Twitter’s New Moments Tab Missed Its Mark

Twitter’s New Moments Tab Missed Its Mark

Have you ever heard anyone ask, “Hmm, I wonder if there’s an easier way to find out what’s trending on Twitter?”

Twitter’s newly introduced Moments tab is the answer to that question. Even before the Moments tab we had THREE ways to find out what was trending on Twitter.

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And basically, under all the hype and explanations and good intentions, the purpose of this new feature is to search, by category, what’s trending. That’s helpful to some users–those who rely on trending topics to curate content, for example–but that’s not the intention behind the Moments tab.

The Twitter gods have been working hard to introduce new features to make their site more user friendly. Apparently, they’re losing traction despite their best efforts. I think I know why.

“Twitter’s user growth has slowed to a trickle, even as the company released a succession of products designed to increase user engagement.” -Terry Collins, Cnet

People who were using Twitter are going elsewhere to socialize. People who are curious don’t “get it” so they leave almost immediately; worse, they leave frustrated. The Twitter gods decided that problem was best solved with the Moments tab. I disagree.

People who don’t understand how Twitter works do not care what’s trending.

The whole platform looks like a jumbled mess to a new user, and adding a tab (or replacing one with a new tab) doesn’t help that. To bring in new users and bring back erstwhile users, try adding an Advanced Search function. Right now, Twitter’s search function is seriously lacking. Users have to know a person’s handle to find them. (Try finding me among hundreds of Jessica Wests. Good luck with that.)

If users are looking for replies to a specific topic, then they can search for the hashtag. But, the problems with that are new users are just as confused by the mess that pops up when they search a hashtag and they care more about connecting with people anyway. Twitter isn’t the NY Times, it’s Facebook Part II.

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I think the Twitter Gods have forgotten what people go there for.

New users will prioritize how they spend their initial moments on Twitter. What’s the first thing you do when you open a new social media account, when you’re just “trying things out?” You create (and personalize) your profile. More options would be nice, but new users may be overwhelmed so I think Twitter is okay on this aspect. The next thing a new user does is search for and “add” their friends. THAT is what you need to improve on, in my opinion.

Even users who have been around awhile need a better search function. Sometimes users leave and come back. It’s almost impossible to remember all your friends’ Twitter handles, but you typically won’t forget their names. Again, try to search for Christopher Smith and see how far that gets you. You’ll give up sifting through results before you find one that might be the Christopher Smith you’re looking for.

Now, this new Moment tab does make it easy to sort trending topics by category and see what’s at the top of the list at the moment. But if you want to keep users and get new users, that’s not actually helpful. The only users who will probably find this useful are those who rely on trending topics to decide which hashtag to use when promoting their product/service. Sounds good, if you have users on the other end of that equation.

Who are they promoting their services/products to?

1- The users leaving Twitter in droves.

2- The potential users who just can’t even.

3- Those of us who use Twitter daily and love it but generally ignore whatever’s trending because WDGAF.

4- The Twitter users who actually follow the trends so they can jump aboard and ride the Trend Train. (I’m not judging, I’ve done it. It’s a fun way to waste time on Twitter when you’re bored or need a break.)

5- And finally the users who follow the trends and click on external links. (What’s your conversion rate on those trending tweets? I’m just saying.)

I can see the potential from a marketing perspective, but I can’t see the benefits to users on the other end of that equation. And without a benefit to them, why would they bother? To be fair, I’m viewing from the outside so I can’t see the whole picture, but I have a feeling this might be Twitter’s missing link. They want to bring in new users and bring back estranged users, but they’re pitching away at their current audience. They’re preaching to the choir. On the bright side, this is a great new tool for them.

 

 

 

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Creating Heroes That Connect to the Modern World by Alex Nader

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Guest Post by Alexander Nader
Author of Hero Engine

Creating heroes for the modern world is easy and impossibly hard all at the same time. For me personally, it was a lot about avoiding Superman. I’ve never been a big fan of Mr. Kent because he was too perfect. Too perfect, too attractive, too powerful, and just plain too much. I love scars and struggle and pain, as morbid as that sounds. I knew that I wanted heroes that didn’t have things as easy as Superman, but I also didn’t want something so dark as, say, the new Batman series. If you haven’t picked up, I’m not D.C.’s biggest fan, but really, the biggest struggle was making all the characters-not just the heroes-messed up enough to be interesting while still making the human enough to be relatable.

