Shill-o-rama

There is a LOT going on and I need to be good about promo and whoring and pimping.

*hustlehustlehustle*

So what’s new?

Welp, we got us a new short story with ‘Kiss Me on The Bus’ in the outstanding new anthology, ‘Waiting to Be Forgotten: Stories of Crime and Heartbreak, Inspired by The Replacements‘.

You can buy it by clicking the title.

You can also check out an interview HERE with Tom Leins about the whys and hows regarding my contribution to what is an excellent collection of wonderful stories.

My Derringer-nominated short ‘Separation Anxiety‘ is also available to read for free over at Great Jones Street. It’s a lovely new app built to be the Netflix of short stories. You can find stories from a metric fuck ton of incredible authors old and new (Bullet to The Brain, my personal favorite short story of all time is now available for me to read every two weeks at a whim – LOVE IT). Go download the app – it’s incredibly worth it.

Last and certainly not least. next week sees the release of my new novella, ‘No Happy Endings’. The blog’s jammed with info on how to order and what people I paid (in fake money – HA) had to say about the book. So far, so good.

Still, check out the long list of articles and promos we’re running. I’ll be updating as stuff releases in case you’re a weirdo that needs a collected batch of links regarding my work…

I AM THAT WEIRDO.

SW Lauden was kind enough to interview me over at his blog this week. CLICK HERE to read more of my pretentious self drone on about my work and other fun stuff. While you’re at it, check out SW’s latest, Grizzly Season. It’s on my TBR pile, but if it matches up to the first in the Greg Salem series, Bad Citizen Corporation, it’s going to be a hell of a ride.

Alex Segura had me over on his newsletter (which you can sign up for HERE). Beyond an interview, Alex runs really cool pieces from other writers, talks about what he’s currently reading/writing/listening to, and provides great links to articles and other pieces from great authors. Worth signing up for! You can also check out Alex’s books HERE.

Spinetingler did a very cool breakdown of No Happy Endings and let me get my spiel out there earlier this month. Go read that HERE. Good folks over there and some great stories too. Take the time to browse their archives!

Dana King was kind enough to let me answer a few questions over at One Bite at a Time. Had a blast answering those questions. While you’re there, check out his books Worst Enemies and Grind Joint from my publisher, Down & Out Books!

Over at Crimespree, Dan & Kate Malmon grilled me (THE INTERVIEW) and did me the honor of dropping a REVIEW for No Happy Endings as well. Verdict: click the goddamn links. Give Crimespree some love and attention too (SUBSCRIBE, is what I’m angling at). They do so very much for the crime fiction community and deserve the love in return.

At Do Some Damage I talk about the eternal void that is releasing a finished work into the wild. The worst of it: work never feels finished.

There’ll be more added as we get closer to release day and beyond!

Lastly, if you’re in the NYC area and need something to do on December 9th, come on out to the release party for No Happy Endings! I’ll be at The Mysterious Bookshop (terrified) and enjoying the company of readers and writers alike. More eyes are always welcome.

Until then, be easy!

Angel

Noir at The Bar: Trump Edition

Hola, Trumpketeers!

This Sunday, as in: the last free Sunday we’ll ever have, come on down to Shade in the West Village and hear me and a few other deplorables read some stories inspired by this raging fucking train wreck of an election!

I mean, look at these people. They’ve got the BEST words:
Angel Colon
Hilary Davidson
Rob Hart
Nick Kolakowski
Jason Pinter
Thomas Pluck
Eryk Pruitt
Hosted by Scott Adlerberg and Jen Conley

I’ll be reading an entirely new flash piece, ‘Deplorable Me’. It’s a story with dank memes, shit posts, pornography, conspiracies, and Muppets.

It’s going to be a total disaster. Completely crooked event. Sad!

So anyway, come on down. Vote once at the bar and then vote again on Tuesday.

Click HERE for more details.

Also, peep this totally biased poster!

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Be easy,

Angel

 

Segmentation

I joined and gave Medium a shot since some cool kids I know have done it.

Ended up ranting about Luke Cage and some social issues . Check it here.

It’s a pain in the ass sorting out where and when and how we write. The stories are sort of easy – especially when you’re writing to a specific market – but blogging, essays, random whatever-the-fuckery can be a pain. Overall, it’s all screaming at the crowd from your soapbox for a scrap of attention, right?

But sometimes you need to move the soapbox down the block some.

So I think the more “complex” think pieces will be hoisted onto Medium moving forward. It gives me incentive since the piece can be tossed onto random feeds and get my BS into random hands.

Standard promotion and bloggery will still be here – if that’s something you care about.

Anyway, back to the other stuff…day job…blergh.

Be easy,

Angel

BoucherBlog

Waiting on a delayed plane and a late connecting flight, so hey, I’ve got time.

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The very last thing I did before leaving my second Bouchercon was shake Walter Mosely’s hand and thank him for being him.

My hands didn’t quit trembling until I had to pay my cabbie outside Louis Armstrong International.

This year’s Bouchercon – Christ – this was something. Given a little time to decompress and allow my shredded throat to not make noise – a motherfucking feat, I know – I still can’t peg this feeling.

I saw people I hold in high regard be recognized, I shared conversation with wonderful NEW people, and I talked shop in front of a willing audience of friends and strangers then signed pages with my name printed in bold letters on them – while one of my writing heroes sat next to me doing the same and at an obvious greater frequency (thanks, alphabetical order).

