“And on that table, was a gun…” An Excerpt from “Krissy’s Notebook”.

-and I had to admit, her story would have sounded perfectly plausible.

Plausible enough to make Baker and Mitchell re-holster their guns before she’d even finished telling it, I’m sure.

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Remember what I’d said, Detective? About Krissy walking down that rocky, thorny path to the river that day?

Krissy never slips…

And because, like I’d said to myself on the night after Mosley- just after I’d laughed, at the idea I’ve never once laughed at since:

She’d thought of everything.

But none of that well-thought-out insurance had been needed. Because once again, I told myself, I’d given the right answer. As horrible as it was, it had been the right one for her. I took one last look at the gun, then I looked up-

And saw her watching me again.

Because of course, I had to remind myself, she is still  thinking of everything.



“Krissy’s Notebook” is available now at Amazon.com.

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“Krissy’s…” Readers: We’re Dying to Hear From You!

We have been so absolutely pleased-pleased-pleased to see that copies of “KRISSY’S NOTEBOOK” have actually been selling in appreciable numbers!

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It amazes us every time we see someone actually take not just an interest in our work, but also take a chance on it by actually paying for it.

And it also humbles us. We realize that your time spent reading- even reading what we believe is pretty good fiction, is valuable time nonetheless. So to those readers, we say-

Thank You!

But can we also ask a favor?

If we’ve managed to get you to give us a try, would you please be sure to let us know what you think? Good or bad- we’d like to know. It is so difficult, being a small team, writing and publishing work all on your own, with only the feedback of a few trusted beta-readers, one of us with a Masters in a field wholly unrelated to writing about teenage murder, and the editting, no, editing (sorry) savvy of a guy who got his English BA over a decade-and-a-half ago.

So, drop us a line here at Ann-William.com, review us on Amazon (especially Amazon)- Hell, write nasty things about us on bathroom walls (but if you do that, remember to send us a picture at least) (and make sure you write our web address: that’s ANN (HYPHEN) (remember the hyphen; we’re decidedly not “Ann WilliamS“) WILLIAM.com somewhere; web traffic is traffic:-), comment on our Facebook…

We’ll take what we can get:-)

And in case you haven’t yet:





Our most recent review is… pretty crappy? A lesson in taking criticism.

We still don’t entirely get why, but it is; a 1-star on Goodreads by a reviewer who’d won a free copy through a giveaway.

We’d been pulling 4s and a couple of 5s and gotten some good comments on the story, but this newest reviewer seemed to take issue with our usage of “I” vs. “me” in the narration style and apparently didn’t find the story all that intriguing, relative to their own personal experiences. Although damn- we have fire, murder and a rather psychopathic high school girl. My colleague and I must have gone to the wrong high schools:-)

But hey, we still have those 4s and 5s, and hopefully we’ll see more of them. One bad review does not make for a bad book, and we definitely don’t think that “Krissy…” is a bad book. Some time ago we said we wanted feedback, good or bad, and now we’ve gotten both.

This does serve as a reminder though, that if you want to write, and want others to read what you’ve written, you need to be ready for that occasional person (hopefully they are only occasional, or maybe you really do have problems…) who’s not going like what you’ve written, perhaps in ways you don’t understand or even agree with. And when that 1-star lands with a thud on your reviews list, you need to suck it up and drive on. Write a post about it if you want, but don’t bitch like a baby about it. Try to make some sense of what the reviewer says, use whatever you can to improve, and then move on.

Perhaps by reminding potential readers that your book, your dark love story that has fire, murder and a rather psychotic high school girl is available now on Amazon.com, starting at just $2.99, or for FREE if you have Kindle Unlimited. And that you’d still love to get more reviews- good or bad. Because not only do you want people to read and hopefully enjoy what you’ve written, but because you want to grow. And because that feedback, good or bad, will make you a better writer.

Yours and Yours,

Ann William



Thank You Goodreads Readers!

Most recently to Sue Williams, the latest Goodreads reader to rate our dark little love story, “KRISSY’S NOTEBOOK” a solid 4-Stars. We really appreciate your taking the time to read us and are glad you liked our little story.

And to the wider Goodreads Community: thank you as well for the response to our Goodreads Giveaway. “Krissy…” is now on the “To-Read” shelf of approximately 476 Goodreaders. We look forward to hearing from you all! Good, bad- doesn’t matter; we want your feedback, especially because we’ve been thinking a lot about the sequel lately, and about just where our friends Curtis and Krissy should go from here. Readers will recall that their story starts back in 1999, and ended in 2007, but where has it gone since then? And why is it getting told now, circa 2018? What might be happening today?