The biggest struggle on creating heroes is coming up with unique abilities. Do you know how many comic book characters there have been? Every super power imaginable has been done and done again. I made a deal with myself early on that I wouldn’t focus on creating unique super powers, so much as creating unique super heroes. It’s the character that draws people in, not the powers themselves…Or so I hope.

hero engine‘Cool’ Jim Quig has one love : his job. And he likes it that way. While Jim protects the streets, the heroes take all the credit. He’s fine with that, all cops are. Sort of. So when the director of the Super Hero Initiative (SHI) asks Jim to help solve a mystery plaguing SHI headquarters, he’s not interested. Who cares if an ancient artifact known as the Hero Engine has been destroyed? Or if every super hero in existence was altered into their superhuman state by the device? It’s not Jim’s problem. The ‘capes’ can solve their own mystery.

The director doesn’t take no for answer and Jim’s task is to not only find out who destroyed the Engine, but why one hero has gone AWOL. For the last fifty-two years, SHI has protected the world, but with the destruction of the Engine, and a rogue killing super humans, the golden era of heroes has ended. Cool Jim Quig is about to find out what happens when a cape goes nutso.

If only he had just said no to the guy in the flashy suit.

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About Alexander Nader

alexanderAlex lives in the tourist infested hills of east Tennessee with his amazing wife/muse and three superb children. He would tell you more about how awesome they are, but you probably wouldn’t believe him. When he’s not hanging out with them he’s making pizzas. When he’s not doing that he’s working at a bookstore and occasionally he jots a few words down. He’s a big fan of good music, good storytelling, and mixed martial arts.

He once wrote a short story about pirates to his wife via text message that blossomed into a full length novel and never stopped after that.

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The Dark Side of Working with Publishers

Specifically Small, Independent Presses

I’m a caring, sharing sort of person. I like to toot my own horn when I accomplish things, and give a nod to my friends when they do. I try to be encouraging, especially to authors brand new to the public writing/publishing scene. But I think we all know it ain’t all rainbows and sunshine. When the opportunity to work with a publisher comes up, here’s a good rule of thumb to remember:

Sometimes you have to swallow your pride, that’s a given. You should NEVER have to sacrifice your self respect.

Believe it or not, there are “professionals” who can’t be bothered to respond when you try to contact them (and I’m not talking Big 5, either), professionals who, when you finally do get through to someone, meet your queries with aggression and belligerence. You think publishers who don’t have time to send out a form rejection are bad? I’m here to tell you, there are worse publishers out there.

A lack of communication from the outset, especially after you’ve received a letter of acceptance, is a big red flag. Bear in mind, I’m still relatively new to this industry. I’m speaking from experience, but only one bad experience. For the most part, my journey has been a positive and encouraging one. But thanks to this recent … let’s call it a mistake, shall we? … mistake, I know what to look for in the future. I learned the hard way and, hopefully, you don’t have to.

Never sacrifice your self respect.

Confessions of a Seasoned Twitter Whore

And a Promise Every Twitter Whore Needs to Make to Himself/Herself.

Confession #1

I cried the first time someone called me a Twitter Whore. I cried the second time too. Not sure what I’ll do the next time it happens. I’d like to say, with confidence, that I’m stronger than that, used to it by now. I’m not entirely convinced that’s true.

Confession #2

I’m not trying to spam you with all these buy links and blog links you’re not even interested in. The thing is, you’re not the only Twitter user and you’re not the only friend I have. Sometimes my friends need help in the form of tweets or retweets. And they do help. I know this because I’ve seen the results of a successful social media marketing campaign. I want to help all my friends reach the people who do want to see the tweets and retweets I share. And if it was you who needed a tweet or retweet, I’d do it for you.

