Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
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Sunday, October 5

Writing Author Notes: Born On Monday


In Augusta, Maine, a historic nor’easter and something more sinister unearth secrets buried deep in the town’s past. With time running out, three lives collide in a desperate fight for survival, where truth becomes a casualty and redemption comes at a cost.

Billy Stevens, a quarry worker haunted by loss, is drawn into a web of betrayal when a brutal crime pins him as a suspect. Jessica Michaud returns to care for her ailing mother, only to find herself hunted by a vengeful ex whose chilling threats awaken old wounds. And journalist Andrea Kearney digs into a local dynasty’s corruption as the storm’s fury mirrors the rising tide of violence.


“Born On Monday” is a gripping tale of resilience, moral ambiguity, and small-town sins — a literary thriller that will keep readers breathless until its haunting conclusion. Award-winning author Richard R. Becker delivers a gritty thriller that digs into identity, perception, and the human condition.


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Perhaps I will one day, but I have never included author notes or acknowledgements in my books. The closest I’ve come to doing so was including one in “Born On Monday.” Ultimately, I decided not to add any more pages and let the story stand on its own.


It wasn’t until I was midway through the first few book interviews ahead of my release that some people might appreciate some insights into how this book came together. And, along with that, a brief explanation of my brand of fiction that sometimes bends and blends history and reality to create as authentic an atmosphere as possible, even if the Augusta, Maine, in my book is merely an imperfect reflection of the real one.


The Bear Paw, for example, doesn’t exist in downtown Augusta just off the Kennebec River, even if it feels like such a bar should exist there. Neither does Windsor High School, attended by many principal characters. Their rival school, Cony High, does exist, but it’s only mentioned in passing. Conversely, there has never been a Pine Bluff Village trailer park, even if it is a commingling of trailer parks in the area. Yet, the storm, the 2017 October nor’easter, really was the worst windstorm in Maine’s history. 


Interestingly enough, the storm becomes yet another antagonist in the book, but it wasn’t the reason I chose Maine for “Born on Monday.” The storm, like so many things that happen for authors, was a happy accident. I was looking up weather to help ground the story’s sense of realism and stumbled into what can only be called a happy accident. It went on to inform so much of the book’s climactic ending. 


So why Augusta in the first place? The most straightforward answer is that it is the setting of the initial spark — a short story called Time Capsule, first published in my short story collection, “50 States,” in 2021. It was the thirty-seventh short story in the collection, and I needed a location in Maine. Augusta fit the nature of the story, which initially began as an exploration of how people who stay in a town after high school tend to feel the same as compared to those who change after they leave for parts unknown. 


In the story, Billy Stevens is the one who stayed. Jessica Michaud is the one who left. We never learn the reasons behind the why in the short story, but it’s well established that, much like his physical presence, Billy’s feelings for Jessica are as fresh as the day she left. Her feelings for him, however, aren’t much more than a distant memory and maybe an annoyance.


The details of why they broke up didn’t even occur to me until I wrote a follow-up short story called Fallen Idols, which was first published in a digital companion to “50 States.” It featured ten stories that carried a few of those in “50 States” forward, including Time Capsule


By that time, I already knew “Born on Monday” would be my second novel (but not its name), even while I was tied up with my debut novel, “Third Wheel.” I had even told a friend of mine, mentioning that I would find it interesting if someone followed Jessica back from New York City, giving Billy a shot at redemption, if not reconciliation. This friend surprised me by openly sharing her stalker experience and it eventually became interwoven into several months of my own research into stalker psychology. 


As it turns out, stalkers are exceptionally frightening not only because of the threat they pose, but also because of the general indifference of law enforcement despite their pervasiveness. Stalking happens to an estimated four percent of women and two percent of men every year, but only 30 to 50 percent of those cases are ever reported. Of those reported, fewer still ever result in outcomes favorable to the victims. Weak evidence, credibility issues, policy gaps, bias, resource strain, and legal barriers all contribute to the startlingly low rates of intervention, let alone protective action or arrests. As many survivors point out, few people take it seriously until it’s too late.


It was from this plot line correction that I began to build something that touched on several literary themes: identity and the impact of trauma, the cost of silence and complicity, isolation despite interconnectedness, and redemption through truth and action, to name a few. And it was in interweaving these themes over the top of small-town dynamics, that I was able to develop something so special.


Unlike my first novel, which was a labor of love in exploring my own experiences as much as the fictional tale I created, “Born On Monday” was a labor of love born out of the craft. This novel, more than any other work, surprised me so often, from journalist Andrea Kearney becoming a principal player to the twist at the end. (I didn’t see that one coming either.) 


