When wealthy Russian investors contract L.A. psychologist Joel Fischer to develop a device to manipulate minds, the Dreemweever exceeds all expectations. Everything is on track for delivery and a big payday, until two adventurous stoners steal his Dodge Challenger that, unknown to them, contains the Dreemweever in its trunk. Fischer and his crew have two days to get it back or he dies.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Let's Hear it For The Girls
Clarissa Draper, who was kind enough to provide me with some great feedback one of my stories, which much to my dismay, and understanding, she couldn't post on her blog because of the overly "salty" language, provided a nice, easy challenge and a way to get a bit more exposure on her latest blog post HERE
-Here's my fav last line of one of my stories:
If there is an afterlife, I’m hoping Striker gets to sort things out with his old man.
-Here's my hot-off-the-presses first line to a new story: Mel figured he could get by as a lefty if they broke his right arm or maybe took a couple fingers, but the thumb, Christ, a monkey with two good hands would be considered twice as civilized as him.
Huge post holiday thanks go to Erin Cole and Jodi Macarthur for posting / promoting all the great reads from a bunch of writers, who most of us all know. In case you missed it, look HERE
Absolutely*Kate, who is giving Crista Faust a run for her money as my secret noir crime writing skirt crush, is being kind enough to help out other writers with her Bread Crumbs feature over at her site HERE