2015 is basically in the bag, and as I look back over all the great things that have happened this year, I am most excited about what is yet to come. My short story collection Down in the Devil Hole will hit Amazon on December 19th marking the end of the creative process for this work and the beginning of its own life out there in the big ol world. Sniff, my little book is all grown up.
The boys over at Near to the Knuckle have been great and have made the publishing process, from cover design to editing, as easy as any I could hope for. To mark the release, they have put together an author interview with yours truly and added it to their newsletter.
If you want to know some stuff about my writing process and junk like that, give it a read. Oh and buy the book and give it a review, good or bad.
They’re coming for me. I can hear their boots echo in the stairwell two floors down, heavy and pissed off. It was only a matter of time you know. There are only a handful of cheap motels in this town, and they knew I would be in one of them. Predictable, yeah, but then again I’m no professional. Trying to be one is what got me here in the first place. Read More
“What tha hell do they mean, ‘Thank you for your submission but your story is not what our publication is looking for at this time.’ It’s a crime magazine. Don’t they want crime stories for Christ’s sake?” Easy T said clutching a letter in his massive fist. He stabbed the paper with a thick finger. “And this part really chaps my ass. ‘Although rich in detail, we didn’t feel the premise was believable?’ Fucking pricks!”
“Come on Easy, I told you not to get yourself all in a twist over this writin thing. We’re leg breakers not word makers. Now get your head outta your ass and get focused, there comes that little shit what owes Tony three large.” Read More
“Tea Cup get the fuck in here!”
For the record, I hate that name. These wops call me that because I like English suits. My real name is Clarence, and I’m from Providence. Read More
The bell rang as Alex pushed open the door to Lou’s barber shop. It rang like it had for the last forty years, a sound from a different era. Lou and Billy D were sitting in the barber chairs reading the racing forms. Like the bell, they had done this for the last four decades. Lou folded his paper when he saw Alex, a warm smile washed over his wrinkled face. Read More
I awoke to a stifling darkness, lacerated by a thin crescent of light. My world was spinning, and there was a hollow, metallic thrumming that pulsed through my head. I quickly realized it was the sound of a barrel as they rolled it off the truck bed and into the swamp. Read More