I wrote this piece of satire after perusing some older journals, but to my dismay I realized that if I’d actually run across this passage in a previous journal I might have thought it was a real entry. It’s bugged … Continue reading →
Q: So what’s this crap you’ve got now? Jump Grenade? And don’t give me any of those typical BS marketing blurbs. MDS: All right, guy, let’s get into it. Basically the novel is about psychopathy, how much fun it is … Continue reading →
Billy Bolamme, psychopathic Junior Dropout Basketball League star, joins shamanic forces with Guenevere “Universe” Ryder, fellow high school dropout, art gallery receptionist, and unwitting accomplice to thirty thousand murders. Berserk at missing his five hundredth point in a row, Billy … Continue reading →
I don’t pay much attention to my list of ideas for blog posts, because new ideas keep arising and, when I do peruse my notes, I see many I’ve retained out of obligation and which I know I’ll never write. … Continue reading →
I got a great deal of enjoyment–or maybe it was the relief of offloading a big pile of Shadow–lampooning rock journalist Kevin Stukia, reporter for Ungodly Procreative New Jersey Suburbs Music Magazine, as he covers the dizzying rise of the … Continue reading →
Writers know how difficult it can be to come up with a decent book blurb. How can we possibly distill our novel’s entire universe into one attention-grabbing slab of marketingese? The good news is that now you can just blow … Continue reading →
The idea for Akard Drearstone came as I idly examined two sheets of blank square pink paper at my hated insurance job in August 1975. In a burst of inexplicable high energy it occurred to me to make these into … Continue reading →
This summer’s Draft 7 of Sortmind completely changed the old library-centric plot of the original novel, and it was only after a small amount of grief that I finally knew I had to let go of the following mini-chapter from … Continue reading →
An excerpt from CommWealth: Allan parked the Maserati on Walnut Street and slammed the door with what he hoped was appropriate showdown force. A few customers on the patio looked up, then went back to their beers and chessmen. Allan … Continue reading →
In my just-published novel CommWealth, Allan Larson browbeats the Forensic Squad acting troupe into staging an infantile play he’s written called Cabaret. (Though he swears his play has nothing to do with the 1972 movie of the same name, one … Continue reading →