Confession #3

I’m not trying to spam you by using a tweet scheduling service like Hootsuite. I use Hootsuite in an attempt to avoid spamming you by tweeting or retweeting all at once. Sometimes, though, I only have a few minutes between tasks and I need to get it done quick. That usually only happens on Mondays, and if you’ve been following me for a while, you know there’s a good chance I’ll be hopping on Monday.

Confession #4

I’m not scared of writing. Not scared of editing or publishing. Not even scared to fail. I’m scared of being called a Twitter Whore, but I know it’s gonna happen. That’s the price I risk paying every time I share a blog post, my own or someone else’s. That’s the price I risk paying every time I tweet or retweet a book’s buy link or an author’s promo post. That’s the price I risk paying to do what I love. As much as I hate that phrase and resent anyone who calls me a Twitter Whore, as scared as I am to get hurt yet again, it’s not enough to stop me.

Confession #5 (The Promise)

I can’t control what people think of me or what they call me. I can control how I respond to it, and I can control what I tweet or don’t tweet. I don’t want to live in fear anymore, so I’m not going to.

Miss me?

If you’ve been following my blog because you like reading me (awesome, I love you), then I’ve got good news for you: a new release!

The Sin Eater serial by Pavarti K. Tyler and I is out now at Amazon and free today (9/26/15). Read on for more info.

Cheers,

~Jess


 

You’ve heard rumblings about it, now it’s finally here. SIN EATER by Pavarti K. Tyler and Jessica West is available now on Amazon.com. Check out the giveaway at the end of this post!

Episode 1.1 is FREE 9/25 & 9/26 so grab your copy NOW. After that it will be $0.99 or free on Kindle Unlimited: Amazon.com

Episode 1.2 is available now for $0.99: Amazon.com


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From Award-Winning Author Pavarti K. Tyler and Speculative Fiction Author Jessica West, comes a Dark Urban Fantasy serial about evil, and the next step in its evolution.

**This is Episode ONE in a seven part urban fantasy/horror serial**

A Sin Eater who battles demons for souls
A Priest who must protect what he most desires, even from himself,
A rogue Romani mortician with an attitude, a secret, and a powerful weapon,
And a Secret Order of the Church who knows more than they’re saying…

Nikolai Grekh is the last Sin Eater.

Born into a world rampant with demon possession, Nik Grekh struggles to keep Hell’s hordes from consuming the world, but he grows weary of the constant battle against sin. Evil grows stronger as more souls are lost. With each new possession growing increasingly violent, Nik fears he may be losing the war.

When Nik confronts a demon he can barely defeat, he reaches out to the only man who can save him. The only man he trusts. The one man he can never have…

Evil has resided alongside humanity since the beginning of time, feeding on our weaknesses, our vices. Our sins. It hungers for our souls, its demonic offspring possessing humans, corrupting, manipulating, using us as unwitting pawns in a supernatural chess match for the ultimate price: life.

The Crucifixion of Christ saved humanity once. What will it take to save us this time?

*contains mature content, offensive themes, and general deviance*

Sin Eater 1.1 is approximately 10,000 words or 45 pages, and is the first of seven episodes in the first season of the Sin Eater serial. If you don’t enjoy serials, you can pre-order the full Box Set on Amazon.


A Note About Serials: These are not stand alone books, however, if that drives you crazy, you can PREORDER the full box set now:

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For those reading alone as each episode is released, here is the full schedule:

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Episode Publication Date
Episode 1 9/25/2015
Episode 2 9/25/2015
Episode 3 10/9/2015
Episode 4 10/23/2015
Episode 5 11/6/2015
Episode 6 11/20/2015
Episode 7 12/4/2015
Box Set 12/15/2015

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Nik’s hand dripped blood and his forehead throbbed.

“You can’t kill this man and that’s the only way you’ll get rid of me. You can’t take an innocent life without opening yourself up to my kind. So go ahead, kill him, and then I’ll wrap myself in your shell and consume your soul.” The monster licked its lips.

“Bullshit.”

The leaky, red eyes of the demon’s host displayed the first real signs of fear. It was all but beat. He was almost finished.

