Mystery Potion Books

Ladies, Gentlemen, and Others, I have news! Signals have been quiet from this end, but I assure you I have been busy behind the scenes. With my beloved publisher Omnium Gatherum shifting their business model, my books needed a new home. Today, I am happy to announce the birth of a brand new book publisher…

Mystery Potion Books is a brand new small press, operating in a very specific publishing niche. The founder (me) and the staff (also me) all got together and voted to limit the company’s publishing scope to reprints of just one author: Me.

While I miss Omnium Gatherum, I’m excited about Mystery Potion. It’s the new home for the first three Chuggie books, as well as Keep Away From Psycho Joe, Cruce Roosters, and my collection Doomsday Furnace. When I get Chuggie #4 written, that’ll go up on Mystery Potion. Psycho Joe 2? Mystery Potion. Cruce Roosters prequel? Mystery Potion! Who knows what fresh nonsense I’ll be able to publish with Mystery Potion? Not me. But the possibilities are endless, and I can’t wait!

There are, however, NEW projects that you don’t know about. I have different plans for those projects. We’re hunting big game, which may take a little time. There’ll be cool stuff in the meantime, promise.

Thanks for supporting my silly little dreams… If you’d like to snag yourself some Mystery Potion, go to my Amazon page, and splurge!


It’s a sad time. My little buddy JP has gone to await me in Valhalla. He was 17-1/2 years old, and he was a part of our family since we brought him home on February 7, 2011. He used to sit under my shirt as I sat at my computer writing or playing video games. JP was as gentle as they come, not a mean bone in his body. He preferred to stay indoors in the company of his humans, but in his younger years he would dash in big circles around the yard and go with on long walks along the lake. JP was weird and sweet and affectionate. He loved his meatball treats and his Nilla Wafers. We had quite a bit in common, he and I. Especially the handsomeness. I’ll miss his bright eyes and his kisses and his calming influence.

I wrote a story a few years back called “JP,” all about the lengths I’d go to for him. People tell me it’s scary. That originally appeared in an obsession-themed anthology called Little Visible Delight. Later, the story was published again in my collection Doomsday Furnace. The berserker houndsmen in Chuggie and the Bleeding Gateways have a dog named Jehpi – and another named Mo, after another canine buddy who’s waiting in Valhalla. JP and Mo were good dogs. They live on in legend, and they’ll both be honored in my stories.

JP is still inspiring me, still shining a light, and still helping me. So join me in raising a toast to JP. A good ol’ buddy who had a long life full of love, who I’ll miss until we’re together again.

Jordan Etheredge – Voice Legend

Today I want to tell you about my pal Jordan Etheredge. In addition to being a kickass audiobook narrator, she is also a fantastic human being. I found her on when I was looking for someone to narrate my novella Cruce Roosters. When I heard her audition sample, it was immediately clear she had to be the voice of Molly Most (the book’s main character). From beginning to end, she was prompt, professional, and a pleasure to work with. The end product was better than I had hoped.

Since then, I have worked with her on two other projects. One was a sample chapter for a work in progress. The other was a short story called The Sand Taker, which was part of my Doomsday Furnace collection. Next time I need a lady’s voice to narrate an audiobook, she’s the first person I’ll call. Wanna know a secret? Okay, lean in… ((I’m probably going to ask her to narrate another short story from Doomsday Furnace pretty soon.))

If YOU need the best, CLICK HERE to listen to some more samples and contact my friend Jordan. Make sure you tell her BMK sent ya!

If you’d like to hear her work on The Sand Taker, it’s right here:

April Frozen Sky Puke

We got buried in snow the other day. 16 inches of wet, heavy nonsense fell over night. The morning of April 1st, 2023, I woke up to no electricity and an impassable driveway. Busted my well-toned butt all day to clear it enough to get out. I was really excited to spend the day writing, not fighting snow. I could go on and on and on about how frustrating this was, but plenty of folks around here had it worse than me. Here are some pictures I took with the drone instead: