Thursday, April 29, 2010

Replay: "One Hundred And Twenty-Five Grams Of Pain"

Oh, the woe of a drug dealer. Such an accursed trade, and such an abysmal life. Here is his lament, in the (almost micro) story called "125 Grams of Pain." This tale was posted on Flashing In The Gutters.

As to what the dosage alludes to, you'll have to read for yourself.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

"The Wrong Old Man" is up Thrillers, Chillers 'n' Killers

Before Thrillers Killers 'n' Chillers goes on a hiatus to recharge their batteries and revamp the site, they have a little story from Christopher Grant called "The Wrong Old Man."

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Good Writing Quotes from...?

These quotes came from The Creative Screenwriting Weekly Newsletter.

"The drudgery of being a professional writer comes in trying to make good days out of bad days and in squeezing out the words when they won't just flow."

- Benjamin Cavell

"No one is asking, let alone demanding, that you write. The world is not waiting with bated breath for your article or book. Whether or not you get a single word on paper, the sun will rise, the earth will spin, the universe will expand. Writing is forever and always a choice -- your choice."

- Beth Mende Conny

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Caption This VI!

Say that I'm mailing it in...

...but not until you caption this.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Borges and Doctorow for Writing Quotes

These quotes came from The Creative Screenwriting Weekly Newsletter.

"Every writer creates his own precursors. His work modifies our conception of the past, as it will modify the future."

- Jorge Luis Borges

"There is no longer any such thing as fiction or nonfiction; there's only narrative."

- E.L. Doctorow

Friday, April 16, 2010

Chad Rohrbacher's Flash Fiction Contest

Chad Rohrbacher is having a Flash Fiction Contest! Check it out-

Since I’m such a nice guy and I love Gischler’s writing, I decided to do something out of character for me: give something away for free. Well, let me qualify that since it’s not quite free.

“Oh damn” there’s always a catch. Stupid infomercial.

Don’t change the channel yet, because all I’m looking for is to see some good writing. In a flash fiction crime or superhero piece, this means under 1500 words.

I will post a poll once all the entries are in and the winner will receive:

Victor Gischler’s work on Marvel Comics’ Deadpool: Merc With A Mouth and the newDeadpool Corps and The Deputy. This means prelude 1-5 and Issue #1 of the Deadpool series and the novel for a little emotional sweat in a flash fiction piece.

So if you are a fan of comics, this gives you an opportunity to check out his novel; or if you’re a novel reader and think comics have nothing to offer, this gives you a chance to check them out and see how wrong you are. The best thing is writers don’t get to have all the fun, because everyone who loves crime and comic writing gets to vote for the winning entry.


1. Sign up by Monday, April 19th 5 pm in the comments.

2. You have 1 week to write and post your entry to your blog and share your link with us.

3. This entry must be posted and linked by Monday, April 26th at 5 pm EST.

4. Vote – The poll will remain open until Monday, May 3rd at 1 pm EST.

So spread the word and, more importantly, get writing.

Update: This is a hardcover copy of The Deputy. And those across the pond are free to join in — the book will be shipped directly from Amazon while the Deadpool series will come from me directly. Happy Writing.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

How does a crime writer look at clouds?

Is it me...

...or do you see-

A Sig Sauer

And a bikini bottom, too?

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Capote...WTF? And other Writing Quotes

These quotes came from The Creative Screenwriting Weekly Newsletter.

"Finishing a book is just like you took a child out in the back yard and shot it."

- Truman Capote

"A writer needs three things, experience, observation, and imagination, any two of which, at times any one of which, can supply the lack of the others."

- William Faulkner

"When a man is in doubt about this or that in his writing, it will often guide him if he asks himself how it will tell a hundred years hence."

- Samuel Butler

"Ink on paper is as beautiful to me as flowers on the mountains; God composes, why shouldn't we?"

- Terri Guillemets

It takes as much courage to have tried and failed as it does to have tried and succeeded.

-Anne Morrow Lindbergh, via Chris.

Friday, April 9, 2010

Needle Magazine is here!

Well, the big day has arrived and it came much sooner than expected. The Premiere Issue of Needle Magazine is here!

Steve Weddle, Scott D. Parker, Naomi Johnson, Daniel O'Shea and John Hornor Jacobs have covered the crime fiction and noir spectrum from A to Z, literally. From Patti Abbott, to David Zeltserman.

We're talking Sandra Seamans, Paul D. Brazill, Christopher Grant, Eric Beetner, Keith Rawson, Chad Rohrbacher, Kieran Shea, Hilary Davidson, Jedidiah Ayers, Eric Nusbaum, Nathan Singer, Kent Gowran and yours truly.

Needle Magazine will be offered in a print only version on Lulu. Please click here for the details and buy your copy today!

Thursday, April 8, 2010

David Cranmer interviews my "Dad!"

David Cranmer, Publisher of Beat To A Pulp Magazine, has seven questions for my "Dad!"*

That's right he interviews Christopher Grant, the very man who once said, "That's right, I'm pulling for my bastard son Cormac." Christopher runs one of the best sites for fresh and reprinted noir, crime fiction and mayhem.

David asks some great questions, covering Spaghetti Westerns, A Twist of Noir, Christopher Grant's character "The Deaf Guy," the future of ATON and desert island reads. Please, pop on over and read it.

