Presented for your reading pleasure, the first three chapters from my new novel, No Tears For Old Scratch. Scroll down to read the chapters. And you can pick up a copy for yourself via these links:
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Biff was the dead man in seat 10C. Eyes shot wide open. Yet he saw nothing as the shadows moved past. One arm, dangling into the aisle, swung with each sway and surge of the bus. An old, crumpled fedora lay in his lap.
There was the grit of sand in his gums. He licked at it with a lazy tongue, tasting the desert.
That bloody desert…
It haunted him.
Turning to his right, Biff stared out the window past ol’ Snore and Snot. The old codger in the window seat smelled like medicated powder. Somewhere around West Haverstraw, his nose had become a leaky faucet. Despite being fast asleep, he would snort several times, sucking the bile back into his nose, and then return to snoring loudly.
Clouds coalesced into denser forms, choking the sunlight. It gave the air a heaviness, that feeling of a drawn-in breath unable to be released.
…and this bloody sand!
The sand was always there when he thought of the desert. It felt as if pins and needles had been jammed in his gums. Hiding in the nooks and crannies between his blackened teeth. He scraped at them with a long fingernail.
If only Biff could sleep and forget it all. But sleep never came. Instead there was a fog. The past few hours were a haze. It was a millennium, but it was a second. Somewhere in the haze came the dream.
A big congratulations to winners of the No Tears For Old Scratch giveaway. Each person will be receiving a signed copy of my latest novel.
Tasha L. from Dallas, TX
Ruth K. from Sacramento, CA
Zara B. from Ventura, CA
Michelle S. from Rockport, TX
Valerie M. from Bourget, ON
Of course, you can grab your copy at any local bookstore or online retailer.
Head on over to GoodReads to enter a contest to win one of five signed copies of my new book, No Tears For Old Scratch.
No Tears For Old Scratch, the new novel on sale now.
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Proof copies of No Tears for Old Scratch just arrived. Coming your way soon…
Here’s a quick description to give you a hint…
“Welcome to Knob’s End—The Holiest Town in America.”
So reads the sign that greets a mysterious stranger as he steps off a bus one dark night in upstate New York. But life is not so great in the small town of Knob’s End. The economy has tanked, jobs are drying up, and people are losing their homes. Led by their local pastor, Father Balano, the citizens’ only source of pride is an award-winning community display—“The Graveyard of the Innocent.” Once the stranger arrives, however, life in Knob’s End begins to unravel. Soon, a child is missing and the sins start stacking up. As the stranger stirs the pot, he can’t avoid confrontations with menacing old ladies, anarchic metalheads, pugnacious Christians, and the ghosts of his own past…
No Tears for Old Scratch is a dark and humorous literary tale about an outsider who suddenly finds himself lost in a veritable dead-end.
El Mano Negro’s brand new EP, “A Man’s Home is His Tombstone,” has finally arrived. The EP includes three new songs: “The Thin Man Never Saw It Coming,” “Go Down to the River Esmerelda,” and a cover of a Johnny Cash’s “San Quentin” (done-up in our own dust devil voodoo blues style). You can listen to the new tracks below and you can pick up the EP from Bandcamp, iTunes, Amazon, or Google Play. You can also stream it via Spotify. And if you dig it, don’t forget to check out the Memento Mori EP.
Here it is… the brand new El Mano Negro EP with three new songs, including a cover of a Johnny Cash classic (done-up in our own dust devil voodoo blues style).
You can pre-order the EP now from Bandcamp and get to stream the songs right away. Once the EP goes on sale August 27th, you’ll receive an e-mail with a link so you can download your copy.
James Salter discusses the relationship between writing and travel from an old Paris Review interview:
INTERVIEWER: Does the travel help your writing?
SALTER: It’s essential for me. There is no situation like the open road, and seeing things completely afresh. I’m used to traveling. It’s not a question of meeting or seeing new faces particularly, or hearing new stories, but of looking at life in a different way. It’s the curtain coming up on another act.I’m not the first person who feels that it’s the writer’s true occupation to travel. In a certain sense, a writer is an exile, an outsider, always reporting on things, and it is part of his life to keep on the move. Travel is natural. Furthermore, many men of ancient times died on the road, and the image is a strong one. Kings of Arabia, when they are buried, are not given great tombs. They are buried on the side of the road beneath ordinary stones. One thing I saw in England long ago struck me and has always stayed with me. I was going to visit someone in a little village, walking from the railway station across the fields, and I saw an old man, perhaps in his seventies, with a pack on his back. He looked to be a vagabond, dignified, somewhat threadbare, marching along with his staff. A dog trotted at his heels. It was an image I thought should be the final one of a life. Traveling on.