But isn’t that what makes writing so incredibly breathtaking? We begin with a spark and fan the flames until they warm us, our spouses, our editors, and beta readers (of whom I am all forever grateful). 


I hope you have the chance to let “Born on Monday” warm you, too. It is available on October 21, wherever books are sold. Good night and good luck.

Sunday, August 24

Walking Tall: Chance, Fate, or Intervention


It felt surreal yesterday, as I was supposed to be picking up a car rental. It wasn’t anything fancy, just a mid-sized SUV that could take my daughter and me cross-country, from Nevada to Illinois. 

The route would have been spectacular, a little more rural and remote than some of our previous trips. This would have taken us from Vegas to Flagstaff, Durango, Pueblo, Dodge City, Wichita, Columbia, and Galesburg before landing in Rock Island, where she goes to school. Five of the stops included book signings.


We both love traveling, and we would have loved this trip all the more because we knew it might be the last. Traveling cross-country like this was becoming cost-prohibitive, so we decided we might try flying her back and forth in the future. This would also free me up to plan smaller book tours in other parts of the country, like New England or the South.


All our plans changed a few weeks ago. I was exiting our primary bedroom bath and clipped my foot on the door frame. To prevent a fall, I immediately shifted all my weight to my right leg. Under normal circumstances, this would have saved me. But my circumstances were anything but normal.


My right leg had been bothering me since April. I initially suspected the Vastus Lateralis, until I injured my foot on the last cross-country book tour. Given the exercises I could and couldn’t do, it became clear the issue was more likely the IT band and Gluteus Medius. Turns out, it was and it wasn’t.


When all my weight landed on my right leg, there was no leg to catch me. It folded up and inward in an odd pretzel-like shape that was accompanied by the most pain I’ve ever experienced in my life. It was an 11 on the scale from 1-10. So I rolled to reduce the pain to more of a seven, and somewhere between that roll and the collapse, I broke my femur just below the ball in my hip. 


It would take six medics to carry me downstairs and out on a large tarp they frequently refer to as a mega mover. They did a fantastic job, considering I had to give up my position for something significantly less comfortable. At the time, all of us guessed I had dislocated my hip. 


One of the ironies about this accident was that it happened two hours after I had just received a battery of X-rays and an MRI in an effort to discover why I could no longer perform a simple leg scissors exercise on my right side (but had no problem squatting with an extra 100 pounds). Of course, breaking my femur made all speculation moot. With the next twenty-four hours, I was destined for surgery, until I almost wasn’t.


MRIs generally take about three days to receive results, but mine came in about an hour before surgery. It turned out I had some lesions on my femur, which explained the pain radiating from my IT band and Gluteus Medius. These muscles and connectors were stressed out from compensating for a more sinister issue, which is likely why my femur snapped when I asked too much of it.


After careful consideration, my surgeon decided to press forward with the surgery despite the lesions. It was the right call, given breaks like mine require surgery within forty-eight hours. From his perspective, the only thing that changed was that he intended to grab a couple of bone biopsies while fixing the more immediate problem.


Knowing all this now, compounded with one of my major clients putting their account on hold just two days ago, made me grateful for the break. The alternative could have been a disaster.


Without the break, I would have likely delayed getting bone biopsies until after driving my daughter to Illinois. And combined with the disappointing client news, the trip would have had a shadow looming over it. At least, that was the best case. The worst case was my leg snapping somewhere between Vegas and Rock Island.


Despite everything, there was a moment we considered continuing on with the trip as planned, but without me as a driver. My wife would join us. A few optimistic physical therapists even suggested I give it a few days before making a decision. Ultimately, car transfers and rides up to four hours seemed more painful than the trip was worth, let alone trying to navigate the flight back.


All of the bookshops on this tour were remarkably gracious when they received the news, and three of them went a little further. Since Barnes & Noble in Pueblo, Colorado, ordered books for the event, we decided to try a virtual signing event of sorts. I signed some bookplates and sent them along with bookmarks.


I’ll also go live on Facebook at 2 p.m. MT (1 p.m. PT) and on TikTok at 4 p.m. MT (3 p.m. PT) on the day of the originally scheduled event, Aug. 27. While I’m hoping to answer questions that any book buyers from the Pueblo area may have, anyone can join. These will be my first live appearances.


Wordsmith Bookshoppe in Galesburg, Illinois, came up with another solution. Instead of a virtual event, we’ll be hosting a preorder promotion for my upcoming novel, “Born on Monday.” They’ll be one of a few stores that will receive signed copies (personalized copies on request) direct from me, arriving shortly after the release date, October 21. “Born on Monday” is a literary thriller and will make for a great holiday gift!


Barnes & Noble Flagstaff opted to accommodate a new signing date that corresponds with another Flagstaff visit on the weekend of Nov. 7. I’ll sign books as part of First Friday with Bright Side Bookshop from 5 p.m. to 7 p.m. on Fri., Nov. 7; and then from 10:30 a.m. to 12:30 p.m. at Barnes & Noble Flagstaff on Sat., Nov. 8. I’ll be bringing copies of all three books: “50 States,” “Third Wheel,” and “Born on Monday.”


In the interim, my focus is mainly on recovery. I work out four times a day in an effort to reduce the swelling and regain my range of motion. It isn’t always easy, but I want to walk unassisted again, as soon as possible. My leg is designed for it. The surgeon placed a titanium nail down the entire length of the femur, and then screwed it in at the hip and above the knee. 


As the recovery continues, there will be more announcements to follow. If you want to keep up with them all, consider subscribing to my newsletter, Scraps by Rich Becker. Along with book news, I always include short story sneak peeks, sometimes in parts and sometimes as a standalone. Good day and good luck. 

Tuesday, July 29

Touring With Books: Late Summer Book Tour ’25


I’m less than one month away from my next cross-country book tour. This will be my fourth trip between Illinois and Nevada, with each tour introducing me to the majesty and diversity of America. 

Last year, I travelled north through Utah to I-80 and over the Rocky Mountains and across the rolling farmlands of Nebraska and Iowa. My return trip followed the historic Route 66 across the Ozark Plateau and through the American Southwest. Earlier this year, I traveled north from Illinois to Wisconsin, then cutting west on I-90 through the central lowlands and Black Hills before turning southwest through Wyoming and Utah. There were many amazing stops and sights along the way, some of which were chronicled on Instagram (@RichBecker) and TikTok (@RichardRBecker). 

In addition to historic and quirky landmarks, I visited more than twenty bookstores, leaving signed copies of 50 States and Third Wheel behind any time I could. I met some amazing readers and bookstore sellers along the way. Some have become lifelong friends.

One of my favorite moments on the last tour included someone who came to the Rapid City Books-A-Million signing just to purchase "50 States" based on a friend’s recommendation. It’s always an amazing feeling to meet someone who has been referred as well as people who bring in copies they’ve purchased and read months earlier. Authors dream about these moments. I’m so grateful to have had some. 

In a few weeks, I’ll be doing it all over again, carving out a route through Arizona, lower Colorado, Kansas, and Missouri before heading north to the Quad Cities. I haven’t mapped out the sights, but I am happy to share the bookstores. I really appreciate them taking me in for a few hours. Book signings and meet and greets with "50 States" and "Third Wheel" are the highlight of being an author. 

Late Summer Book Tour ’25

Aug. 25 - Barnes & Noble in Flagstaff, Arizona
Aug. 27 - Barnes & Noble in Pueblo, Colorado
Aug. 29 - Watermark Books in Wichita, Kansas
Aug. 30 - Barnes & Noble in Columbia, Missouri
Aug. 31 - Wordsmith Bookshoppe in Galesburg, Illinois

Tentative Post-Tour Date 


In addition to the Las Vegas Book Festival, I’m considering a few other destinations later this year. I might have an opportunity to return to Flagstaff and Reno. We’ll see how that plays out. 

The biggest news, of course, will be the release of my next book. “Born on Monday” is tentatively scheduled for release on Oct. 21, but I’m hopeful to have advanced copies in time for the Las Vegas Book Festival. 

“Born on Monday” is a gripping tale of resilience, moral ambiguity, and small-town sins — a literary thriller that will keep readers breathless until its haunting conclusion. The novel is set in Augusta, Maine, building off the short story Time Capsule in "50 States."

Since I didn’t have a chance to visit Maine before its release, I’m hoping to plan a New England book tour in 2026. What would that look like? I don’t have details yet, but visiting Rhode Island, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, Maine, and maybe Vermont. 

There are more announcements coming up, including some free audiobook drawings for anyone attending an upcoming book signing. If you are interested, make sure you sign up for my free newsletter, Scraps by Rich Becker. Along with announcements, I often include a free peek at an upcoming short story, and I should have some tour landmarks picked out before the next newsletter drops. And follow my adventures on Instagram, YouTube (@RichardBecker), or TikTok!

