on the cheek. “Thank you so much!!! I can’t believe it’s you, but it’s really you Batman!!! You saved our lives!!!”  Theresa said.  Batman didn’t utter a word at first.  He simply stood there glaring at Theresa hugging her young son. The cold look in his eyes began making Theresa uneasy. 
When he finally spoke, it was in a deep gruff voice; not to mention his tone was chock full of ice. “The best way you can thank me Miss Drake, is by getting you and your son home now! And don’t forget to show up and testify tomorrow at the hearing!”  Batman turned and started walking off down the alley, away from Theresa and Tim in the opposite direction. “Wait!!!”  Theresa called out.  Batman stopped and turned his head looking over his shoulder.  “Why did you choose to help us? I guess what I mean is; why do you do this every night?”  She asked. “I’ll tell you the same thing I’ve told many other people before Miss Drake; no one else can and it’s something I have to. Now go home!!!” Batman continued on his way down the alley, eventually disappearing into the darkness of the night with his long cape flapping in the cold wind behind him. Theresa and young Tim watched him as he disappeared; simply speechless. Not many people can say they’ve met The Batman, but those that had usually were slotted into two categories; the ones that were grateful they had and the ones that wish they hadn’t.
High above the streets of Gotham on the edge of a building Batman sat kneeling. As snow came down at a steady pace Batman watched over his city. He was Gotham’s protector or as some had come to call him over the years: her Dark Knight.  He’d been doing this job so long he didn’t know how to do anything else. Every night it was the same thing. During the day he was billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne; CEO of Wayne Enterprises and one of the world’s leading philanthropists. By nightfall he became something much worse; something much darker. Something he used to dread, but now he was used to it and now not a day or night went by that he didn’t look forward to slipping into his second work uniform. Over the years it had become not only a second skin for him, but second nature to him. After an incident with the Scarecrow, he’d even woken up in bed one morning wearing his costume. Thankfully Alfred was on top of things. He’d had an appointment that morning with Vicky Vale and Jack Ryder. It would’ve been a hard thing to explain if he’d shown up downstairs wearing a Batman costume. Alfred Pennyworth had been a longtime servant to the Wayne family even before Bruce had been born. Fact was Bruce didn’t know what he’d do if he ever lost Alfred. And he almost did one year thanks to Harvey Dent. Good ol’ Harvey Dent. Or Two-Face as he now liked to call himself.
In his right ear there was the sudden buzzing of static.  Batman put his hand up to his head touching his ear. “What is it?” Batman asked. Instantly the nasal sounding type voice of his butler Alfred filled up the headset in his mask. “Sir I thought I should let you know that Master Dick called earlier this evening.”  “What’d he want?” Batman asked.  “He’s going to be arriving tomorrow evening from New York and he says he has something important he wants to show you.”  Alfred said.  “That’s fine Alfred; see to anything he needs; because I’ll be busy tomorrow.”  Batman said.  “So I assume you’ll be in court all day tomorrow then?”  Alfred asked.  “You better believe it Alfred!  I wanna make sure Theresa Drake actually makes it to the courthouse in one piece. I wanna make sure they find Romano Falcone guilty this time!”  Batman said with a grumble.  “Sir you wouldn’t be planning anything drastic in the chance that they don’t find him guilty now would you?” Alfred asked.  Batman chuckled at the notion that Alfred would even suggest that he’d take the law into his own hands. “C'mon be serious now Alfred. I’m not Harvey. As much as I’d like to when dealing with these pieces of scum; I don’t take the law into my own hands.”  Batman replied. 

“Oh you don’t? I seem to remember an incident involving the Joker back in ’89.” Alfred said.  “That was an accident and he fell.”  Batman said.  “As I recall sir the original accident; you shoved him into that pool at Acme.”  Alfred said.  “I’m not gonna get into this with you right now Alfred! Just take care of anything Dick needs when he gets into town tomorrow and after I’m done with the hearing tomorrow, I’ll be back home Batman out!” Batman stood up and reached into one of the compartments on his belt and pulled out a small black square device that had what looked like a metallic hook attached. He reached into another compartment on his belt and retrieved another smaller metallic piece and slid that into a hidden area on the black device, locking it into place. Together the two pieces formed a large grappling gun. Batman noticed the snow was starting to come down even heavier now. He knew it was December, but there wasn’t anything that day reported in the forecast about a snowstorm. He wondered if perhaps Mr. Fries might be the source of the sudden snowstorm. Then perhaps maybe it was the job. After doing it for so long he was looking for and seeing new foes everywhere. Either way he’d check with Arkham and see if Victor was still confined. If Fries was then it was just a normal unexpected snowstorm. Batman aimed the grappling gun at a nearby building and fired the trigger. He leapt off the edge of the building swinging away into the cold darkness of the night; his cape gliding behind him. 

