Cottage industry has slipped back into vogue in America in the past five years. Indie authors are setting up shop in bedrooms and dining rooms and kitchen tables on every street in every neighborhood from Staten Island to Oahu. In 2005 about 300,000 new book titles hit the shelves of bookstores and the pages of Amazon. In 2012 I’ve read estimates of over 1,000,000 titles — just for this year alone!
It used to be when I told people I was working on a book, they would look at me like I was some cute, exotic monkey creature with bucked teeth and big brown eyes. Now they say, “Oh, do you know Ed Jones or Continue reading →
With two weeks to go before our national election, I have had posted the following election short story…but it’s gone now. When a story implodes it’s an ugly site. You should have seen it.
32 years ago we had an election that changed the course of history. Us young libertines of the time were none too happy. What actually transpired that night in my little world, so many years ago, was a rather debauched episode that ended with a number of us taking our household TV outside and someone slamming it down in the middle of the street. Prior to that seen in the street, I recall Chuck Bell climbing on top of the TV as it muttered away in our living room. Chuck pontificated quite eloquently for a broken and sad 21-year-old on the wreckless nature of the American public while in a catcher’s squat and wearing a luxurious nightgown.
The title piece in my nine story collection is offered below for your reading pleasure. The book will be released on November 16th. It will be available in both digital and paperback formats. As always, this post will self-destruct in a few days, so either read it now or download it (and please don’t let me know if you do the latter).
Implosions of America: a tiny excerpt
Tucker was still out getting supplies for our billboard work when Janie Hawthorn came up with the idea of a TV demolition event. “We publicly unveil a group of TVs,” she said, “all stacked into a pyramid, then smash them to pieces.”
Angeline Worley, a quiet, studious girl who worked in the library, piped up and said: “Yeah, we could have them all powered up and tuned to individual channels.” I’d been attracted to her since moving into the house. Angeline had a confidence about her that I only partially understood in women back then.
You can read the rest when the book comes out on November 16.