Sunday, April 6

Signing Books: Early Summer Book Tour '25


Yesterday was a breezy Saturday in Las Vegas, but it still made for a beautiful day for a book signing. I had set up an Authors & Artists tent at the Art in the Park event at Bruce Trent Park to gauge interest in some new prints of Jenna Becker's artwork. (We still need to set up an online store for her.) 

This was the second time I attended the event. The first time was in 2021 to show her what it might be like to meet people and sell her work as a high school sophomore. This time I was on my own (with my wife's help) because Jenna is studying art and psychology at Augustana College in Illinois. Her presence was missed, but it was nice to do this for her. We'll send a check of her proceeds in a few weeks.

Book signings and author events.

One of the vendors sitting across from me thought I was doing it wrong, introducing myself and then my daughter's work as I gauged which might interest them more. I usually steered the conversation to whichever side of the table they leaned toward. The vendor, a Russian immigrant selling handmade Italian clothing, would say: "No, like this! Here is an award-winning author. Look, look! Here he is. Signing books. Today only!" 

I had to laugh because inevitably someone would gravitate to my tent and buy a book when she did this. It's the kind of thing someone can do for you, but you can't do it on your own for yourself as an author. Of course, it's a little different at bookstores. Book lovers always seem interested in authors, even if you don't write their genre. If you greet them at the door, many will come and say hello. I had a virtual sellout in Reno last March, so I had to add inventory to what the store had ordered.

The Reno signing coincided with visiting my son. The early summer signing coincides with driving my daughter home from school for the summer. I'll fly into Chicago, drive to Rock Island, and start the tour. 

Pretour Warmups

March 1: Barnes & Noble in Reno, Nevada 

April 5: Art in the Park in Las Vegas, Nevada

Early Summer Book Tour '25

May 24: The Atlas Collective in Moline, Illinois 

May 25: Lion's Tooth in Milwaukee, Wisconsin 

May 27: Paperbacks and Pieces in Winona, Minnesota 

May 28: B&N Sioux Falls in Sioux Falls, South Dakota 

May 29: Books A Million in Rapid City, South Dakota 

May 30: Bookin' IT in Casper, Wyoming 

May 31: Barnes & Noble - Sandy in Salt Lake City, Utah 

Late Summer Book Tour '25 

Stay tuned! 

The second book tour will take place toward the end of August and the beginning of September when my daughter returns to school. Just like the early summer tour, it will follow a different route than last year's cross-country adventure or the one I am sharing above. Several people have asked me to visit Kansas, so I'd like to draw a route through Arizona, southern Colorado, Kansas, Missouri, and Illinois. 

We'll see. Bookstores sometimes influence my route. I'm more apt to stay in and highlight communities where I sign books. This worked very well last year, when I chronicled the trip with my daughter on the first half and my wife on the second half of the tour on TikTok, Facebook, Instagram, X, and elsewhere

It was a lot of fun, leading me back to this post's beginning. I didn't sell many books at Art in the Park, and that's okay, as I also don't expect every signing to be like Reno (more than 40 in two hours). While it's always nice to sell well or out, I measure success with every connection I make—the readers, managers, and owners—and every experience it affords me with my son and/or daughter. 

I will continue doing it, too, as long as giving her rides back and forth across the country makes sense. (I may even duplicate the first leg of the '24 Book Tour in 2026 as I'll have a new book out by then!) And when it doesn't? Then, I'll likely set up some New England and southern state tours with my wife. 

We'll see. The point is that in-person events aren't just about sales. They're about enjoying a life well lived. You can't ask for more than that, except maybe Book Tour T-shirts. Ha. 

Saturday, July 27

Signing Books: Late Summer Book Tour

Moonshadow
My daughter played her last travel softball game a few weeks ago. It's surreal to think, given I once wrote about her in the context of
overcoming hurdles. Yet, here we are: Weeks away from taking a road trip to her college, where her next game will be at the collegiate level. 

Along the way, I'm hoping she learns a few things, too. Some of what I hope she learns comes full circle to that column I wrote ten years ago. The overemphasis on image, popularity, and crowd thinking in social media life has a long history of undermining good ideas, worthwhile efforts, and individual actions.  

Ten years ago, I wasn't a novelist. I'm on a book tour this summer. 

People tend to ask authors two common questions. First, what advice would you give to any aspiring writers? Second, what was the worst advice you ever received? 

I have a variety of answers to the first question in interviews but the one that stands out the most hit me today. Don't wait. We spend far too much time fretting over reasons not to pursue our passions. 