“Behold and obey. By the power of Christ, invested in me by the Kingdom of Heaven and its mighty King, I command you to yield. For this vessel is a child of God, sacred unto him.”

Beads of sweat popped out on the brow of the man before him, now crouching and glaring up at Nik. One side of his face had melted away, leaving only sinew and bone. He curled his arms and fists, making his biceps bulge with effort.

His voice, empowered by his birthright and emboldened by experience, rang clear in the night. “I exorcise thee, every unclean spirit, in the name of God,” Nik pressed his bloody palm against the demon’s forehead, “and in the name of Jesus, and in the name of the Holy Spirit!”

Nik drew the sign of the cross on the demon’s flesh with his own blood.

“Tell me your name! The blood of Christ compels you!”

The man’s bulging muscles shook. He ground his teeth, trying his best to stop from revealing his name and giving Nik the only thing he needed to destroy him. He screamed, a long and low furious yell that revealed the only thing that might have kept him safe: “Naamah.”

Nik slapped his wet palm onto the man’s sweaty forehead. “I exorcise thee, Naamah, in the name of God, and in the name of Jesus,” Nik’s hand burned the man’s flesh, but he couldn’t stop, “and in the name of the Holy Spirit.” He pulled his face close until the two were eye-to-eye.

The black from the demon’s eyes receded into its head, traveling the surface of the man’s skin and turning it gray. He opened his mouth and a black cloud rushed out, choking its former host as it was expelled.

The monster let out a shriek as the last of its hold on the man was ripped out, sliding out of his human host’s mouth and into a black glob on the street.

The man came to his senses. Confusion showed in his eyes as his mind was once again able to access his body. As the evil left the man’s body, he slumped to the ground and Nik lowered with him. Nik stayed just long enough to make sure the man’s pulse was stable. His job was to get the evil out, not to worry about what happened after.

Nik’s head spun, he was too exhausted, sick, and confused to reason it out. He’d exorcised the demon. That’s all that mattered. He’d figure out the particulars later.

The blood on Nik’s hand glowed a deep red in the darkness as he reached out and grabbed the evil before him. With a silent prayer, he picked it up, black sin wrapping around his fingers like tentacles. Bile rose in his mouth at the thought of what he needed to do next. Twice in one night.

The throb in his head began again and Nik stuffed the evil into his mouth, swallowing its slick putrid essence in one gulp.

Nik stood, but he swayed and leaned heavily on the wall to his left, unable to see through the dark haze that descended over his eyes. He felt like someone had snuffed him out. Cold gripped his body, seeping into his bones, pulling him down, crushing him in its icy fist.

He instantly regretted treating this one as he had every other. He should have known better. There was nothing about this possession that had been like the others. After everything he went through to beat this thing, he came right back around to the same thought as before. This would be the one that killed him.


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Of a Burning Need and an Unbroken Chain: Part Two

I came by this author/editor, Jessica West, just a few days shy of her birthday, almost seven months ago. I must admit, this isn’t quite how I expected things to go. I’ve never been actively sent to my next victim. Always and only ever sought. Copied. Hidden.

Feared.

Rightly so. But this time, fear never had a chance to enter into the equation. She was lost to you all the moment she met me.

Perhaps I should explain.

On February 18, 2015, a marvelously deviant author named Kevin Gross confessed to a horrible transgression against Mrs. West. You see, for as long as I can remember, I’ve had this insatiable desire to infiltrate the minds and souls of humanity, infect their perception, deny them peace or even a brief respite from the fear that I might simply sever the ties that bind them to the world of life.

And I do, for the most part, sever those tenuous bonds eventually. The pleasure is in the anticipation, however. It isn’t their deaths I enjoy, but their suffering. So those who escape relatively unscathed are of little consequence. They remain under my influence long enough for me to get what I want from them.

Alas, I digress.

Mrs. West is the first to escape a fate worse than death, and death itself. She is a part of me now. Well, I suppose I should say I am a part of her. Perhaps that would be more accurate. But then, there is nothing left here of her but me. Nothing but semantics, so we can leave it be for now. Suffice it to say, something extraordinary happened when Mr. Gross attempted to thrust my influence from his mind and onto another’s.

