Dark, soulful tales that haunt long after the last page.
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What if everything is holy, and we simply forgot how to see it?
I’ve been playing around with a couple of artificial intelligence tools lately. I know they’re not popular with writers, but they’re not going away, so I’m going to follow the lead of Joanna Penn and find an ethical way to use them. Mostly I’ve been using them for marketing when it comes to books. I’ve…
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The Story Behind the Story: What Inspired The Dead of the Day
Sometimes, a story grows out of a nightmare. Other times, it starts with something quiet. This one started on a dairy farm in Ripley, Oklahoma. I loved my grandfathers. Mom’s dad encouraged my love of Westerns, teaching me to make a lasso and giving me a stack of ancient Old West magazines. Dad’s dad ran…
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When Memory Fails, Do the Sins Stay?
What happens to a man’s soul when his mind is gone? It’s a question that haunted me long before I ever wrote The Dead of the Day. I’ve seen people I cared about fade slowly into the fog of dementia—forgetting names, faces, entire chapters of their lives. The body stays, the eyes still open, but…
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What If You Could Never Confess Your Sins?
Imagine being raised to believe in God and Satan, Heaven and Hell, and choosing to allow your baser nature to govern your actions. You’re mean, selfish, abusive to your wife, children, and animals. But you believe it’ll all be okay because you’ll confess or repent on your deathbed. But then you develop dementia and can’t…
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Free Read: Sample Chapter of Amara’s Prayer
Last week I posted the Prologue to my new novel, Amara’s Prayer, which will be released in August by Bad Moon Books. It will be available in trade paperback and e-book formats, plus a limited edition signed hardcover that will be available IF there are enough pre-orders for it. Time is running out very fast on…
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Old World Ponderings
Sometimes, on clear nights like tonight, I look up at the moon and stars and think about how people have looked up at the moon and stars for centuries before me, and how their lives were so different. Did ancient people question their place in the universe? Did they have doubts about their purpose here?…
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Old World Ponderings
Sometimes, on clear nights like tonight, I look up at the moon and stars and think about how people have looked up at the moon and stars for centuries before me, and how their lives were so different. Did ancient people question their place in the universe? Did they have doubts about their purpose here?…
Steven E. Wedel 