The second goes hand in hand with the first. Don't start because you'll never finish it is the worst advice I ever received. And if you finish it, they cotninued, no one will ever read it. It doesn't even matter if we hear this bad advice from someone else or that little voice in the back of our head that prefers practicality over aspiration. Don't believe it. I've sold thousands of books.

I've also lined up a book tour that coincides with the trip. We'll take in some sights and stop at bookstores along the way. You can follow us on TikTok, Instagram, X, Facebook, and elsewhere. Or, even better, drop by if I am in your area (or afterward to snap up a signed copy left behind). Event times will be posted on Facebook as they are finalized. 

Pretour Warmup

July 16: The Book Haven in Prescott Valley, Arizona

Summer Book Tour

August 26: Barnes & Noble Grand Junction (signing) in Grand Junction, Colorado 

August 27: Old Firehouse Books (visit) in Fort Collins, Colorado

August 28: Barnes & Noble SouthPointe (signing) in Lincoln, Nebraska 

August 29: Bumble Books (signing/reading) in Amana, Iowa 

August 31: The Atlas Collective (visit) in Moline, Illinois 

September 2: Wordsmith Bookshoppe (signing) in Galesburg, Illinois

September 3: Spine Indie Bookstore (author showcase) in St. Louis, Missouri 

September 5: Commonplace Books (signing) in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma

September 6: Barnes & Noble Coronado (signing) in Albuquerque, New Mexico

September 7: Page 1 Books (signing) in Albuquerque, New Mexico 

Posttour Wrapup 

October 19: Las Vegas Book Festival in Las Vegas, Nevada

Stay tuned. I might be adding another mini-book tour in early October. My sights are set on Maine, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, and Rhode Island. The trip is still tentative, but I hope it will help move my next WIP forward. It's set in Maine and will become my second novel, and fourth or fifth book (depending on what happens in the next few months). Pretty exciting — stuff I would have done sooner had I already carved out time to write fiction alongside client work. And that's the point. 

I've never been happier writing fiction. In fact, doing so has elevated my commercial work too. And that's what I want my daughter to learn before I drop her off at her new home away from home. Don't wait. Be happy. 

Thursday, February 8

Writing Romance: What’s Love Got To Do With It?


I met my first girlfriend in the third grade. She thought I was a rebel of sorts — a transfer from the public school system, repeating third grade. I wasn’t a rebel. I still couldn’t read.

We were “boyfriend and girlfriend” for three short months. I moved away after the school year ended. 

We might have been “together” longer, but she didn’t know I liked her. I always liked her. 

I finally worked up the courage to let her know how I felt on Valentine’s Day. I wrote it in the Valentine’s Day card I gave her — the biggest one in the box. They always came like that in a class pack. There were 23 or 29 regular Valentine’s Day cards in the box and one (sometimes two) super special ones. I gave her THAT one. 

The only problem was my writing. Because I didn’t read well, I didn’t write well either. So when she opened my card, she wrinkled her nose and joked about how she couldn’t read it. I made a joke about it, too. I didn’t want her to know it came from me. So she didn’t think I liked her because I didn’t give her a card. Or, so she thought. 

My second chance came a month later. We had an auction at the school, and she had donated a tapestry with a Native American on it. She thought it was cool because she was Native American, too. But nobody bid on it. So I did. I bid everything I had, which I didn’t have to do. She got the message. I liked her as much as anybody likes somebody in third grade. 

Love makes you do crazy things, even when you don’t understand it. It’s one part anticipation and two parts relief. There really is someone out there for you, at least until you move away. 

Young love in the novel Third Wheel.

While my novel Third Wheel is often described as a coming-of-age thriller that follows Brady Wilks along the fringe of the 1980s suburban drug scene in Las Vegas, it’s not without heart. In between the tension, Brady pursues two love interests in the book. 

The first is with an 18-year-old named Cheryl. The relationship is immediately problematic because Brady lies about his age, fearing she will lose interest, knowing this is the summer before his sophomore year. Brady won’t celebrate his 15th birthday until late fall.

He meets Cheryl early in the book. She is one of several satellites orbiting the parties hosted by his older friend group. Cheryl has every reason to believe he was in her ballpark — a soon-to-be junior or senior — until his adolescent awkwardness gives him away.

For Brady, he is drawn to the impossibility of the relationship and the promise of emotional stability, filling a void that can’t be found in his unstable life. Cheryl puts his troubles on pause, even if he never understands her interest in him. 

