I’m not a huge fan of talking about myself on social media. Writer friends have advised me to intensify my Facebook hustle, but there’s something so inherently uninteresting about that platform. First, even the most innocuous posts can be boiled down to an agenda (usually “muh brand”) and second, to quote George Costanza, worlds are colliding. All the time colliding.
Devil’s Row returns to print via Black T-Shirt Books, and to answer the most commonly asked question right off the bat: No, you do not need to have read Feral in order to read it.
I’ve never been an anime fan and for many years, it was simply the economics of collecting that kept me at bay. I used to occasionally peruse the anime section of Suncoast when I started buying my favorite films on VHS, and there were plenty of titles that caught my interest. If memory serves, however, those tapes were always priced higher than whatever stuff I was buying, and since I never knew where to begin, I never wound up rolling the dice on anything.
A few days ago, a friend of mine made a passing remark about a substantial event in his life I knew nothing about. He seemed surprised by this and when I asked him why he didn’t tell me, he replied with, “well, I put it on Facebook.”
Now here’s something I’m incredibly stoked to be talking about! I read a lot of J.F. Gonzalez in college. His work was among the most formative in the years leading up to the moment where I decided to take a stab at this whole writing thing. For that alone, my inclusion in this upcoming collection will forever be a career highlight.
In honor of my latest release, FERAL, which has been resurrected through Black T-Shirt Books in a gorgeous paperback edition as well as Kindle, I’m doing a giveaway where everyone who enters wins.
My debut novel Feral returns in a gorgeous new paperback edition courtesy of Black T-Shirt Books. For all you ereaders out there, there’s a revised version on Kindle as well. Now that we’re into October, what better time of year to dive into this bloody, unsettling tale of werewolves in a western Massachusetts town?
One strategy I don’t share in this business is the need to pump out books like clockwork. If you can do it well, then good on you! I both admire and envy you. But I can’t. Sometimes a book just falls out of me, but more often than not it’s a struggle. Books can be like a stubborn child at bedtime: anything but cooperative. And in those instances, it’s real hard to commit to a schedule.
It’s that time of the year again! Scares that Care is my favorite convention in the game, and not just because it’s an author-friendly show that books incredible literary talent. Most importantly, it’s well run by people who give a damn and the whole thing supports a great cause, meaning its proceeds help families in need.
For many years, most of them pre-Internet, I lived inside my own bubble where everybody liked Ghostbusters II. I assume that’s because I grew up in a small-ish town where the majority of my friends were equally large Ghostbusters fans of around the same age. I was too young to be aware of the film’s tepid critical reception, and it wasn’t until I joined Twitter that I learned how divisive it is.