*I'm twelve years older than him, but he is the most supportive parent when it comes to all of us writers of crime fiction.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

"Mightier Than The Sword" -DSD Flash Challenge

The cats at Do Some Damage had a Flash Challenge revolving around The Recession. Et voilà-

"Oh shit, here it comes. Let’s kick off 'Bitch and Moan Fest 2010,'" whispers Carrie.

"Carrie, where's my pen? Have you seen my pen?" snaps Trent, like a Chihuahua that has had its favorite chew toy taken away.

Carrie quickly pulls the pen off of the counter and hands it to Trent before he can blow his top. Still, even this won't delay his inevitable lecture and her mind goes into an old-fashioned TV off-the-air pattern replete with a Technicolor Indian chief, as she tunes him out.

Carrie doesn't miss the "same shit, different day" of her old job, and she doesn't miss her cubicle, either. But she misses the pay...God, how she misses the pay. She misses her BMW Z3, too. It was the first thing she had to give up during the six months she was unemployed, after her layoff notice. She cried when she had to forfeit the lease on that rolling decompression chamber.

Now she drives a used Tercel, and the only decompressing that goes on with that is its leaky right front tire. Now she brings her lunch to work, and now even dinner at McDonald’s is a luxury. Same mortgage, micro pay scale. The nastiest part of this economic readjustment is not making 39% of what she used to earn. No, the worst aspect of this downturn is spending each and every underpaid day working with Trent. You can't spell "anal-retentive" without "T-r-e-n-t."

The owner of the card shop, Nikki, only agreed to hire Carrie on as assistant manager if she also did a clerk job as well…for just two dollars an hour more.

"Are you even listening to me?" he whines.

"It's just a pen."

"I've had the same pen for ten years now. I've changed the ink, but it's the exact same one. The grip is just right and the ink doesn't smear. You are right handed, and you can use any pen you want. We work in a greeting card store, for God sake; just take one from the shelves!"

"Yeah, so you can report me for theft to Nikki? Look...Trent, why don't you go home? I'll punch your card out."

"I don't want to-"

Carrie snaps back, "I cannot work with you for the remaining twenty minutes left in this day. Either you punch out, or I'll punch you out!"

With that, Trent harrumphs off...dropping his pen. Rather then saying anything, she pockets it.


Fifteen minutes later, Carrie locks the front door. She goes into the back and turns the lights off. Suddenly Carrie is grabbed and an arm closes around her neck. She can’t breathe as everything goes entirely too bright for her, and then it turns pitch dark.


She wakes up behind the counter and on her back. There is a strange man on top of her. He reeks of drugs and body odor, and he's pawing at her. She flinches as she feels something pricking her neck.

His bushy brows furl angrily over his distant and cold eyes. He shows her a long hunting knife and mutters, "the three of us are gonna have fun…me, you and my blade." He pokes the knife at her again and his free hand tugs at the button of her slacks.

"Carrie, why are all the lights out, and where is my fucking pen?"

Trent startles Carrie, but he startles the intruder even more. As her assailant wheels around, Trent grabs a crystal vase off the back counter and clubs the Intruder twice. The glass vase shatters with the second blow. Trent grabs another vase and hits him again, for good measure.

Trent helps her to her feet.

"Carrie, are you okay?"

Her lips tremble and her eyes water up. Trent offers her an arm as he dials 911 on the store's phone. As it rings, Carrie leans into Trent and he gives her a reassuring embrace.

"Uh, Carrie, I'm so, so sorry. If it's not too much to ask...uh, could I have my pen back?"

The End

Jay Stringer said-

On the other hand, it could be said that the subject matter of crime fiction is recession proof; many of the stories are already dealing with people in deprived situations. It’s already about grabbing social mobility with a fist and the pointy end of a gun. In that regard, crime fiction has long been waiting for the world to catch up.

And this element is timeless. It was as true a century ago as it is today.

This is a meaty subject to get into, and one that I’m sure all of you could write about far better than me. So here’s the thing, short and sweet this week. I believe if there’s a subject worth discussing, it’s a subject worth writing fiction about.

So this here is a DSD flash fiction challenge. And I’m giving you plenty of run up time on this; lets call the deadline Tuesday, April 6th. Just after we’ve all enjoyed the Easter weekend, that seems somehow fitting.

Let’s have your recession stories. The usual flash rules apply, length no more than 800-900 words (I’m looking at you, Weddle). Write about anything and everything, as long as it’s tied into the theme.

You can send your stories to us to put up here on the day, or you can just run them on your own blog and link to us.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Some good news

Finally, some good (solid) news! I'm sorry to be a tease, but you'll have to read Gerald So's interview with Steve Weddle over at Chatterfic, to find out.

Psst, don't forget...

How about that lineup? Thanks to Paul for the back cover.

Friday, April 2, 2010

Caption This V!

Let's be honest, some of you just come by this blog... caption this.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

"The House of Half A Hundred Cats" is up at A Twist of Noir!

Katherine Tomlinson's "The House of Half A Hundred Cats" is up at A Twist of Noir!


...then get amnesia, what is wrong with you? Forget about all that bad face painted, crappy leotard costumed and hackneyed musical nonsense! We're talking about Katherine Tomlinson, and we're talking about A Twist of Noir! Think...

...and you will be in the right frame of mind.