And lastly, please remember, if you have any questions about the book, or about anything Ann William, you can always drop us a line here, or on Facebook/Instagram. We’d love to hear from you.

Yours, and Yours,

Ann William

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Goodreads asks: “What’s the Best Thing About Being a Writer? And Our Answer Is…?

Well, here is our answer, which we’ve turned into a shameless (but hopefully at least mildly entertaining) plug, written mostly for the benefit of our THREE (oh yeah- 3!) Goodreads followers (you guys rock, by the way, and we’ll try to be worthy).

(the following is a re-print of our answer on Goodreads)

“The best thing”, we think, about being writers, and especially when you write what we like to write, is all the fascinating people you get to hang out with.

I mean: we have this one friend, Kristina, who’s quite possibly a psychopath, and although we’re not sure yet, we think she may have murdered a bunch of people: a couple of her husband’s old high school bullies, a few of his family and even a few totally unrelated people (who nevertheless, to hear her tell it, “probably deserved it”).

And her husband- yeah, we’re not sure what to think about him. Nice guy, interesting, but… there’s just something about him. Something… unsettling. Like he’s not always telling you the truth. Even about his own wife.

We also know this other teenaged girl, “Calypso”, who’s practically a demi-god; can’t be killed, is pretty much immortal, has these scary “powers”- and you should see her nails- if you can even call them that… I mean, damn. Problem is, she hates the entire world, and wants to remake it into what she thinks it should be, even if she has to kill all of us in the process. Which, with her powers, she might actually be able to do, and sooner than you might think.

Our friend who’s the vigilante daughter of a rogue, Vietnam era assassin, our other friend who throws these tremendous, practically Roman orgy-esque parties in her gigantic beachouse (well, used to, until those smiling things showed up). That other woman who lives all alone in a dead world, but who still goes out looking for her husband every day (although not necessarily for the reasons you might think). Not to mention all those other people who keep banging on our door, begging in various seductive, strange or downright scary voices to be let in, so that they can introduce themselves. Or maybe “show us something”.

Of course, as a writer you can’t always pick your friends; oftentimes they pick you, but still, the ones you do end up with are absolutely “the best thing” about being a writer.

“KRISSY’S NOTEBOOK” Goodreads Giveaway: Like Some of Our Characters, It Doesn’t Have Much Time Left…

While things between our main characters Curtis and Krissy might or might not be coming to a very bad end, depending on how good a job Curtis does-

“I am mostly writing this for you, Krissy, because I still love you.

But I’m also writing it for Pennsylvania State Police Detective Lucas Mitchell-

Just in case.

-the Goodreads Giveaway of our darkly twisted love story “KRISSY’S NOTEBOOK” is definitely in its final day!

Thank you very much to the almost 300 readers who have requested a copy so far. There is a lot to choose from out there, by way bigger names than ours, so your interest is greatly appreciated. And if you’re one of the ultimate giveaway winners, we really look forward to hearing your thoughts after reading. That feedback will help guide us forward as we decide just what to do with our artfully desperate Curtis and his dangerous(?) wife Krissy. Perhaps by telling her (possibly quite different) version of their dark little story.

Haven’t entered the giveaway yet? Well, you still have until the witching hour (midnight) of 7/6/18, so please take a look!


CLICK HERE to enter the giveaway.



And be sure to follow us either here or on Facebook for info on upcoming novels and short stories. We also have a pretty decent Instagram account, so check us out there too.


We’ve Got (Fake) Blood on Our Hands…

“Self-Publishing”, as many of you know, also means a lot of “self- almost everything else”. Which in our case includes doing our own visuals. For better or worse, we try never to use any stock images on our site, or our books.

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Yup, totally ours…


Besides, photography is fun, and it’s nice to do something creative with your hands, even if that something is a kind of creepy diorama.


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Which in this case, is a visual we hope to use in support of our novel, “Krissy’s Notebook”. We call the image “Take Krissy to the beach with you, pleeease? We promise she’ll be good…” Of course, with the dual intonation that while the story will (hopefully) be good, our character Krissy, most certainly will not (since she’s a suspected psychopath).

Sand- check. Great book- check. Gen-u-ine Italian pigsticker- check. Fake blood- check. Seashells purloined from Ann’s daughter- check

So be sure to look for it in future Instagram, Facebook or Goodreads ads. God willing, it will even inspire a few people to buy our dark little love story. For now however, one of our favorites is shown below.

