My brother died this morning. Massive heart attack.
We were basically estranged because of a great many of his life choices, but I’m still stunned and incredibly sad we never got the chance to reconcile.
AAAAAAAAAH! I can now share that my story, "The Funeral Suit," has been selected for 2024 BEST AMERICAN MYSTERY & SUSPENSE!!!!
My first time being selected to
#BAMS
!!!!!
Good morning. My story “negative tilt” has been named a finalist for Derringer Award. Incredibly pleased, because that story is probably the best thing I have ever written.
3 years ago I went back to writing seriously, with an eye to publication. Since then: 30 short stories published or under contract; 4 book deals; 2 novels published; short story collection forthcoming; Derringer Award; 2 Pushcart nominations.
Last night, I had to convince myself that "Negative Tilt" had no shot of winning the 2023 Derringer Award for Long Story ... it was the only way I could get to sleep, because I am a goober & obsess about stuff.
Woke up to find out I won the damn thing! Absolutely overjoyed.
Man, I know that for some folks a $500 Christmas bonus isn't a lot.
But let me tell you: It beats the absolute shit outta the $8 Hickory Farms box that was our Xmas "bonus" at my last job.
A small moment of humor last night. The funeral home worker who picked up Dad's body wanted to make sure we wanted him to keep his mustache.
My response: If you tried to shave it off, he'd probably wake up and fight you.
God, I'm gonna miss him.
INCREDIBLY PLEASED to say I'm officially a
@ShotgunHoney
author.
@RonEarl
just sent me contracts for both Magic City Blues AND Living the Gimmick.
I'm BEYOND pumped, y'all. So pleased to be with what I consider the top indie crime publisher.
#amwriting
#noir
#CrimeFiction
The Cait Corrian thing is just mind-blowing.
All she had to do was not act racist. (Not even 'not be racist' — the bar is LOW for white authors.)
And yet she couldn't even do that. That is some serious self-sabotage right there.
Woke up this morning thinking about the multiple people who told me I couldn't. That I wouldn't. That I didn't have enough talent or drive or whatever-it-is that makes a writer "special."
My next book is out on March 27. Run tell that.
Writer friends: Jealousy kills your soul. There'll always be someone farther along the road: a higher-tiered mag acceptance, a bigger publisher, more money, more award noms.
Work on your art. Cheer others on.
Seething with bitterness doesn't do you or anyone else any good.
The fact that a NYT bestseller is punching down at a reviewer with at most HALF of her audience, and other big "queer" accounts have begun piling on is absolutely disgusting.
I stand with Ana.
I have a first-draft copy of
@blacklionking73
's forthcoming ALL THE SINNERS BLEED, and it is just as phenomenal as I expected it to be. Y'all be jealous.
Well ... just sent the first 50 pages of TRUE BELIEVERS to an agent, who requested them when we talked at
#bouchercon2023
... Guess I actually gotta finish this book, huh?
If you’re the praying type — even if you’re not — send some good vibes my Dad’s way. His BP & oxygen both crashed this morning. Being taken to ER by ambulance now.
Many years ago, my mom wanted to learn how to play the banjo. My dad built her one. It is ancient and smoke damaged and the face needs to be completely replaced. But it’s really cool to hold something of my dad‘s in my hands, and to know how much it meant to my mom.
All right, folks ... I've kept you in suspense long enough. Here's the cover for NEGATIVE TILT: Stories!
@RonEarl
knocked it out of the park ... again!
Former sports journo here: The pressure that Dads — it's almost always Dads — put on their kids to be "great" at such an early age will always be detrimental to the kid's mental health, and potentially to their physical well-being.
From
@TheAthletic
: Baby Gronk is a 10-year-old whose father is pitching him as the next big thing in college football. “He’s a real athlete. He’s not a normal kid,” his father told us. “He has been trained and programmed since he was 6 years old.”
Some publishing news: LIVING THE GIMMICK won 1st place for novel from the Alabama Media Professionals, and ‘The Ghost of Buxahatchee Creek’ won first place for short story.
"Don't send us anything political, this is an outlaw country anthology!" Said the "editors" who have clearly never listened to Man in Black (Johnny Cash), Don't Let the Bastards Get You Down (Kris Kristofferson), Vote 'Em Out (Willie Nelson), America (Waylon Jennings) ...
Sometimes you get an email that knocks the breath out of you in a good way. You rock back with its impact and let it settle over you, and you don't know whether to smile or cry or both.
Holy shit, indeed.
Here's a dose of good news from the ICU: Mom had a good night last night and is in good spirits this morning. If she continues to improve, she could be moved to a regular room later today.
