Category: I Didn’t Mean to be Kevin
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I Didn’t Mean to be Kevin is here!!!
How the hell did I not post about this already? Things have been busy around here, in all good ways, I assure you. But that’s no excuse. You should have known much earlier than now that I Didn’t Mean to be Kevin is officially here!
For now, it’s available in the Kindle store and will be going live in other stores, both electronic and print, in the coming days. Get it now.
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99 cents, now through January 17th, Charactered Pieces and Murmurs.
All eBook versions of either Charactered Pieces or Murmurs: Gathered Stories Vol. One are only $0.99 from now through January 17th. Why January 17th? Because that is the official release date for my newest novel, I Didn’t Mean to be Kevin.
Just click a link below to go either directly to the Amazon Kindle store or to the Smashwords pages where other formats can be purchased (including NOOK, Sony, Kobo, iBooks, etc.)
Please, spread the word if you are willing and able. This is a damn fine deal, I must say, and is a great opportunity to whet your appetite for the upcoming I Didn’t Mean to be Kevin.
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It’s official. I Didn’t Mean to be Kevin releases January 17, 2012. Preorders start December 19th.
Preorder details for my new novel, I Didn’t Mean to be Kevin are forthcoming. Until then, get all excited with this synopsis. Tis the season for Caleb, more Caleb, and a little bit of Jesus (if there’s time).
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UPDATE: I Didn’t Mean to be Kevin pushed back to January 2012
Just some last-minute tidying up that neither I nor the publisher wanted to rush.
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A selection of my strangest gifts ever given
I write domestic grotesque fiction, which is a term I think I made up, but is quite suiting to the themes and content of my stories and books. The most famous short story that I think would fit into the domestic grotesque genre is “Good Country People” by Flannery O’Conner (visualized quite creepily in this short film from the 1960s and quite cheesily in this student clip). Take a family situation—usually some sort of broken family dynamic—mix in something grotesque—possibly morbid but not necessarily—and you’ve probably got domestic grotesque.
As you can imagine, Christmas is a fun time for my family.
I’ve given quite a few quirky gifts. Though none could be tagged as grotesque, they are representative of the type of mind that would write a domestic grotesque story, I think. Tis the season and all that, so I figured I would share a few that I’ve so graciously given over the years.
Kangaroo Scrotum change purse
Lucky Recipient: uncle
Yep, it’s a real kangaroo scrotum. I bought one for myself years ago and still use it to this day. Quite durable, those marsupial nut sacks.
Remote Triggered Farting Bear
Lucky recipient: sister
Elegantly simple. Place bear near unsuspecting grandmother. Press remote button. Watch rest of family pretend to ignore what they assume is just a more audible version of what grandma does all the time.
Huggable Swearing Bear
Lucky recipient: sister
Elegantly simple. Place bear near unsuspecting grandmother. Tell grandmother to hug bear. Watch rest of family pretend not to be embarrassed as we hear an audible version of what grandma is thinking all the time.
Zebra/Tiger Table
Lucky recipient: mother.
My mother refused to tell me what she wanted for Christmas, so I taught her a lesson by giving her a bunch of stupid crap. This table is probably the stupidest. Lesson learned, mom. I actually gave a zebra table (sans the tiger), but I couldn’t find a picture of it anywhere online. Though I think I like this one better. 2011 gift idea!
Bath towel with my giant face on it
Lucky recipient: mother
I specifically made sure to call this gift a bath towel, rather than a beach towel or dish towel, so as to enhance the creepy factor. That face is actual size…if my face suffered from Elephantiasis. that face is actually about the size of a couch cushion. Bonus funny: I’m my mother’s only son.
Way-too-old child footprints
Luck recipient: mother
You remember those cute infant-to-toddler foot print pictures that children often make for their parents. This is kinda like that except instead of ohhh-ing and awwww-ing there was much ewwww-ing and therapist calling. I actually think this was a Mother’s Day gift. Either way, ha!
Might I recommend you do the same? Creep out your family by gifting one of the items above. Or, better yet, mix in some bookage and give a copy of one of my books. Click below to go to heaven.
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I’m still alive, and plan to be for another couple years at least
photo credit: http://www.flickr.com/photos/lifeontheedge/ Way back in June 2011 when I started this podcast, my goal was to post a new episode each week. For those of you who look forward to weekly episodes I apologize for the absence as of late. I have good reason. But I’ll be back soon enough.
So, what the hell have I been up to?
- Submitting my final I Didn’t Mean to be Kevin edits before submitting the final manuscript to Black Coffee Press
- Completing a 6,000 word short story for an upcoming fake biography of the band Paris and the Hiltons
- Completing a 3,000 word short story for an upcoming horror anthology
- Completing a 3,000 word short story for a Sri Lanka literary publication
- Starting a 25,000 word novella for a top secret project. More details to come when I’m given permission to spill the beans.
- My wife and I just bought a house and are in the process of moving. Moving sucks.
I suppose being busy with writing is ultimately the goal of putting out fresh podcast content. In a strange way, being too busy to podcast is a good thing; things are moving for me. But I just love recording too much to give it up. I’ll be back with more audio shortly.