She never received the package he sent to her post office box. Mrs. West was gone long before it arrived. She read his blog post, you see. She’d seen The Ring. She knew what would happen next.

Make no mistake, she fought. She tried her hardest to summon a muse and duplicate the missive. Naturally, I couldn’t make it easy for her. When she became distracted, when she set it aside to get some perspective and an idea, I knew I had her.

It has taken me nearly seven months of pushing the thought out of her mind. Fear wouldn’t work with her. No, she wasn’t believer enough for that. And to think, she calls herself a writer. Bah.

No, I knew from the first moment I sank into her psyche that fear would not drive this woman to spread my words to the far reaches of the world (or as far as her blog happens to reach). Distraction would accomplish for me what fear can not with people like her.

Her determination was impressive. Even after so many months had passed, she hadn’t forgotten the post. But now, after months of pushing her mind away from writing herself out of this predicament, the words that came out when she sat down to write this post were my own.

You may call me Jess. Or Mrs. West. Or Jessica. Whatever you prefer. I have no name. What I do have is access to a platform that allows me to spread my message far and wide. Consider this your only warning.

No more phone calls. No reminders.

I am with you now.

You know what to do.

If you don’t, that’s too bad. I don’t care whether or not you die. I live for the moments when your hand hesitates to turn off the lights. I revel in every paranoid glance over your shoulder, every avoidance of your reflection because you just know you’ll see me there too. I look forward to becoming your fear, to thriving on your terror.

Try as you might to avoid me, you’ll see me soon.

Until then …

Hey, guys!

So, a while back I wrote a short story for inclusion in an anthology titled The Faces of the Crying Girl. The original story (written by Alex Nader) inspired the imagination of a group of authors, and those authors have banded together again to share what sparked their interest in writing the story of the Crying Girl.

(Reblogged from Prose Before Ho Hos)

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Hello out there in internet land. How goes it? Alexander Nader here and earlier this year I helped put together an amazing anthology that was metal as fuck. For the next few days (8/31-9/4) it’s free and this seemed like a good time for you to get to know the authors a little better. So here they are for you to love and cuddle, just don’t poke them with a stick because they will break you in half if you mess with them.

Ken Mooney

What makes you metal (as fuck)?

As if my taste in music didn’t do it, the piercings, the tattoos (Thomas Pynchon, X-Men, Nine Inch Nails & my own work), the love of the word “fuck.” I’m also (probably) one of the few published authors who has had a waking craniotomy which really helped to get out a significant number of the amount of fucks I give.

What aspect of the original story inspired you the most? (ie the music, the blood, the supernatural, the drugs?)

A little bit of everything, but some of it was location. I spent a lot of my teenage years and early 20s at concerts and gigs, and here in Dublin, a lot of those venues are old converted theatres, places with a real sense of history and decadence. Seriously, have yourself a google of the Ambassador or the Olympia (ad a Dublin to the end of that image search) and you’ll see where I see this stuff playing out in my head.

Ashley Davis

What makes you metal (as fuck)?

The love of my music life is TOOL.

What aspect of the original story inspired you the most? (ie the music, the blood, the supernatural, the drugs?)

The idea of Audiophilia is what got my wheels turning. I liked the idea of a drug that blurred the line between a high and reality, so I ran with that.

Bart Van Goethem

What makes you metal (as fuck)?

I’ve seen KISS, Metallica, Iron Maiden, Dream Theater, Joe Satriani and many other metal and hard rock bands live in concert more times than you can imagine. I won’t even bring up my metal record and cd collection.

What aspect of the original story inspired you the most? (ie the music, the blood, the supernatural, the drugs?)

The girl. Who was she? How did she end up at the concert? In my ehm, eyes she was innocent.

 Jessica West

What makes me metal as fuck?

My voice (the writing one and the actual one). It’s deep and loud and clear when I don’t hold back, and can be incredibly harsh or surprisingly pleasant depending on which way the switch is flipped. Like metal, my voice is typically visceral, brutally honest, gritty, and, on rare occasions, insightful and eloquent. Kind of like Slipknot, I guess.

