The Long Road

Yeah, okay, so I can sometimes not update my blog or website. It happens. Between life, family and work, and not necessarily in that order, things can get away from you.

What’s new in my writing world?

No new books or novellas are out, though, of course, I’ve been working on many things. Mainly I’ve been working on ALONE, which is based in my post post-apoc TRANSPORT universe. In ALONE, John Doe, a supposed homeless guy, gets harassed enough by the local militia. he gets tired of the LIVING humanity and escapes into the UCRA–where the local undead are kept. The local, tranquil and protected UNDEAD.

In my TRANSPORT series, the reader gets a glimpse into the UCRA, or Undead Civilian Retention Area.

You get to see that the local military presence in the living city of Grand Rapids, the Grand Rapids Central Command (GRCC) as they head through the UCRA, stopping and feeding and conversing with the local shambling citizenry.

You get to meet a group of Blessed Sisters from the West Side Apostolate who cloth and care for the local undead.

The John Ball Park and Zoo, you find, is a double-fenced, highly-quarantined and not-ventured-into area due to the crazed local university geneticists mucked about with the animals within…so now, no one  gets close to the place.

And SW of the zoo, on the grounds of the old Butterworth Landfill, the BTF. Butterworth Test Facility, where troops that have fallen into zombie-state, can be patched up and re-serviced.

HOWEVER, these areas and experiences are all short glimpses into the UCRA. With ALONE, you get to go INSIDE for a prolonged period with John Doe and see what really goes on inside the quarantine zone.

ALONE will be a series of sequential “short stories/novellas,” all under one cover.

The first, introductory store HARD ENTRANCE is written. The other tales will tentatively be titled: A FATHER’S LOVE, FANGS, EVERYONE LOVES SISTER MIROSE and HARD EXIT, with perhaps one or two more added.

Oh, and BOB the 1950’s gas station attendant is special guest star in some of the tales.

Til next time. Keep moving forward!


Dark Fantasy doesn’t mean End Times

I have a new Dark Heroic Fantasy book that I put a lot of work into: revising, re-editing, a new interior art piece from illustrator Carlos Villas.

The Saga of Braccus Straun Volume 1 is and has been a labor of love and a nod to some of the great authors I read as a kid and young adult…and even now. It is action. It is adventure. It is about a father and husband who has to do a crap job to keep his family fed and clothed and sheltered, who ends up being in the wrong place at the wrong time, dealing with a person who wants his revenge on a person not even closely related to Braccus.

So bad things happen to Brac and his family. He finds himself out there all alone with just his wits and know-how. He has to save his family in the end. He has to save himself even though things appear dire all around him.

He keeps MOVING FORWARD against all odds, against an rough today and uncertain tomorrow.

And he finds something interesting along the way as he traverses his world with eyes wide open.

The Saga of Braccus Straun could be anyone’s life story in a grand, exaggerated way, with Brac’s set in a fictional fantasy world. The stories are a nod to great genre writers that I have enjoyed and still do: Moorcock, Wagner, Howard, Shrewsbury…to name but a few.

If there is any message in Straun’s story, it is: be strong, keep going against all odds, keep moving forward.

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Following Your Passion

Not JK Rowling or Stephen King. Writing is not my day job. Writing is not my bread and butter, or feeds the family nor pays the mortgage and car payments. An end goal perhaps? Sure. But for now, it is SOMETHING. It is a passion like gardening or keeping your house clean or maintaining your FB presence (if that’s your thing) or painting or composing music or poetry.

Writing is a passion and happy but grueling pursuit for the deep inner ME. It is a personal thing; the tasty bacon, though a little greasy strip, that wraps around the larger meaty part of my life which is family, breathing, friends, breathing, and work. It is my little personal a-way place I can go to truly be a little different, to lay on the couch in the therapists office and fictionally spill my guts.

My passion for and in writing is always a work-in-progress. An adventure. A destination. And with anything you truly love, you hope it’s always there and a long road.

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Passion. Find it. And release.

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My passion is writing. My passion is creating characters, putting them in fantastical situations, and seeing how they get out of trouble, or get deeper into it, and then try to move forward. And sometimes they succeed. And sometimes they fail.

My passion is creating. Just like a dancer, a illustrator, a carpenter, etc.

Yeah, I don’t CREATE full time. Nor do I make my day job out of it…for now. But I have the drive, THE PASSION, and it is something I carry with me 24/7. It’s there. It’s part of my soul, part of my core being.

A passion, an interest, also keeps me moving forward. Keeps me moving forward on those rough days. It gives me something to look forward to. That, at some point, I will sit down and scribble some notes on some new fantastic voyage for a character, create a story line, an idea to start making the creative juices flow. The magic is made when I can sit down at my writing mechanism of choice (and availability) and start that creation process.