Because the story is told entirely from Brady’s self-centered point of view, most readers don’t either. Everybody’s best guess is that dating someone younger might even the playing field for a recent high school grad in the 1980s. Sure, while the 70s may have moved the needle on gender equality, the 80s dating scene didn’t know it. 

Brady’s perceived rivals drive this point home. They always appear more confident in winning over her attention and affection. With Brady, it’s an internal tug of war. She pulls him toward her and pushes him away at the same time.

She wants it to work but knows it will never work. Maybe Brady feels that way, which is why he leaves himself open for two alcohol- and drug-infused flirtations during the book. One doesn’t amount to anything, but the second one leads to the start of something, even if we never see what exactly that might be. 

Brady meets this second girl, Sandy, in a Mob-owned strip club. Despite working as a server and part-time stripper, Sandy is an underage runaway from California, much closer in age to Brady than the lie she tells him. 

“Twenty-one, hun.” “Beat you by a year,” he lies in return. 

The contrast in these two relationships has more to do with the girls than the boy. When Sandy looks at Brady, she sees a reflection of herself. Despite a facade of self-confidence that initially attracts Brady’s attention, Sandy is just as out of her league as he is out of his. 

Broken people tend to attract broken people, and Sandy is empathetic enough to see he’s broken. Together, being broken feels safe and normal. It leads to something much more casual, comfortable, and accidental. 

Each relationship is different but somehow gives Brady what he needs most when he needs it. That’s how stories go sometimes. 

Love is desperation, anticipation, and infatuation on the front end. It’s affection, acceptance, and attachment on the back end if it lasts long enough. But it rarely lasts long enough because the strongest thing in the world is also the most fragile; hard to find and easy to lose. Cherish every minute before you move away. Happy Valentine’s Day.

Thursday, May 11

Writing Books: Third Wheel As A Debut Novel


Great news!
I've set August 21, 2023, as the release date for my debut novel, Third Wheel. It's a coming-of-age story about a boy trying to find his identity by taking chances on random and fragile relationships forged in the early boomtown years of Las Vegas, 1982.

The teenage protagonist Brady Wilks is an outcast as a Midwest transplant, who forges a brotherly bond with an older teenage neighbor, Mick, and his friend, Brett. When Brett unexpectedly moves away, Mick invites a new kid into their pack, squeezing out the last remnants of their childhood in favor of a new world laced with cartel-supplied drugs and the deal of a lifetime. The path brings Brady face to face with the darker side of Las Vegas at a time when cartels, corporations, and the mob were in the midst of a power struggle (even though it is not a mob story).

Sure, the protagonist brushes up against organized crime, but the novel is more about belonging, betrayal, and breaking away from the paths laid before us. The grittier elements serve as a backdrop and something I know a little bit about. While the novel is fictitious, Wilks and I share a few experiences.  

Specifically, I also moved to Las Vegas from the Midwest in the late 70s/early 80s. I also had similar challenges at home and struggled to adapt to life on the fringe of a transient town known for adult entertainment.

Las Vegas as a backdrop

This isn't the Las Vegas that most people think about when they think of Las Vegas, which is why I always felt living here was paradoxical. In 1982, this town was much smaller, maybe 200,000 people, and most of them lived in a California-esque desert suburbia, but with slot machines in their grocery stores and minimal family activities outside of what kids could come up with on their own.

For teens, The Strip and Downtown Las Vegas were more akin to a drive-by experience. We would cruise Downtown Las Vegas and The Strip, stopping only long enough to eat at a buffet, see a show (the few that would let us in), or visit the carnival midway at Circus Circus or Omnimax at Caesars Palace. Sure, sometimes we would see how much we could get away with in the far more famous areas of the city, but mainly we caused our trouble well away from tourists. 

Suffice to say, the famous landmarks and locales are barely blips in this book but still provide the fabric for what life was like in a small town stuffed into a big city envelope. And yes, we all knew who ran it. But mostly, in this book, with the exception of a quick trip to the naked city, casino resorts are only part of the distant skyline, which is mostly how it was when I was growing up too. 

Third Wheel is in production

Behind the scenes, the second proof copy of Third Wheel has been ordered and I am in the process of submitting the manuscript for a few early reviews. Then, after another pass on the proof, we'll format the book for various distributors. 

Currently, Third Wheel preorders are available via Amazon Kindle. But like my first book, 50 States, Third Wheel will be available everywhere books are sold and libraries (as it has a Library of Congress control number). I will also have copies of the book on hand in August, making it easier for readers to purchase a signed copy rather than trying to connect after the purchase. 