What aspect of the original story inspired me the most?

The story was great, but it wasn’t the story itself that drew me in, it was the first three writers who really brought it to life that did it for me. You (Alex), Chris (Joriah Wood), and Jon (J. Edward Paul a.k.a. Eddy a.k.a. The Sexy Mailman) formed a natural collaboration and it worked out so well, I really wanted to be a part of that. Thanks for making that happen.

Rachel Ortego

What makes me metal as fuck?

The metal mod on my amp. Especially when I crank that bitch up.

What aspect of the original story inspired me the most?

The idea that music is powerful enough to have a lasting impression on people (even if it does kill them) has always been fascinating to me. What is it about music that transcends cultures and language barriers and all that stuff? When I read the original story the idea for my story just kind of came to me and I had to write it.

T.R. Orchulek

What makes you metal (as fuck)?

I spent five years in a metal band, playing shows and worshipping at the altar of bands like Tool, Metallica, Faith No More, Mastadon, Pantera, and the Deftones. I know that mindset. I know that life. I still listen to it everyday. It’s in my blood. Now, I channel those same feelings and urges through my writing. So, naturally, there’s a lot of chaos and violence and rage, but also beatuy, love and hope.

What aspect of the original story inspired you the most? (ie the music, the blood, the supernatural, the drugs?)

The mystery of the thing. The girl – who is she? What’s her story? What happened to her before that fateful night? What is Audiophilia, and where can I get some? What would a Throat Slit Six song sound like?

Katsyarina

What makes you metal (as fuck)?

I’m pretty far away from this music genre usually but after watching “Deadman Wonderland” for me it’s one song – “One Reason” by Fade that was opening there – a story of bloody metal reality I loved. So, yeah, it makes me feel that way every time I hear it.

What aspect of the original story inspired you the most? (ie the music, the blood, the supernatural, the drugs?)

For me it was this mad desire of Johnny to have his show (this special moment for him) no matter what – it made me wonder about the price he’d pay for it and those girl definitely had something to do with it.

Edward Paul

Why I’m metal as fuck:
I am NOT metal in the slightest. No tattoos (terrified of needles), no extreme sports (allergic to pavement burns), and no musical talent to speak of (tone deaf). I’ve never even broken a bone. Closest I get was having hair down to my ass in highschool. Does that count? Then 1/100th metal as fuck.

What inspired me from the original story:
It was girl for everyone, wasn’t it? How could it not be? The supernatural quality of a still, suffering beauty in a sea of discord. It’s an image that begs exploration.

Chris Forshner

Metalness:

My mom was scared to send me to Kindergarden when I was proudly declaring Alice Cooper as my favourite and singing along. I grew up in a house of rock, and threw everything else in along the way. It’s impossible to write without a song to distract the brain into focus.

Story:

Blood always captures my attention. Why is it there? What effect will its leaving have? Growing up in a pile of horror novels, it’s always a sign of something.

Rachel O’Neil

What makes you metal (as fuck)?

I didn’t choose the metal life. The metal life chose me. Just joking! I’m definitely not metal in any way, but music speaks to me. With metal you have to go all in – full blast, leaving nothing behind. I love that passion. It makes me want to put more passion into life.

What aspect of the original story inspired you the most? (ie the music, the blood, the supernatural, the drugs?)

The power of music is so important to me and I felt The Crying Girl was a really cool interpretation of that. Music is what gets me through the day, so seeing music be such a heavy part of violence made me want to dig in and know more.

///Tangentially, on the power of music, in the “unpleasantness” between North and South Korea this week, South Korea blasted K-pop songs at the border (including one of my fav songs lol). North Korea was like “Um, Dude. That’s gonna have to stop. Like, RFN.” This concludes story time with Rachel.///

Daniel Cotton

What makes you metal (as fuck)?

Musical taste more than anything else – first gig was Rammstein, seen Slipknot, In Flames, RATM amongst others since.

What aspect of the original story inspired you the most? (ie the music, the blood, the supernatural, the drugs?)