I'm trying to be a better person, so I'm just going to point out the account has 157 followers, & is hoping for engagement. Other than that, his advice is bad. 'Y'all' is a damned fine word, and what's more, it's inclusive language.
I've sent out queries to 3 agents for my latest book, and 2/3 have requested fulls so far.
The waiting game is maddening. At least I've got some good people to share that time with.
I'm THE WORST at sitting on news, so I'm gonna share.
My story, 'Trap House' made it into
@RHPMag
's 'Under the Thumb: Stories of Police Oppression' anthology to be released later this year. I am over the moon about this one.
Came to a local coffee shop to write. Got recognized by someone that I ... don't know. They wanted to let me know that they loved MAGIC CITY BLUES.
It is weird to say that I have fans, but that is apparently a thing now???
The boys & I broke down the big dining table & started creating a library room this morning. Beyond happy with it. But man, I gotta organize these shelves.
I don't really have a point about all of this. I just wanted to mention my cousin, who cost me an appendage and maybe — just maybe — altered the course of my life in a way that none of us ever knew.
Wherever you are, Keith, I hope you can rest easy.
/Fin.
Thursday afternoon, my Dad let me know that the funeral home had finally put a marker on Mom's grave.
Then early on Friday morning, my Mom visited me in a dream to let me know that she was all right. And y'all, she was walking (something she hadn't been able to do in YEARS.)
Within all of the chaos of my personal life the last few months, weeks, and days, I have still managed to finish the first draft of a novel, and I'm working on finishing the MS that was due to my publisher like two weeks ago.
I'm a glutton for punishment.
The hospice folks come today.
I know in my rational mind that mom needs this level of care. I hear when they tell me this doesn't have to be a death watch.
But I see her lying in the hospital bed, all but helpless. My lizard brain knows.
Just got back from visiting with my Dad ... went by mom's grave before I left my hometown to come back to Bham
Just being straightforward with y'all ... I'm decidedly *not* doing well with the grief.
Dad is having a really good day. He is much more himself, and more aware, and able to have conversations. For the last four days, he has essentially been on another planet. This is really encouraging. Probably just an Indian summer, but still.
Gathered up some of the red clay from the road I grew up on. Are used to not think I was a southern writer. I even ran from it for a long time. But this stuff is in my skin and in my bones. This road made me who I am.
I'm just bowled over by "I let AI write my books!" crowd.
Even if my books sucked (they don't), they're MY books. I worked. I sweated. In some cases, I bled for them.
Publishing is already full of soulless pap. Why the fuck would you want to add to that?
Here we are. IT'S PUBLICATION DAY!!!
LIVING THE GIMMICK is out NOW from
@ShotgunHoney
Books. Order a copy here: or via Amazon, Barnes & Noble, or your favorite indie bookstore!
To complicate things: Today is mom's birthday. She's 78.
I don't want to think about the idea that it'll most likely be her last one. I want to hope for a miraculous recovery.
Hard days, man.
So some of you have noticed that last week I was alluding to some things going on in my personal life. Now that family has been informed, I can share:
My Dad has lung cancer & the doctors believe it's incurable. Treatment may delay things, but there's no guarantee of even that.
Them: "You should keep 'wokeness' out of your writing."
Me: My pro wrestling murder-mystery incorporates elements of the Me Too movement, has LGBTQ+ characters, AND it goes harder than your wannabe Bukowski-lite. GTFOH.
(I am FIESTY today.)
Look, this is southern potato salad: yellow gold potatoes, peeled; salt and pepper to taste; boiled eggs (I don’t even eat eggs) pickle relish, finely chopped white onion, mayo, and mustard, ina nearly even mix. Top with smoked paprika.
Wanna know what being a writer is like? On the same day your lauded short story collection is released, you receive a rejection.
Temper your expectations, kids.
I knew the firs Mother’s Day without my mom was gonna be hard.
Just gonna keep my head down and survive it.
Here he is in happier times, giving one of our bulldogs a ride on her scooter. Love and miss you, Mom.
Christmas Eve is special in my family. We gather at my parents' house to eat dinner together/exchange gifts, go look at Christmas lights & celebrate the gentle, peaceful feeling of the holiday.
I hope that you and yours, no matter what—or if—you celebrate, have a lovely day.
Mom will be released from the ICU later today, headed to an inpatient physical rehab program where she will hopefully regain some strength. It's a definite step forward from where and how she's been the last several days.
I have apparently won 5 (!!!!!) awards in the Alabama Press Association's Better Newspaper Contest.
As always, the only way that I can do that is because I get to cover some extraordinary young people in my newspaper's coverage area.