For years, I’ve had a Livejournal. It was overly personal, as some blogs tend to get, and sometimes got me in trouble with friends or co-workers. One co-worker, in fact, challenged me to a fight for some things I had said. That was a weird time.
Anyway, since I am now a published author, I thought I’d start fresh. This blog will have less personal stories (though they might pop up sometimes), focusing more on entertaining and shameless self-promoting. I’m still thinking of what to do in terms of content, but I’m leaning towards doing reviews on comics I think everyone should read (a series as a whole, not individual issues or volumes) and maybe some funny or interesting stories, like when I was in wrestling school for a short period of my life. I’m most certainly going to post the story behind the creation of my first novel’s main character. Oh, and speaking of which.
It’s shameless self promotion time!
My first novel, is now available thanks to Pro Se Press. They specialize in pulp-style books, hearkening back to the days of Doc Savage and The Shadow. I loved how publisher Tommy Hancock described it: “It is fun, larger than life, over the top action and adventure, with tips of multiple hats to comic books, hard boiled crime stories, and more!”
The City of Smoke & Mirrors is the first in a series I called “The Armadillo Mysteries.”
I’ll let its star, Dilbert Pinkerton, tell you all about it.
The name’s Dilbert Pinkerton, private detective. Friends call me Dill. I’m a mutant armadillo. I dig for the truth.
And the truth is I need to get out of the city, away from supernatural mobsters that want my carapace for a foot bath. So when some rich dame saunters into my Hovel Office with a job, I take it. Even if it’s to retrieve a pearl necklace that’s not hers. I’m desperate enough, I don’t even care the job sends me to Nevermore Bay.
Yeah, Nevermore Bay: the city where some wacko in a mask hurdles across rooftops; calls himself The Buzzard. Criminals are scared pantsless of him. ‘Course, most people think he’s a myth created by the police department.
If you ask me, that’s a far more exciting mystery than some oyster’s cough drops. Maybe I can kill two birds with one stone during this vacation. If, that is, I don’t get killed by the police, Don Komodo’s crew that’s on my tail, some of The Buzzard’s rogues gallery or The Buzzard, himself.