Okay, it’s true. I judge a book by its cover. And it’s title. If either are egregiously stupid, I don’t even pick the thing up to see what the back says. Unless it’s by one of my favorite authors (see future post about my auto-buy writers).
So you can understand if I’m somewhat paranoid about picking the title for my first ever Deacon Hale novel (see this post if you have no idea what I’m talking about). We’ll save covers for a whole different post (and different heart attack). Continue reading
As many of you know, when the stars and my mood align, I write a little fiction. About serial killers mostly. And now that I’ve got all this free time on my hands (note sarcasm font), I’ve been messing around with my most recent manuscript a little.
I pretty much never let anyone read what I write, but for some reason I’ve been feeling the urge to introduce you all to Deacon Hale, the badass hero of this particular tale. I might be shy, but he’s not. So… here he is, in the form of an excerpt from my novel. Continue reading