Fan Fiction

In the past I've been known to write some fan fiction. Beginning sometime last year I started writing a Resident Evil fan-fiction series. The series basically takes the surviving members from a specialized police force from Raccoon City and places them in Boston, Massachusetts in a high-tech safehouse that was financed and constructed by two of the members.  One of the members now works from a lofty position in the United States Congress so that he can keep an eye on things from the governmental level in the event the Federal Government ever tries to get involved with bio-organic weapons again. It isn't long before their nightmares are soon realized.

I have also written a very short Batman story, mainly just to see how it would turn out since I am a great big fan of Batman and Bob Kane's work on Batman. It should also be of course noted that Resident Evil is a registered trademark of The Capcom Corporation and copyrighted by them. The same goes for Batman being a trademark and copyright product of DC Comics/Warner Brothers. It is not to be inferred by the fan fiction stories that I have created that I am attempting to gain any profit minimal or substantial otherwise. These short stories were created purely for the entertainment of others.

So without further delay, I shall post the entirety of the Batman short here once I can figure out how to properly do it without screwing things up lol.


Edward Alex Lively

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Story completed

As of today I have completed my newest short story. Once I have copyrighted it then I shall officially announce the title here and on my Facebook page and the make an accompanying video which of course will be posted to my YouTube channel to promote the work. 

I have worked hard and long on this and put everything I can into this. At this point all I will say about it is that this story has been a very emotional rollercoaster and proved overly challenging for me to write. I hope that once I publish it and if people buy it; I hope people enjoy it. I think people will. Well they've only got two ways to go about it. They can either like it or hate it. 

Either way I see it as just another accomplishment for myself. This will be the second thing I've written that I will be publishing. So whether or not it becomes a best seller or not, it’s something that I can be proud of because I wrote it and I am doing what I want to do with my life and that's pursuing my dream. 

I have two more stories so far in the Southern Gothic Tales series I intend to write and then I may take a break from writing horror/thriller type stuff for awhile because I am going to be working on something else that I eventually will be publishing. So if I decide to start working on that I may not be posting anything to my blog for awhile other than perhaps to say whether or not if I've made content updates to what I've already published. 

Bottom line the reason why I enjoy writing is because I enjoy entertaining and obviously I'm not in it to make money. I enjoy the aspect of creating worlds by storytelling. 

Friday, August 8, 2014

Progress among other things

So I am making significant progress in the editorial of the recent short story I have written.  The reasoning behind why it takes me some time to complete editorial changes to a story I create is quite simple. The fact that I am the one reading the first draft and doing all the editorial work myself requires me to read the story line by line; trying to catch whatever errors there might be and then trying to correct them as I go along. If I didn't suffer to a small degree from (OCD) then perhaps it wouldn't take me so long to correct something and then publish something. If I wasn't too picky about my words, then I might then be able to just pump stories out like the big name authors do. However, I'd like to think that I pride myself more on quality than quantity; even though I am an amateur.

It's very frustrating when I complete an editorial and then I am reading through a story thinking I have caught every error and then find even more errors that I previously thought I'd corrected.  I know that some of what I write; the dialogue might sound somewhat cheesy, but I'd like to think that the more experienced I get at writing perhaps I'll get better at writing dialogue and character interaction.

So as of this blog entry I am getting closer to completing my first editorial and I am shooting for a publication/copyright deadline for sometime in early September. At that time I will reveal the name/title of my newest short story.  The new story will be the latest entry in the Southern Gothic Tales series. All I will reveal at this point will be that it may or may not be within the same time period as the three previous short stories which were condensed into the first book that I recently published. By time period I just mean around the same time that the events in the three previous stories had taken place.

Another thing I'd like to talk about and I'm not sure if I've already mentioned, but I'll talk about it again. I've heard people randomly talk in the past how writing doesn't seem that hard. I hate to burst the reality bubble, but writing is much more difficult than it seems. When writing literature; whether it be a short story, a novel or whatever the genre may be; you really have to try and be as descriptive with everything as you possibly can. You have to try and describe in great detail to the best of your ability everything from the characters, how they look, what they're feeling, what they're wearing, and right down to everything in their very environment. Some people don't like that much detail, but I do.

I know I don't keep this blog updated daily like most bloggers do, but I only post an update when I feel like I have something worthwhile to say.

Until next time,

Edward Alex Lively

Friday, July 25, 2014

When all hell breaks loose

Recently I was in the hospital because I was ill.  And it was all my doing.  I let myself slip into a deep, dark place of despair and depravity so bad that my own mind was working so horribly against me that I did something so terrible and I ended up in the hospital for two weeks.  Thankfully, a friend I have known since 2002 from back home in my native state of Texas was able to help me out. 

 I guess what it was really about or boiled down to was a combination of many different things because of some very bad things that happened to me in the distant and recent past and my present living situation. I don't want to mention too much about myself on the internet because I have often found people seem to get a twisted thrill out of using things against you for their own sick enjoyment. 

