What's up with David Niall Wilson in 2025?

I'll be frank. 2025 has sucked in ALMOST every possible way that a year could suck, but here we are. Not everything that has happened has been bad, but the universe decided to test me, I'm not going to lie.

So here we go. The bad. Since 2025 started, Trump took office, the government began to unravel. People are dying, and they don't care. Trish and I were sick for at least two solid weeks. Our TV burned out and quit working. Our refrigerator stopped working. Nanabootz, the cat who has bene my muse for so long… passed on. She was old, but it was hard. We got into a fender bender and the car goes in for repair next week. The heater in the main part of our house doesn't work and probably has to be replaced. That's in (so far) less than a month and a half of 2025.

That's all me problems, though, and (thankfully) not the whole story. I have completed the novel Tattered Remnants, which could lead to an entire new series. I signed on with the Cherry Weiner Literary Agency to market that book while I work on the next one – working title Coyne House, which is a very ambitious attempt to include as many horror tropes in a novel as possible and still tell an amazing story. That book is over 50,000 words so far and going well.

I have a couple of stories already due to come out, and more in work, and I'm building toward revitalizing my work. I won't drop into sour grapes, but it's clear that whatever I've done in the past isn't even important to peers, let alone new markets, so the words will need to speak for themselves. I'm fine with that. I'm not an arrogant person, but I have faith in my work, and my stories. Sales have not made me famous, but readers, reviewers, both individual and trade have validated this again and again, as have the awards I'm very grateful to have won and been nominated for.

I hope those of you who have not yet will check out When You Leave I Disappear. It did not make the final ballot for the Bram Stoker Awards, but that's not a real measure of work. Awards are nice… I have some… but they aren’t what is important. What is important is readers. I hope you will either be one, or continue to be one, because there are stories to tell, and miles to go before we sleep.

Buy WHEN YOU LEAVE I DISAPPEAR NOW!

DNW