I don’t believe in writers block. If there seems to be a day of consternation, I smash through it and just write up some gibberish, or work on something new, setting the main piece or project aside.

Have to keep on keeping on. Because it’s like an arm, or a leg, or a head. It’s part of me!

This passion. This creativity. This yearning to create. IT’S PART OF ME.

So I say to you, CREATE ON. Follow your passion in life, whatever it is.

Long Time, No Posts


Hey, it might be a good idea for me to post something here once in a while. Yes? No?

So, I apologize for the silence.

What’s new since my last post in *groan* December?

My new stand-alone TRANSPORT character, Joe Cross, has come to the light of post post-apoc West Michigan in the form of RUNNING WITH THE DEVIL, the first novella in the JOE CROSS: URBAN SALVAGE ENGINEER series. (Currently have scheduled 4 novellas featuring Joe Cross.)

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After RUNNING WITH THE DEVIL, the next novella is BULL. That piece is done and off to the editor. I am hoping for a late July/early September release for that one.

The Joe Cross material will be published by Peninsulam Publishing.

Oh, and a cool B&W interior art piece of Joe and his traveling companion, Albert, will be in each book, done up by the tremendously awesome Tim Holtrop.

Joe Cross is set in the TRANSPORT Universe along/within the same timeline as the TRANSPORT Series. The TRANSPORT Series is complete and available locally at Schuler Books (28th Street location), and Amazon and B&

I am continuing to work on getting all my books into the local libraries around West Michigan.

I am also working on another stand-alone character, one-shot book featuring the stories of a homeless man who decides to leave the LIVING humanity of the big city of post-apoc Grand Rapids, and live among the the UNLIVING civilians with the UCRA–the enclosure on the west side of town that holds the local Undead. Look for ALONE coming to a book store near you. 🙂

On a whole different front…and genre…once again ERIK BEDLAM and his stalwart Norse traveling companion, Alanis Johansson, will see their adventures become available again through Seventh Star Press late summer 2016. A collaborative effort between the talented Steven Shrewsbury and myself, BEDLAM UNLEASHED will be the first of (hopefully) a 4 book series. Come adventure with a massive Viking berserker in 11th century Europe!

Other than those feats in literary tom-foolery, I continue to enjoy summer with the family, and work, and breathe. All important things. Yes, yes. 🙂

So, until next time–which hopefully won’t be six months out…

Read on! Create on! And be positive!


PS, also, my little Lake Michigan lakeshore SciFi novella, RETURN TO STRANGE HOME, is available through Peninsulam Publishing. Even have a very cool book trailer done up by the fabulous Frozen Creek Studios folk.

Why I Create

I am no one special. I just have this affliction called CREATIVITY that makes my mind churn, sends its strange ideas down to my fingers which abuse my computer keyboard and expunge stories of the bizarre and fantastic.

Probably the former.

I’ve been doing this since I was a little kid, letting my creative mind wander and sometimes getting it out into the open via hand-written stories, cartoons, comics. Mostly for my own entertainment.

I didn’t start sharing my creativity with the world until, officially, 1993, and then more so and in bulk, ie, many thousands of words which transformed themselves into short stories, novels and novellas. (No graphic novels. yet.)

And I swear, since I turned 50, the ideas and writings have risen to the surface like they did waaay baaack when I first started creating. Not sure why the flame has been re-ignited so hot and brightly now, but am glad for it. Gives some additional meaning and excitement to life.

So, why do I create?


Not that my life has ever been REALLY REALLY bad that I needed to escape from it, but reading adventure books, watching action-adventure movies–either sword and sorcery, or SciFi–left me (since I had the creative bug) wanting to pen my own adventures. Because it is fun. Because it is adventure.

Because I think I’d explode if I didn’t have an outlet for all these stories in my melon.

Why do you create? When did you start creating? Why do you feel the need to keep on creating?

Whatever your answer and reasons, it is good to be…



As a child I used to write these little stick-figure comics/exploits of a character I made up: SPACE VOYAGER. As a adult, I wrote a text-based adventure story about the character and got to see it come to life. Tis awesomeness. Very happy.

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Changing things up

I am going to move my main site ( to this one (The Worlds of Peter Welmerink) due to I simply do not utilize the prior like I should.

What I will do here:

Add updated about my publications.

Add little blurbs about what I am up to.

Add little snippets from other authors and CREATIVES. (Creatives = all peoples who write, illustrate, compose, etc.)  🙂

Why  should you care?  Why not, all you need to do is sit back and enjoy the ride, and, hopefully, be entertained.

Happy Holidays.

Peter Welmerink

Teaser: John O’Brien #WinterofZombie

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