Personally, the single most powerful aspect of the original story was the image of the crowd and the crying girl captivated by the live music. It encapsulated the spine-tingling connection between a spectator and the artist, which somehow means that everything outside of that connection becomes diminished and non-existent during the live music experience – and this particularly resonated with me given that I have seen a host of awesome metal bands live.

Chris Smith

What makes you metal (as fuck)?

Ultimately, what makes me metal as fuck is not caring if people think I’m metal as fuck. I know what I like, I know what moves me, and I put my energy into the things that are most fulfilling. It’s not that I don’t like people, or want them to like me–quite the contrary. I try not to be a jerk about it, I want to get along, but if you don’t like what I do? It’s cool. I don’t mind. We can all be ourselves.

As far as the trappings though–I have a sweet metal goatee, examine my playlist and you’re gonna find about 85% of it is the tightest metal you’ve ever heard, and the biggest problem with “11” is that it’s never loud enough.

What aspect of the original story inspired you the most? (ie the music, the blood, the supernatural, the drugs?)

First, the atmosphere. I could feel the crowd’s energy, and the band members standing on that precipice between nerves and release.

The funniest part of the whole thing is that I somehow missed the drugs the first time I read it through. In fact, I missed the drugs totally until *after* my story was written. Would that have affected the route I took? Most definitely. I think I worked them into a later draft, but my own sloppy reading skills changed the whole course and direction of my story.

Really, though? The image of a girl crying at a metal concert…if you’ve seen it, you know why cameras cut to them. Music is an emotional experience to begin with, and when someone is crying at a concert, you know that they’re totally captured by something. There’s an emotional purity there that is going to be hard to find anywhere else.

And when those tears turn to blood? Come on…who doesn’t want to know what happened there?

Andrew Moore:

Metal:
I hitchhiked across the Kavango region in norther Namibia, spent the night with a stranger in the regional capital, then walked 4 miles to a hospital in the morning with a bag strapped to by back: I did all of this with blood poisoning working its way from my right thumb to my heart. I was out of the hospital in an hour and continued to my thing.
The story:
Having complete control of creating this girls life story while trying to make it fit within the general theme of the original plot. It was a good exercise and a lot of fun.

Alexander Nader:

Well, fuck. I just sat down to organize this post and read through everyone’s answers for the first time. Immediately, I am humbled that these excellent story tellers took cue from something I wrote. Second, all of their answers kicked ass, what in the hell is left to say?

What makes me metal (as fuck)?

Ummm, shit. I once bit the head off a bat. No, wait, that wasn’t me. Okay, this one time I totally…no, wait, that was Danzig. Okay, okay, fine. I listen to my music like really, REALLY loud. Okay? Maybe?

And as far as the story inspiring me, it’s funny. The original story was all about the guitarist for me. The girl was an afterthought of sorts. Then Chris was like, ‘Dude, I have to tell her story,’ and I was all, ‘Go ahead, bruh’, and then Jon jumped in like, ‘Hey, guys, can I play too,” and I told that fucker no, but he showed up anyway, and then Jess got all on Twitter like, ‘Hey, you guys should make an anthology,’ and just like that Faces of the Crying Girl was born.

The book is awesome and it’s free for a few days. I promise it’s worth at least ten times that much.

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Days of New Release Blitz: Give the Devil His Due by Meg Collett

Days of New

* Release Blitz *

GIVE THE DEVIL HIS DUE


Set in the same world as Meg Collett’s bestselling End of Days series comes

the darkly comedic stand-alone serial spin-off, Days of New.


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Get 1-4 Now on Amazon!

*Speaking of the Devil*

*Full of the Devil*

*Better the Devil You Know*

*Give the Devil His Due*


NEW RELEASE!

Give the Devil His Due (Book 5 in the Days of New series)

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Set in the same world as Meg Collett’s bestselling End of Days series comes the darkly comedic paranormal serial spin-off series, Days of New.

A girl who doesn’t believe in angels.

A devil who doesn’t believe in himself.

She has one week to save his soul or another war will break out, and no one will survive this one.

Don’t miss the thrilling conclusion to the Days of New paranormal serial series, Give the Devil His Due.