So after I was released from the hospital last Friday afternoon I have since spent the days and nights just relaxing and reflecting back on what I did that Thursday Afternoon of July 10th, 2014.  I also thought about what would've happened had my friend not been able tor willing to help me out.  I am grateful that he cared enough about me.  He is the true definition of a friend and I can honestly say without a doubt he really is a friend.  

Now that I am doing better I will still continue to focus on writing and try not to look back, but I had to at least write about this and acknowledge what I did rather than ignore what I did as if it never occurred. Ignoring a problem doesn't make it go away. 

I'm not sure if anyone actually reads anything I write, but for me writing things out actually does help me through things.  So as I listen to an old 80's country music station on Pandora music on my phone, I am writing this blog entry. Yes I love old classic 80's country music and backwards because that is what I was raised up listening to.  And being from Texas a cowboy state you can bet your bottom dollar that is what you are going to hear people listening to if you ever happen to visit.  Texas is a great state.  Go longhorns!

 At the time of this blog posting I now have my computer back from Hp so I am back to working on reviewing and editing a new short story I have written for the Southern Gothic Tales series that I have started.  Alongside of that I have also started writing a sci-fi series that takes place about 100 years or so from now.  

The sci-fi series I plan on being a series of multi-part short stories similar to my Southern Gothic Tales shorts. It will be its own self contained universe as well.  Once the first short story is developed I can start revealing more in-depth details about it here on my blog and of course once I have a concrete copyright in place. 

You can check me out on Twitter @kronoso1979 and I'm on instagram under the same name; at least I think its under the same name. 

Monday, June 30, 2014

Being a writer

I know when other people look at the content I write and the quality of it they might laugh and say, "How terrible and what kinda crap is this!"

When thoughts such as these go flowing through my head like a yellow river raft flowing down the rapids of the Colorado River, I quickly remind myself that all of the greats such as Robert Frost and Edgar Allen Poe all went through such early stages when they were first starting out as well.

Even great writers/authors such as Tom Clancy and John Grisham have faced such scrutiny from the public when they were first starting out  Would I dare compare my work and style to theirs? Hardly not because my genre of work is nothing like what they write nor is my quality anything on their or of their caliber of perfection.

Take for example the series I have started with the first book I have written and published. Southern Gothic Tales and then take the new story I have recently written and am working feverishly to polish it to a state of perfection.  It is called, "Southern Gothic Tales: A boy from Coyote.  Southern Gothic Tales is a series I have created from my own machinations and one I hope will get even more popular with each new installment I create.  I also know that the longer I write, the better my stories will get.  I also plan on beginning a new series of short stories with installments after I complete work on The Boy from Coyote.

Once The Boy from Coyote is completed I will let the Southern Gothic Tales series rest for a bit while I begin developing this new series I have started work on and so I can let the Southern Gothic Tales series; hopefully pick up some steam.  In the meantime I will continue to post videos to Youtube in hopes that through my own self-promotion my work can be discovered.

That is all for now my friends and as always,

Love Edward

Friday, June 13, 2014

What I'm working on now

Work is progressing on my next story fairly well.  I have completed the rough draft and am now inputting my work into Microsoft Word. Once that is completed I can begin the lengthy process of review and then of course moving forward with assembling the story into ebook form.  Unlike my first book in the series,  this will be a single short story.

I hope that once the story is completed and polished as much as I can and its uploaded to Amazon, you will buy it and enjoy it as the first three stories in the series.  Until then check out my channel on youtube for video updates or email me at  You can also find me on twitter @kronoso1979.

Always yours,

Edward Alex Lively

Sunday, June 1, 2014

Southern Gothic Tales

What to say, other than I feel good knowing at 35 years of age I've published my first book.  

True I may not have a "real" job, but at least I'm trying to make the writing thing work. For the last two years of my life I have slaved away at my computer and a notebook,  developing my first set of stories. 

It has taken two years because of personal disruptions in my life. Which was entirely my fault. I trusted the wrong people, and yet I tried to also stand up for what I believed to be right.  In the end I got nothing, but everything taken away from me that I held dear to me and shoved out of the homestate I loved so dearly. As much as I complained about it, I do miss the South. 

Now that I've finished my first set of stories I'm free to move forward with the next step of my writing plans. Next up on my list is to begin reviewing the 4th short story I have written and once that is completed,  I will publish that as well. 

Once my 4th story is published, I can begin moving forward with either working further on this sci-fi piece I have started or this self-titled autobiography I have also began work on.

If I begin on the scifi piece, unlike the horror/pieces I won't be linking samples as I write along. For secret security reasons, of course. The scifi piece I'm hoping to be similiar to my Tejas piece; as in an ongoing series up until a point.

Either way, I hope if you're reading my blog you will consider buying my book and checking it out. I hope if you like it and enjoy it, you spread the word.

Edward Alex Lively