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My collection of short stories - “Nine In The Morning” - is out today and available for Amazon Kindle (the paperback version will be out this weekend). My advice: save those hard-earned dollars and tax refunds, and pick up your free copy this weekend……my attempt to stimulate economic recovery and growth.
Both the Kindle version and paperback will include a preview of my next book: “Still Black Remains” which will be out this summer.
It was a heartwarming scene inside a cold hockey arena Tuesday night. The San Jose Sharks signed 17-year-old Sam Tageson to a one-day contract, letting the teen participate in warmups, giving him his own jersey, and letting him skate through the shark head at San Jose’s SAP Center.
My latest entry in the Fight Card Book series entitled “Can’t Miss Contender” was released today. The Kindle version is available now at Amazon and the paperback will soon follow. And while you’re shopping, please pick up copies of all the other Fight Card books (by a great roster of writers) if you have the chance.
Every time there’s a horrific shooting (Aurora – Newtown – Oregon), there are ludicrous posts that claim movie goers, teachers, or some other concerned citizen with a gun might have prevented that shooting. How come the Secret Service (probably the best-trained marksmen outside SEALS and Special Forces) couldn’t prevent Ronald Reagan and James Brady from being shot at close range? Or earlier this year, outside the Empire State Building, 8 innocent bystanders were wounded by police trying to take down a killer with a gun? Do we really think somebody who periodically shoots a gun at a firing range is going to turn into Wyatt Earp inside a dark theater, crowded mall, or grade school hallway?
And is some weekend Quick Draw McGraw with a hand gun really an equal match against a lunatic with an assault weapon? That’s supposed to be a reasonable solution?
I’m okay with 2nd Amendment rights, but assault weapons are another story.
It’s been a long couple of weeks working in the streets and on the debris piles in Seaside Heights. Sadness, pain, and loss cut through every minute of the day, no matter what you do or where you go. The level and depth of destruction is staggering. You can be moved to tears throughout the day by the tattered remains of peoples’ lives and memories in piles along the curb or loaded into the backs of trucks on their way to dump sites. People put down roots here and raised families and built lives that had value and meaning, and now it’s all gone. That sadness hangs on everything.
You see and hear about tragedies and natural disasters on the news, and for many people it hurts about as long as it takes to change the channel to “Dancing With The Stars”, “Storage Wars”, or some other idiotic reality show. Life takes over for most of us and returns to normal, even with the best of intentions. But for the people up and down the Jersey coast (as well as in Long island and Staten Island), life can’t just “go on”. Not when everything you spent a lifetime building is gone like it never happened or was never there.
But what comes back at me day after day, no matter who you meet, is the unwavering belief and conviction that we will rebuild. Through the pain comes hope, strength, and courage. That nothing will stand in our way – tough odds and hard work are no match for the kind of strength, resiliency, and toughness we own. Like a boxer in the late rounds of a fight, we took everything Hurricane Sandy had to give and we’re still on our feet, throwing jabs and punching our way out of trouble. We may be down, but it’s only a temporary thing.
“What it reminds me, though, is that all of time operates like this. You and I will never experience 12/12/12 again. And we’ll also never experience 12/11/12 again. Or the 10th of November, 2012. Or the 23rd of April, 1999. In fact, this very hour – this very minute — will come and then go and never return. Each increment of time is a spaceship launched into the dark that will never return home. Every moment is a snowflake, a fingerprint, a unique atomic temporal signature whose repeat is guaranteed to be impossible.”—From: “The Real Lesson Of 12/12/12” (via terribleminds)
As part of my efforts to make more of a difference in the post-Sandy clean-up efforts, for the entire month of December I’m donating all money from sales of my books LOST EXIT and HARD ROAD to “Restore The Shore Projects”.
“Restore The Shore Projects” is an initiative to assist in disaster relief for Hurricane Sandy victims. The main goal is to work quickly to provide relief and deliver it right into the hands of victims and restore their lives back to normal.
If you have friends who haven’t purchased either book and want to help, please steer them over to Amazon where they can pick up a copy (or 2 or 3….).
“Simply put, writing is rarely about writing. Writing is about thinking. And planning. And rethinking and replanning. Writing is about rewriting. Writing is about breaking it all apart and putting it back together again. Writing is about running it through the gauntlet. It’s about editing. About criticizing. Writing is about the craft of putting one word after the other and then stacking them atop one another. Writing is about the art of the story. Writing is about the crass and unpleasant dance of commerce. Writing is about sharpening the words and honing the tale until it is as sharp as a thumbtack. Writing is about you first, and the audience ever after.”—How To Flush Your NaNoWriMo Efforts Down The Crapper (via terribleminds)
“You can feel good about failure. Failure means you did something. You finished the story even if it wasn’t what you’d hoped. Failure means you’re learning. Growing. Doing. But quitting — man, you don’t get that with quitting. With quitting all you get is a box full of puzzle pieces that don’t connect. You get a shattered mirror. You get a handful of dirt even the earthworms don’t want.”—