Hi, I'm horror and science fiction author Steve Kozeniewski (pronounced: "causin' ooze key.") Welcome to my blog! You can also find me on Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, and Amazon. You can e-mail me here, join my mailing list here, or request an e-autograph here. Free on this site you can listen to me recite one of my own short works, "The Thing Under the Bed."
You may have noticed by now,
that a few of Stephen’s posts have been taken over by a secondary mind. I
assure you, this isn’t the result of a symbiote merging with him and feeding
on his essence. That would be cruel to the symbiote.
No, I’m his new assistant,
Jessica Eppley, and I am now at one with Stephen’s virtual presence. I answer
his e-mails, send out his review requests, and manage his Facebook page. I’ve
recently begun tinkering with the blog too. I’ve never really managed a blog
before, so it’s a learning process. I am basically a cavewoman still stuck in
the early 2000’s virtually (I still use Word 2010 and my laptop is 10 years
old), so forgive me for any mistakes there.
I am also a writer…or I
should say I attempt to be a writer now and then. I’ve dabbled in multiple genres,
but I am mostly known for my fantasy series, ‘The Book of Siavon’, which you
can check out on my website. I’m always working on multiple stories as the same
time, like a squirrel burying nuts all over the yard. And, just like a
squirrel, I tend to get distracted and forget all about one story to work on
another. When I do finally publish something, you can rest assured it took a
painstaking amount of time to perfect.
If you haven’t figured it out
by now, I’m a huge dork. I speak in movie quotes and am fluent in snark. I’m an
amateur cosplayer and love vending at cons. I actually met Stephen at Harrisburg
Comic Con, and forgot him almost immediately because I was too distracted by
all the bright colors.
I’m a bit surprised that he
considered me for the position, since I spent all weekend screaming at people
that I liked their T-shirts and running around covered in fake blood. He must
be desperate. Or he has no friends. I’m not sure.
Well, I guess I’m not the
worst choice, since I love working on menial shit. It mellows me out and silences
the internal screaming for a few precious hours a day.
Anyway, that’s why you’re
seeing random posts by a chick on Stephen’s page. He wasn’t hacked. He’s just
too busy to bother engaging with any of you now that he’s a big shot.
Thanks for having me. I’ll
try to keep this entertaining.