In late 2011, a major flood hit Bangkok. It was the worst flooding Thailand had seen in fifty years. It devastated the surrounding provinces and threatened the financial district of downtown Bangkok. It killed hundreds, and left hundreds of thousands homeless…it was what some were waiting for…
It created the perfect environment for an experimental virus…
Shortly after the flood started the virus was released…
Cole Merrimac and a few coworkers at a private kindergarten in Bangkok were some of the lucky ones. They survived the flood.
What they didn’t realize was that the nightmare had only just begun. Strange green lights sizzling overhead rendered them unconscious. When they wake seven days later, they find a world turned upside down. Some are dead. Some are missing. Some are sick.
The one’s that are dead do not stay that way. The ones that are sick have no chance of getting better. the one’s missing come back…changed
The dead walk Thailand, but they’re not the worst things out there…
Follow Cole and the others as they try to piece together what is happening, and try to get out of a land stalked by monsters.
The question is…Is there a safe place to go?
I’ve read a lot of author’s bios. They all seem to be written in the third person, and i had wondered if they were actually written by the Author or someone else. It seemed weird to me to write about yourself in the third person. It reminds me of the dude in the gym, from the Jerry Seinfeld show, or writing a eulogy for yourself before you actually die.
When I put together this website, I wrote a couple of different bio pages before I came up with the one you’re reading now. I wrote in the third person on most, and I have to tell you, I was a little creeped out by them all. In my head, it sounded like ‘it rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again.’
So, I decided to just tell you about me.
I was born a poor white child in rural Louisiana, during the height of the depression…OK, that’s a lie, well, most of it. I was a white child.
In reality, I had a pretty normal upbringing. Born in Temple, Texas. Migrated to Bakersfield, Ca when I was about two months old (not on my own, that would be ridiculous), and lived most of my developmental years in good old Baketown. I really didn’t accomplish much until my late twenties, early thirties. I decided, at that time, to get my SHEET together, so I went back to school. Somewhere along the way I found book…lots of books. I got caught up in magical worlds. Jim Butcher, Kim Harrison, Terry Brook, Terry Goodkind, George RR. Martin, Brandon Sanderson…the list goes on.
I couldn’t get enough. Spending countless hours wrapped up in the places these writers dared to take me. I was utterly fascinated with characters pulled from the minds of real people. It was intriguing to me how you could identify with someone who didn’t exist, almost more than you could real-life people. I spent years reading…then one day, I said ‘I want to do that’.
Now, for those of you who have done, or attempted to do this, you understand the difference between saying ‘I want to do that’ and actually doing it.
I didn’t do; at least I don’t think I did, this the usual way. I didn’t start out with short stories or novellas. I didn’t start with poetry or blogs. I went full on novel! First attempt. It was a train wreck wrapped in kerosene and lit on fire. I got about forty-five thousand words in…and lost the story completely. Couldn’t finish it to save my life. It was a soul-crushing defeat that almost ended my short writing career before it had a chance to bud into the mediocre victory it is today.
I tried two more stories, both full-length novels before I realized my problem. I write linear, I can’t fathom doing it any other way. It might be a flaw. But it’s my flaw, so I own that stuff like a champion. But, it leads to problems if you don’t have the whole story in your head, or try to structure it too rigidly. So, I changed up my dance steps a little, and it worked!
I finished my first novel in 2012. Chimera Seed. I was so psyched that I barely waited to proofread it before that bad mama-jama was available for sale on Amazon.com. I beamed with pride in myself, and sat back and waited for the riches to start rolling in…well, as I’m sure you’ve guessed, That didn’t happen. I sold twelve books in the first year. And that counts the one my mom bought.
Now, this is where the story gets a little heavy. I’m not attempting to use sympathy to sell books, but if it motivates you to buy one, so be it. I wouldn’t bring it up, but it IS part of my story.
I was about twenty thousand words into my second Novel, The Druids Bard when I was diagnosed with Throat Cancer. Bummer to say the least. I underwent a nine-hour surgery. Chemo and Radiation therapy. Lost fifty pounds. Didn’t eat anything that couldn’t be poured down a stomach tube, for three months, and then had to kick a pretty good Morphine habit. It was a pretty dark two years, where I didn’t get much writing done.
But I survived it.
When I was feeling better, I went back to the computer and finished the second book. Then the third.
Now? It’s old hat. Kidding, it’s still hard as shit, But I love doing it. I love creating worlds and characters. I’ll be honest, I hope people love them as much as I do, but if they don’t, its OK. I still love the process.
As I’m sure you can tell by the lack of movie deals and publishing houses knocking down my door, I still have a day job. I’m a Kindergarten teacher in Bangkok, Thailand. My wife, Mary Chris, is also a teacher. We’ve lived here for years. We have two cats…yep, cats, and we travel when we can. It’s a good life and I’m blessed to be living it. I will continue to write, and I hope you get a chance to read some of it.
Joshua S, Hooker