Release the Novella!

The time has come upon us.  Brace yourself for a (hopefully) short blog post full of shameless self-promotion and a stupendous amount of links as I explain the release of my very own self-published novella called The New Colony.

What is a novella, you may ask?  Well, basically it is a shortened novel.  In the case of The New Colony, it is only around 10,00 words long; more like a short story than a novel, but technically too long to fit into most short story categories.

The idea behind the story has been accumulating dust in my mind for several years now.  I was always intrigued by the Lost Colony at Roanoke Island back in the 16th century.  There has always been a lot of mystery surrounding the events and this caused my thoughts to go bonkers with ideas of what may have happened.  Plus, I have for a long time now desired to write a story in journal entry form.  Thus the story was conceived.

As I await the finished edits of my full-length novel, which I hope to have published this year, I wanted to get my feet wet in the book selling world and gauge what kind of response I would get out of The New Colony.  I was unsure of how to publish it at first.  But after doing some research, I found the best way to release it to the most widely distributed channels would be by using Smashwords for the e-book copies and Createspace for the print copies.  And I could not be happier with the results!  Both distributors were surprisingly easy to use, once I grasped the concepts of formatting and such.  And to top it all off, both services are free to use, which is great for someone with little to no publicity (Createspace does offer some professional paid services which you can also use).  I highly recommend both of them and will more than likely use them again in the future.

Before I get into posting a bunch of links on where to find the novella, I want to give a huge shout out to Celora Blair for designing the cover art for The New Colony.  It is indeed wonderful and exactly as I had imagined it!  She is also a tremendous writer and you can find the link to her blog “In [The] Deep” here.

Now we may begin the links.  Bring on the links!

To purchase The New Colony in print for $4.99, you can find it at:


Createspace E-store

Otherwise for E-book versions, you can purchase it for only $2.99 at the following:


Barnes & Noble




Finally, I just wish to say thank you to all who take the moment to purchase and read this story.  None of this would be possible without your support!  Here’s to the beginning of the journey and hopefully further up and further in, as C.S. Lewis would put it, to the next step of the way. Cheers!

Love Unlimited

C.J. Huffman


The New Colony- A Sneak Preview

The New Colony- A Sneak Preview

Hi readers, I’ve been working on a long short story (or novella, as it is defined) called The New Colony.  It is a historically inaccurate account of the English attempt to establish a settlement on Roanoke Island in the late 1500’s, better known as the lost colony. It is written in journal entry form which I found to be quite neat.  I am currently looking to get the story self-published in both e-book and print versions, which is super exciting, to say the least!

So without further ado, I give you a sneak peak into the story that is The New Colony.


Day 1

We finally leave port after over a month’s delay.  All one hundred and seventeen of us crowded onto the Lyon with the flyboat and pinnace by our sides.  All of our hearts burdened with fears, anxieties, and excitements; we were, after all, sailing to a new world.

Day 72

I was finally allowed to go on deck with Mother to see with our own eyes the land slowly approaching us.  The mere sight of the sun was enough to partially awaken that sense of adventure I had let submerge into the depths of my heart for too long now.  As we reached the forward most part of the bow, as we were allowed, we caught sight of the growing land mass.  It looked all the more inviting than ever land did in all my life.  Seventy-two days aboard a vessel will do that to a man, or any such persons.  Mother cried out with a victorious holler, grabbing my hand and joyously flailing it about.  “We’ve made it, dear, we’ve made it!” she shouted.  I celebrated along with her, but a part of me was on the lookout for Alis, seeing if I might catch the smallest glimpse of her anywhere.  But the moment did not occur and before I knew it I was being summoned by Mother below deck, back to our foul and cold dungeon to wait.

Day 95

It has been now twenty days past since we first anchored off the coast of Roanoke Island.  And in those twenty days, there has been much progress with the village and surrounding fort walls.  We’ve come a long way, I suppose.  But within the progress much anxiousness can also be felt.  With supplies running low, the ominous natives who can be seen here and there watching us from the forests, and the unfavorable weather conditions, our hopes are being run aground.  White has been attempting his best at keeping morale up, but there’s only so much the man can do.  We will press on, however.  A second failure on this island would not do at all.

Day 117

This morning… oh, what a horrid sight it was.  This morning the men out fishing in the sea came running back to the village with great fear in their eyes.  They attempted to explain what was happening but no one could understand them in their frantic state.  I could see them from my vantage point on a roof I was working on.  They eventually convinced some men to go back with them to have a look with their own eyes.  I decided to follow.  Huge mistake.  As soon as I reached the clearing of the shoreline I saw it.  A great herd of all kinds of animals were there in the sea, swimming, drowning, and floating upside down in the water dead.  There was silence, except for the splashing and the waves hitting the shore.  The men all stood looking on in bewilderment, as did I.  What was happening?  It was the only question I could think of…

Wait, what is that?  I can hear many shouts and cries outside these walls.  Have the natives decided to attack us instead?  No gunshots have been heard yet.  Outside my window I can see… nothing.  Odd.  There seems to be a great, thick fog settling over the island.  It is quickly seeping into my room, blurring my sight.  Gunshot.  Another gunshot.  Where is Mother?