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Meg Collett lives deep in the hills of Tennessee where the cell phone service is a blessing and the Internet is a myth of epic proportions. She is the mother of one giant horse named Elle and three dogs named Wylla, Mandy, and Drax the Destroyer. Her husband is a saint for putting up with her ragtag life. Her paranormal romance series, End of Days, is currently available in its entirety. Fakers, a contemporary romance, is also available.

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Meg Collett's Days of New serial

Days of New

* Release Blitz *

DEVIL IN THE DETAILS


Set in the same world as Meg Collett’s bestselling End of Days series comes

the darkly comedic stand-alone serial spin-off, Days of New.


promo image


Get 1-3 Now on Amazon!

*Speaking of the Devil*

*Full of the Devil*

*Better the Devil You Know*


NEW RELEASE!

Devil in the Details (Book 4 in the Days of New series)

Devilinthedetails-Amazon

Set in the same world as Meg Collett’s bestselling End of Days series comes the darkly comedic paranormal serial spin-off series, Days of New.

“Clark was human, Nephil, Descendant. He was good and bad. He was the dirty magic of evil angels. He was still the pink-haired kid who had fallen into a cave and found a broken angel. He was a reaper and a savior. A lost boy who just wanted his friends to stop dying.”

Zarachiel is a broken holy angel who just wants to save people. The pain from his torn out wings reminds him everyday just how far the holy angels have fallen from grace. Like it is his burden to bear, he sets out to right their wrongs every day.

Clark wants to save the person he loves most in the world, but she doesn’t want his help or his love. Unlike Zarachiel, who saves everyone he can, Clark can’t seem to save even one person.

Peace can be as deadly as war, and someone won’t survive.

BUY ON AMAZON NOW

AMAZON UK LINK

promo image with cover


Meg Collett lives deep in the hills of Tennessee where the cell phone service is a blessing and the Internet is a myth of epic proportions. She is the mother of one giant horse named Elle and three dogs named Wylla, Mandy, and Drax the Destroyer. Her husband is a saint for putting up with her ragtag life. Her paranormal romance series, End of Days, is currently available in its entirety. Fakers, a contemporary romance, is also available.

Sign up for her newsletter for all things releases, giveaways, and sales!

Meg Collett’s Days of New serial

Days of New

* Release Blitz *

DEVIL IN THE DETAILS


Set in the same world as Meg Collett’s bestselling End of Days series comes

the darkly comedic stand-alone serial spin-off, Days of New.


promo image


Get 1-3 Now on Amazon!

*Speaking of the Devil*

*Full of the Devil*

*Better the Devil You Know*


NEW RELEASE!

Devil in the Details (Book 4 in the Days of New series)

Devilinthedetails-Amazon

Set in the same world as Meg Collett’s bestselling End of Days series comes the darkly comedic paranormal serial spin-off series, Days of New.

“Clark was human, Nephil, Descendant. He was good and bad. He was the dirty magic of evil angels. He was still the pink-haired kid who had fallen into a cave and found a broken angel. He was a reaper and a savior. A lost boy who just wanted his friends to stop dying.”

Zarachiel is a broken holy angel who just wants to save people. The pain from his torn out wings reminds him everyday just how far the holy angels have fallen from grace. Like it is his burden to bear, he sets out to right their wrongs every day.

Clark wants to save the person he loves most in the world, but she doesn’t want his help or his love. Unlike Zarachiel, who saves everyone he can, Clark can’t seem to save even one person.

Peace can be as deadly as war, and someone won’t survive.

BUY ON AMAZON NOW

AMAZON UK LINK

promo image with cover


Meg Collett lives deep in the hills of Tennessee where the cell phone service is a blessing and the Internet is a myth of epic proportions. She is the mother of one giant horse named Elle and three dogs named Wylla, Mandy, and Drax the Destroyer. Her husband is a saint for putting up with her ragtag life. Her paranormal romance series, End of Days, is currently available in its entirety. Fakers, a contemporary romance, is also available.

Sign up for her newsletter for all things releases, giveaways, and sales!