***By the way, if anyone wants to read/review the paperback we used for the image below, send us an email. We’ll mail it out to you @ N/C. Just be forewarned: it does have a little fake blood on it:-)

“Take Krissy to the beach with you- pleeease? We promise she’ll be good…”

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“Villains and Birdsong”: Some Revisions To, and A New Excerpt From, Our New Short.

Our good friend, Peter Edwards over at Little Fears, just made a very nice mention of us, our new novelKrissy All New Book Cover 7 900 x 600 f. Website

And of “Villains and Birdsong”, our little short that isn’t such a little short anymore.


“Villains…” came about quite simply: Pete casually uttered the phrase in a post on his site, and somehow, the phrase stuck in my mind. I (William) imagined this teen aged girl setting out a picnic blanket in a beautiful meadow. But when the blanket settles down over the meadow’s tall green grass, everything: the grass, any bugs in it, even the earthworms and microbes in the dirt below, suddenly die. And then I saw this wake of dead, brown grass, marking her path to the spot. A wake that’s still growing wider. And then I realized she has- not just fingernails, but claws…

And the rest just started to roll in. Ann wasn’t thrilled with the idea; I am supposed to be working on another story, a novelized version of a serial story we’d been working on called “The Last Italian Tune-Up”. But I couldn’t shake the new thought. And although I still really want to see LITU through, this short, and its somehow ominous girl (I’ve some to call her “Caly”, short for Calypso- read your Greek mythology:–) with her claws, won’t leave me alone. And I, like the boy she’s somehow netted up to come along with her on the horrible adventure they’ve both been on, am afraid now to leave her. Even more afraid than I am of Ann being pissed at me:-)

So, on the work goes. And here below, is the current opening of the newest draft, along with another new excerpt from later on. Hope you enjoy.

“Villains and Birdsongs”

By Ann-William

She slid the mirror-lensed sunglasses down off of her nose and swept her eyes across the meadow. It stretched, almost endless. She hadn’t thought meadows like this even existed in Kentucky, but here this one was, looking as wide and grand as any she’d seen so far in say, Nebraska, or Wyoming, or even Kansas.

And oh, the sound of it! It had the sound of something just so absolutely… abuzz with life. What had to be hundreds- no, thousands of birds sang in the distant trees. While perhaps a million crickets chirruped in the tall grass. The tall, green grass- although I thought Kentucky grass was supposed to look blue? She squinted, maybe the glasses had messed with her color perception? But no, although each blade was tipped with very small, sapphire flowers, the grass itself was indeed a rich green, which swished and sighed in great, gentle waves. All beneath a mellow late-afternoon sun and a dazzling, cloudless sky.

SNAP! Flutter…

The picnic blanket, made of a heavy, red and white checkered cloth, spread itself wide upon the late-summer breeze. She held the blanket tight, lest the breeze suddenly become a wind and try to pull it from her thin fingers. She would just have to watch her nails; they’d gotten so long, and if she were forced to pull too hard, she would most certainly-

Sure enough, the wind did pick up. Which pulled the blanket taut in her hands. She felt her nails dig into the fabric, felt their tips straining against it, ready to plunge through.

She cast a wicked grin up at the sky. “So help me, if you make me tear this, even one little hole… I will rip YOU a new-”

The wind became a breeze again, and the picnic blanket resumed its gentle flutter.

Well thank-fucking-goodness…

The previous moment’s strain would leave marks in the fabric, probably, but no holes. Nothing irreparable. Nothing that required any immediate… doing. Thank goodness again. All she’d wanted to do was rest out here. One last time.

She slowly brought the blanket down over the tall grass. It settled with a gentle, FLOOF.

Whereupon everything beneath it: the grass, a few unlucky insects, a great many earthworms- indeed, even the microbes in the soil itself… anything that had been unfortunate enough to find itself beneath the blanket’s footprint, immediately died. The song of the crickets suddenly lost four singers.

“My, my,” she said as she looked around, “what an awfully nice place this is.” She gathered her dress around her and dropped to her knees on the blanket. A muffled, brittle CRUNCH now came up from beneath.



Yet there he was anyway, undeterred, coming along roughly the same path that she’d taken, his feet occasionally crunching over the same spots of wilted grass that marked her own earlier footsteps. Her sweet, young-


She saw that he still had that stupid gun tucked in the waistband of his jeans.


