Saturday, June 26, 2010

My Q&A on Declan Burke's Crime Always Pays Blog

One of my favorite authors, Declan Burke, who wrote THE BIG-O and CRIME ALWAYS PAYS, was kind enough to offer me a Q&A session as part a weekly post he does with authors. To take a peek at it click HERE

If you have not read THE BIG-O, you don't know what you are missing. I am in the middle of reading the sequel, CRIME ALWAYS PAYS, which you can find HERE, and it is just as good, if not better so far.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

MINDJACKER approved for Smashwords Premium Catalog

Got the good news this morning that my novel was approved to be included in the Smashwords Premium catalog. This was acccomplished by following the formatting guidelines that are required for distribution of an eBook, and passing the automated and manual review processes. I received my eBook ISBN as well, which I think is pretty damn cool. It also means that Smashwords will now distribute it to major online retailers including Apple, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Sony, Kobo, and other Smashwords partners.

I am using Createspace for the print version. The cover is complete and the MS Word manuscript doc has been converted to a 6 x 9 novel template. The last step is to convert the MS Word doc to PDF, then upload it. From there I get a proof to review.

All of this and I have not spent one penny of my own money.

Monday, June 21, 2010

MINDJACKER: is now on Smashwords

Well, I guess I can call it a dream come true. My first novel is now published. It's available as an e-book on Smashwords website. I'm hoping to get it bumped up to the Premium catalog in a week or so. That will get it on the B&N and Amazon websites, as well as the Apple bookstore. If anyone is interested in checking it out, viewing 20% for free, or shelling out $2.99 to buy it, click Here

I hope to have a print version available in July sometime.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Something New I'm Working On: CH1 of "SISSY MURPHY"

No blood and the little Puerto Rican cocksucker needs to be alive when the concrete vault is dropped on him.

I love simple instructions.

The no blood tenet meant my initial idea of a cricket ball was out. The raised seam traversing the leather shell would easily lacerate flesh. This bummed me out, because I have really improved the pace on my inswinger. Plan B, a lacrosse ball, works perfectly. Delivered at ninety miles per hour, it will hurt like hell, bruise internal organs, break ribs, and crush testicles.

I’m sure Armando, street name Striker, follows a code of stereotypical ethics on the streets of Lawrence, Massachusetts. No ratting, you never go against, or leave the gang, blah, blah, blah. Striker will now learn ours.

Never fuck with the elderly, children, or the Irish.

My well practiced brogue is sweeter than Tim Finnegan’s when I ask him, “Where is she, you piece of shite?”

“Fuck you.”

Distance, fifty-feet. Coordinates, left ass cheek. Clear for crank shot. Fire.

Striker screams, but sees nothing. He’s got a severe case of Super Glue conjunctivitis at the moment. Other than his bikini skivvies, he’s naked. My plan was that he be totally naked and facing me, but he’s not circumcised and so hairy, his welfare check missile is a huge distraction.

I’m weird about shit like that.

Striker has probably never seen a lacrosse net before and doesn’t know his arms and legs are duct taped to each of the four corners.

His tan line tells me he suns himself in bikinis and I wonder if he’s either part French Canadian, or summers in Provincetown. Maybe both, I think, then smile.

This is the tenderizing of Striker stage of the game. I’m hoping the fear of the money shot is weighing heavily on his mind.

It is not a fear of heights. It is the fear of falling.

David Lee Roth pops into my head, One break…coming up.

Whammo! Lower right torso. Couple ribs, maybe a kidney.

Striker gives up a cough scream, trying to say something. I realize I must have nicked a lung. Coach would be proud, 'Great shot Murph.'