Monthly Archives: February 2013

Man-Eating Fish and Crime

What do these two things have in common? They’re combined into a short story, part Stephen King weirdness, part crime noir by author, Jason Brick, (PG-writing, family-friendly-writer, etc) writing under the pen name of Jake F. Simons (bad-ass R-rated, foul-mouthed writer).

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Panamanian Stompers is an entertaining and funny short read that’ll only cost you .99 . . . such a deal.

[The bar] squatted there in a nasty neighborhood like a freshly picked scab on an acne-strewn face, between a bare dirt parking lot and a stinking stretch of industrial shoreline.

If that doesn’t pique your interest, maybe this will . . .

The sound came again, much closer than before. Fernie’s gut rolled. He flinched, expecting the next sound to be . . .

Learn more about Jason and his writing on his blog, BrickCommaJason.

“So, how’s that workin’ for ya?”

Ah . . . the immortal words of Dr. Phil. I can hear his voice in my head asking me about my latest “Get-Writing-Quick” scheme that I started just over a month ago. You know, the whole Jar Idea.

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Well, I haven’t been able to utilize them the way I was hoping; too many tasks already on my plate. However, I am happy to say that I had an article accepted for publication in the April/May issue of Whole Life Times. Take that, Pinterest! Speaking of which, it’s been two days since my last Pinterest visit and I’m hoping I can stay on the wagon for a little while longer.

I have also made sure that I threw some fun into my schedule by attending a book signing by friend and fellow writer, Chuck Barrett while he and his lovely wife were visiting from Florida. Chuck’s third book, Breach of Power is scheduled for a mid-March release which I was able to pre-order (just like you can!) and picked up signed copies of his first two.

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So all in all, I haven’t been totally unproductive; I do have a writers conference to help set up after all . . . And, I’ve been receiving edits from my publisher of Folsom’s 93, so it hasn’t been all hammocks and margaritas here–I promise, Dr. Phil.

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