The fine folks at the Atlanta Contemporary Art Center have been exceedingly kind to me, and I’m proud to announce that they asked for a couple of copies of Dangerous Dan which are, as you can see in the photo above, displayed prominently next to a notepad reading “Important Bullshit.” Yes! A notepad. A notepad which may or may not have been arranged artfully by Pratfall Tramps exhibition curator Rachel Reese. …except that I know it was her because she claimed it. Important bullshit indeed! Stop by the ACAC and... Read The Rest →
Memphis reminds me a lot of my home town of Montgomery, AL. Both are relatively flat, have a river running through down town, and possess that big-small-town feel. Be kind to whomever you meet. You’ll see them again shortly. With luck, they’ll bring fried chicken. I had the pleasure of being a temporary Memphian — or as I have proposed they re-brand themselves, “Mempheasant” — this weekend for MidSouthCon 33. I started the weekend by sitting in on the Nation of Jake radio show, during which Jake discovered and exploited... Read The Rest →
I am aware that what I am about to say marks me as a buffoon of the highest ass-showing order, but I’m saying it anyway: I don’t like Catch-22. I have friends who list it as their most favorite novel. That is fine and good for them. I can’t handle the way it grinds back and forth over its message sentence by sentence. It’s like being told tales your whole life of the greatest masseur in the world, Sven. At long last, you finally find yourself with time and the... Read The Rest →
I will speak with Jake of the Nation of Jake on the AM airwaves March 20th. I’ll be in town for MidsouthCon 33, and I’ll be talking to Jake about books, writing, and probably life in general. Jake’s show follows Rush Limbaugh and Sean Hannity so I have no doubt that we’ll have plenty to discuss. Fun fact: Jake and I did our best to get hired as a radio morning show crew here in Atlanta some years ago, but the station chose not to hire us. Shame.
The ink is barely dry on my publishing contract. Editing has yet to begin. There’s still a long track ahead, along which my book project could derail — and then explode — at any moment. And yet, there is work to do … in the form of paperwork to fill out. Today, one such document asked me to define my book’s “Heat Level.” I did not know there was such a thing. How I Got Here I didn’t set out to become a romance novelist. I pitched the most ridiculous... Read The Rest →