There are two ways to read a sneek peak of the first chapter. The first chapter of Third Wheel doubles as a short story in Ten Threads, which is my ten-story companion to 50 States. And, closer to August, I will share a private link to the first chapter via my newsletter. A few months after publication, I'll also share a few additional bits related to Third Wheel in the newsletter, including how to discover its secret music playlist and a reference that grounds it in the 50 States universe. 

That's all the news that's fit to print right now, except I have a new biosite if you prefer to connect with me somewhere else. The only social network not listed on the biosite is Mastadon. I'm still kicking the tires there, much like Gettr and MeWe. Hope to see you around. Good night, good luck, and thanks for taking an interest.

Tuesday, January 31

Writing Stories: Stranger Than Fiction

There is a childhood punishment that the protagonist of my debut novel describes in my forthcoming debut novel. One of the beta readers didn’t like it. She called it silly, disbelieving it would ever happen.


The irony is that I borrowed it from real life. No, the novel isn’t real life. It’s a work of fiction. But as most writers will tell you, we all draw on real people or events, especially those that leave physical, emotional, or psychological imprints on our lives. 


How else does one write straight, honest prose about human beings? Some of us look backward while writing forward, weaving the past into the present — even if we’re implanting the event on someone we made up, asking ourselves the whole time how the character might respond to it differently than we did. Sometimes they do. Sometimes they don’t.


This is where it can sometimes be tricky as a writer. We borrow bits of this and that from our lives and reshape them into something else for other people to experience until it isn’t our experience anymore, but someone else’s entirely, someone we made up. And this is why I sometimes offer a cautionary whisper to those who might remember actual events before they read my work. It’s not them or me or you or that or what happened, I tell them. Because, well, it isn’t any of that. Except in this case, maybe. 


The childhood punishment I’m talking about really happened, and it happened to me. It was so real, in fact, I spent the better part of my twenties believing I deserved it, coping with it and other psychological abuses as a sort of joke. How bad of a kid was I? I was so bad …


When I finally had my own kids, I stopped telling the joke. It was no longer funny as I realized it was a punishment that I could never prescribe on my kids or any kids, for that matter. There wasn’t any infraction worthy of such a punishment or even the threat of it — which four more children endured while growing up until it became a thing of legend. 


The punishment I’m talking about sounds familiar to most people. It was a room restriction, common enough that The Atlantic wrote about it like a rite of passage among previous generations. Some still argue that “grounding” can be effective. Maybe so. Except for mine, maybe. 


My grounding wasn’t a weekend or week, as some might have experienced. It was a month, with the real caveat being that everything interesting was removed from my room — books, games, papers, pencils, etc. The circumstances didn’t make sense either, as it had very little to do with anything I did but a demonstration of unchecked authority. She had told me there would be consequences, so she had to follow up. 


The consequence for putting one dish out of the dishwater away dirty was a month-long restriction. I didn’t doubt her. Past experiences had always convinced me she meant business. So I did what any preteen would do. I slowly, carefully, and meticulously inspected every dish while putting them away. And I felt true terror when she came in to inspect the work, slowing and randomly looking over glasses and plates and silverware. 


I was so very careful, but it was there anyway. There was a water spot on one of the knives. The declaration of its finding was so fierce that it alone would have taught me a lesson, assuming there was one to teach. But it didn’t stop there, couldn’t stop there. 


The consequence had already been outlined. I would be placed on room restriction for a summer month, only allowed out to use the bathroom and for meals.


I was so angry that it never occurred to me that I couldn’t see the offending water spot, nor could I discern whether it was the knife I had put away or some other that she had plucked from the drawer. What did occur, I learned later in life, is that she had triggered a fight or flight response, and I always tended to be a fighter. 


I made a cavalier proclamation that I didn’t care about her punishment or authority. I would take my punishment like a champ, shut myself off from her wickedness, and read, draw, and play games until my vacation from her ended. Tut tut. Lay it on me. 


That’s when she delivered what amounted to a left hook I never saw coming. She told me I was too smart for my own good, so all those things would be taken out of my room too. I would be left in there with nothing except my bed, clothes, and a window to look out of from the elevated first story of our apartment. It overlooked a pond. 


Sometimes my son and daughter ask me what I did for that month. They are especially perplexed because, nowadays, a cell phone restriction can be more impactful than banishment to a room ever seemed to be. From what I remember, and I blanked a good part of it, I imagined things. 