She’d told him several times how pointless, how stupid, really, it was for him to keep carrying it. But…

Oh well, if it makes him feel better…

When he saw her looking at him, he smiled.

But then for some strange reason he suddenly frowned. And when he spoke next, he sounded worried. “Hey. Listen, uh… You’re not gonna like, cause a fire out here, are you? You left this giant, like, swath of dead grass farther behind you. And it’s spreading, like a boat wake.”

Bless the boy; he was cute enough, and relatively smart- if still nowhere near as smart as her. But once in a while, he still had some really, just genuinely dumb moments.

“Oh, my baby”, she purred (because even though she never delivered on the promise that purr made, Gary still seemed to love when she talked to him that way; seemed to regard the purr as a sort of consolation prize), “even if there was a fire, I could put it out just like that.” She clapped her hands together once, hard. “Like swatting a fly. I wouldn’t let my beeyutiful boy get burnt.”

Gary looked at his feet and blushed. “Well, thanks. But…” his voice grew serious. “I was actually worried more about the smoke. The brown grass is enough, they can see that from the air, it’s probably like a big arrow pointing right at you. But smoke… they could see that from anywhere. Even…” Gary pointed upward. “And you know how badly they want to get you. What they’d try to do. After all you’ve done to-”

We’ve done… sweetheart. We.”

“Yeah, well. Ok, we. But anyways, talk about getting burnt… I mean, I don’t care about myself so much, but… they know. And I still think you underestimate what they might be willing to do to you now. The kind of things they’d be willing to risk- like, nuclear things.”

And that was Gary’s other big plus: besides being nice to look at, and almost damnably sweet, he practically boiled over with loyalty. Even though he had to at least faintly suspect by now that he’d probably never “get in her pants”, as the boys in the movies used to say, he didn’t just follow her, and didn’t just want to “get in her pants”; he genuinely cared about her-

Seems to care. She reminded herself.

And was that, perhaps, the reason why that pesky little question—just what is Gary?—still didn’t have an answer?

Because a great majority of the few other people she’d known so far in her short life: the doctors, the scientists and even a few of the Army guys, had also seemed to care for her, only to reveal in the end that they really hadn’t. At least not about her as a person.

No, they’d only cared about that one small part of her. The one that was now so very, very big. And which now scared them all (the few who were still alive, anyway) so much. Because it just kept getting bigger.

And because they can’t stop it.

But if Gary too was faking it, he was certainly putting on a good show. The best she’d ever seen. He not only seemed to care, but his very first thoughts in every single situation were always concerned with making sure that nothing bad ever happened to her.

As if that were even possible. Nothing bad, she always told him, can happen to me.

Gary looked back over his shoulder. “Anyways. I tried my best to hide the Trans-Am down the road. I wish you would’ve helped me, by the way, but I found a billboard, a few hundred feet further down and stashed it behind that. I mean, the car’s black, so… And I covered it up as good as I could too, kind of like Marty McFly hid the DeLorean in “Back to the Future: Part-”

“Don’t worry. It’ll be fine. Now…” She patted the blanket beside her- CRACKLE, CRUNCH, CRUNCH. “Did you bring everything? We don’t have all day.” She noticed that the grass beyond the blanket’s edges was starting to brown too.

“Well, yeah,” he said. “Although again, I wish you would’ve helped me instead of just going walking off-”

“With the blanket,” she reminded him. Then she smiled. “I did carry the blanket.”

“Uh huh… which I’m sure must’ve been a struggle, even for you, Supergirl. But this-” he hefted the picnic basket, “is friggin’ heavy. What do you have in here, by the way? Or do I want to know.” His face suddenly went white. “Oh my God, it’s not that guy from the-”

“A girl’s gotta eat, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, well, I hope you packed something else for me. And maybe some Twinkies?” He gave her one of his goofy smiles.

“Maybe.” She smiled back. “Although, you know, with all the crap in them- those stupid Twinkies will kill you.”

Gary sighed. Then he sat down beside her on the blanket. And after that he didn’t say anything for almost a full minute. He just looked out over the meadow.

Until, finally, in a low voice he said, “You are going to kill me, you know. You.”


If you want to watch this story’s progress, please feel free to follow us here at Ann-William.com. We try to keep things interesting.

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We’re also running a Goodreads Giveaway right now, of our new novel “KRISSY’S NOTEBOOK”. And if you think you might like our “Caly”character, you might want to give “Krissy” a try. She’s not supernatural, but she’s definitely, uh… interesting  too…

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