I sat on a set of dirty steps on Decatur Street and watched the New Orleans sun get mean while I drank coffee with just the right amount of chicory, walked the streets and shared my last beignet in town with some fella on a corner dressed as Darth Vader and dancing to Gary Glitter music.

I shared one of the better meals of my life as a guest of one of the most gracious and generous hosts I’ve ever seen and took every opportunity to show off pictures of my kids to the interested and equally uninterested.

It’s sappy, but yeah, I’m feeling all the feels right now. To live a life where I never felt like I was in the right place and to have a history where I did everything to belong outside of embracing what made me weird, loud, off-kilter – shit, what an amazing feeling to finally, FINALLY feel like I’m home and I only had to be myself. IT’s pretty fucking heavy.

Now I have to wait another year to pick up where we left off.

Big thanks to Ro Cuzon for the jambalaya and having me over to his beautiful home, to Jon and Ruth Jordan, Judy Bobalik, and Erin Mitchell for putting together an awesome program, and super big thanks to Kate Malmon for being an awesome panel mod!

Slán abhaile, we’ll raise our glasses again very soon.

Bouchercon or Bust…

How the hell is it September?

HOW.

*gets a thorough explanation on the movement of space/time and human use of defined measurement of said passage of time based on the rotation of the earth and its own rotation around the sun.*

Oh, okay. Never mind.

Got a few cool things coming down the pike and I figure I hold off ACTUAL writing to pretend I’m writing here.

HELL YEAH, ACTIVE PROCRASTINATION.

Whatever, not like I have any active deadlines *pokes email inbox*

So, what’s to come?

First and foremost, BOUCHERCON, YO. Excited to see my Crime fic family and get to participate in my first panel. Said panel is a fucking corker check it:

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All respect to Mr. Crimespree himself, Jon Jordan, for putting this pic together.

Seriously, these are all fantastic folks (and writers!) I’ve interacted with quite often. To say I’m humbled and excited is putting it lightly. I have a feeling we’re going to put on a fun show and have a wonderful chat.

If you can’t catch me then, I’ll be out and about from Thursday afternoon to Sunday morning. You’ll more than likely find me at the hotel bar like a proper writer. There’s also a good chance I’ll be drunk, but bright side: I am friendly drunk and rarely vomit, so we got that working for all of us.

Speaking of that Thursday night at Bouchercon, be sure to come on down to Cosimo’s in the French Quarter for the 5th Anniversary celebration of Down & Out Books! Very cool reading lineup:

James Ray Tuck
Eric Beetner
G.J. Brown
Jen Conley
Jeffery Hess
Dana King
S.W. Lauden
Gary Phillips
Tom Pitts
Ian Truman
J.L. Abramo
Grant Jerkins
Danny Gardner

You’d be remiss to not join in on what’s going to be a very fun time with excellent writers and wonderful readers hanging around being fucking GLAMOROUS as all get out.

So, after Bouchercon?

I’ve got a piece based on The Replacements’ song, Kiss Me On The Bus coming in an absolutely amazeballs anthology coming from Gutter Books this October, Waiting To Be Forgotten. Much love to Jay Stringer for herding cats and making mountains move to get this together. I’m really proud of this piece and hope folks like it. Otherwise, take great joy in Johnny Shaw’s, Gary’s Got A Boner – it’s amazing.

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You know damn well I’ll be trumpeting this bad boy with an Amazon link as soon as I get one

Later this year? Down & Out Books releases my next novella, No Happy Endings. Here’s a little description:

Fantine Park is not the woman her mother was—she’s certainly not the safecracker her mother was either. Hell, she’s not much of anything useful these days. Fresh off her parole term after doing a stint in prison for a poorly thought out casino robbery, Fantine finds herself confronted by an old partner of her mother’s and right back in the thick of it.

Unfortunately, the man dragging her back to the life she left behind, one Aleksei Uryvich, is a complete bully and an idiot—content to believe he can get anything he wants with his brutish nature and the threat of a bullet for Fan’s elderly father, Jae.

The score: semen. Yes, semen. Gallons of it. Particularly, the genetic man-batter from supposed Ivy Leaguers and other elite. The material nets top dollar from Asia and Aleksei is foaming at the mouth at the profit potential.

The plan: there is no plan. Fantine has to get it out of Evensight Storage; a sperm bank situated right by the Battery Park Tunnel in Manhattan. A place barely anyone but a sad sack with an empty sack sees the inside of on a day to day basis.

Fortunately, there’s a storm coming; a potential distraction going by the name of Superstorm Sandy.

That’s not even the kicker. There’s more going on at Evensight than anyone knows. There’s no guarantee anyone involved in this mess is getting out alive, especially when Fantine finds herself face to face with the psychopath known as O Leiteiro—The Milkman—and the massive conspiracy that lies beneath the streets of New York City.

I’ve got a cover for you soon. Love it. Also love Down & Out. Hell, love them so much, they’re releasing my short story anthology, Meat City on Fire and Other Debacles, next year! More on that soon!

In the meantime, the next part of what I’ve deemed A Song of Piss & Vinegar, Blacky Jaguar Against The Cool Clux Cult!!!, is being beta read and is well into its sixth revision. This was a tough nut to crack for many reasons I may talk about closer to release. Needless to say, it’s some of what folks expect after reading The Fury of Blacky Jaguar, but heavily inspired by Walking Tall, Billy Jack, and recent events involving Black Lives Matter and the toxic underbelly of the internet.

Like I said, tough. Hopefully, not many people get pissed off.

That about does it for now. Check out my stories tab above if you’re interested in reading what I have out now. Lot of fun pieces floating around out there.

Be easy,

Angel