The protagonist in the novel, on the other hand, never says. He only mentions it as an illustration of circumstance, given the book isn’t about abuse. Any psychological abuse is only a subplot, a mechanism to help people understand the boy in relation to other events in the story. 


Even so, I sometimes hope its presence in the story sparks conversation about it as it did with one of my beta readers. When people hear or talk about abuse, the word conjures images of physical or sexual abuse before emotional abuse or neglect, but those things exist too. And the wholesale destruction of someone’s self-worth carries consequences that take even longer to heal. 


If you know of someone who needs help or if you need help yourself, Childhelp can put you in touch with local resources in your area. Aside from that, let’s have a conversation. Stories help people learn they are not alone, even when they sound stranger than fiction. 

Saturday, May 21

Dropping Stories: Ten Threads As A Kindle Exclusive

The last two years have been among the hardest — a series of unrelated wretched events with the dark cloud of the pandemic looming in the background. You know the cloud. We all do. It blotted out the sun. 

The start of all our trouble didn't begin with it. It started with our home being invaded and cars stolen. Mine, a 20-year-old Infiniti G20, was nearly totaled. 

Who am I kidding? I spent $6,000 or more to fix a car worth half as much. It was totaled. But the very idea that someone could take away something I've taken care of for 20 years was too much. So I didn't accept it and had it fixed. 

The pandemic rolled over us all a few months later, and I didn't have anywhere to go anyway. If I could have gone somewhere, it would have been to southern Arizona, where my paternal grandmother lost her cognitive ability. Adult protective services estimated we had a few months to figure it out.  

We really didn't. By the time the guardianship papers were processed, one of those family villains that everyone seems to have swept in with a story that nobody believed except one misguided attorney. The stress of the guardianship battle nearly killed us. We survived, but my grandmother did not. She died two weeks before the court investigator filed a formal report in my favor, forcing us into another battle for the estate. 

We won. And we lost. The villain took almost all of the bank accounts while the court allowed me to manage the dilapidated property she called home. We're still mitigating it today, more than a year later.

It's true, you know. After a while, you become numb to bad news. Six months after losing my grandmother, we lost my stepdad's best friend, someone we long considered part of the family. And six months after that, we lost my stepdad too. I'll spare the details except to say it wasn't sudden — unless you count those last few weeks that played out like months in slow motion as sudden. I'm still reeling from it.

So what does that have to do with a book release?

Nothing. And everything. 

Someone once told me "never let bad days fool you into thinking you have a bad life." It's too easy to do. I've had plenty, more than my share. Some of them I invited. Some came along anyway. 

You wouldn't think so if you met me in person. I generally present light-hearted most of the time, and intensely passionate about everything for the rest of it. It's called coping. You find every shining moment you can and you squeeze it for every ounce of sunshine it might give you.

My debut, 50 States, was one of those moments. It took some time but, eventually, word of mouth helped propel it to become a top 100 bestselling literary short stories collection on Amazon for three consecutive months — an honor compounded with two book awards. The first was first place for short stories in the Spring 2022 BookFest Awards. The second was first place for literary fiction, psychological thrillers, and short stories in the ABR Book Excellence Awards.

Of course, 50 States wasn't my only shining moment. I'm honored to work with some great clients. I was reappointed to serve my city as a parks commissioner. My wife was promoted, twice. My children are brilliant. My daughter finally achieved a 4.0 GPA while becoming one of the top softball players in the state. My son just recently graduated from the University of Nevada, Reno. That was my school, too. 

So I've been squeezing all of these things for every ounce of light they shed (along with all those smaller, seemingly insignificant things too). It's something that my maternal grandmother, the one who raised me for ten years while dying of cancer, taught me before she died. You take whatever comes, catching hold of even the tiniest sunbeams to break the gloom. It's the only way to survive it all. It's the only way to thrive.

Ten Threads is a ten-story companion to my best-selling, award-winning debut. Published as a Kindle exclusive, it can be read as a stand-alone anthology of about 100 pages or as a continuation of stories found in 50 States. Specifically, this release features stories set in Idaho, Louisiana, Wisconsin, Utah, Pennsylvania, California, Vermont, Nevada, Maine, and Kentucky. 

If you read the debut, eight stories will feel like continuations. Two of them, while connected to their counterparts, aren't as strongly linked. Collectively, the stories feel like life. Nine parts darkness and one part light, which is why I dedicated it to my maternal grandmother, Helen. She is forever my sunbeam. Nobody squeezed me tighter. Good night and good luck.

Want a more straightforward book release update? Yes, you can find that too. It's in the news.

 

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