Published! (UPDATE)

June 28, 2022

As we wait for the reported appearance of Cassidy Hutchinson, former aide to the nit-witted, nefarious Mark Meadows, to testify live before the Jan. 6 committee hearing, expected to start in about an hour, let’s jump on a personal subject for a second or two.
My recently self-published novel, “Brown-Eyed Girl With A Cold Corona,” and my weak-ass attempt to get the literary word out to the mass of no-longer-reading hold-in-hand books, an effort badly handicapped by sucking at self-marketing, a problem I’ve had since being born in late 1948. I’ve always felt shitty patting myself on the back. I’d rather someone ‘else‘ offer up praise, then there’s not much shame.

Now I know what I’ll do next — enlarge that image of the book. Done! A prime example of how I energize marketing. In reality, there’s a lot of help out there (like here, and here), but I’m slow to action, especially with that pat-on-the-back scenario.

The book’s Amazon/Kindle page is here.

If you’d like, my original post in March on finally getting published is here. The first draft was written during the summer of 1994, typed up eventually in ‘Comic Sans,’ a pre-self-marketing irony of script ‘inspired by comic book lettering‘ — then spend more than two decades in a cardboard box.

Anyway, if you can afford it, I’d appreciate a purchase of either the e-book, or the old-school paperback, hold-in-your-hand copy, and feel like you’re actually reading a ‘book.’
As maybe an enticement, this synopsis found at the Amazon/Kindle link:

Spring break mid-1990s in a small California beach town. A middle-aged man suffering a ‘mid-life crisis’ meets a young woman while out barhopping with a friend, and in less time than it takes for a few strokes of a Corona bottle, she creates an emotional whirlpool that will threaten his sanity. Yet will eventually lead to uncovering a murder.

Narrated in nearly-stream-of-consciousness by the man as he spends the next couple of days floating through a movable bubble of strange, but wondrous daydreams beyond his imagination, spiced by illusions of the young woman. Engulfed within those hallucinatory outings still churns the ‘crisis’ he is experiencing — divorce after a longtime marriage collapsed, then financial ruin, followed by guilt over not being there for his children, chaos made the worse by booze.

A mental state also intensified by his desire to creatively write again, dabbling even in poetry, a literary form he hadn’t messed with for near two decades. And also discovering he can cry too easily.
Instead of employment at a level with his age, his life’s work, and education, he’s chief night cook at a popular Italian pizzeria in Pismo Beach, an old, old guy compared to his way-youthful co-workers. However, he develops a knack for the phrase, ‘Yeah right,’ and the music of 4 Non Blondes.
Spring break at a pizza joint is beyond the concept of pandemonium, yet he handles the pressure, though, in a whining-like poise. Despite the restaurant getting slammed, and all the rush, disorder, and craziness that comes from it, the young woman makes two visionary visits, once playing out the scene at the bar — near-insane situations he conceals by playing dumb, which as it turns out, is quite easy.
Along with the cook’s job, he also occasionally prepares legal documents for his friend from the bar, a lawyer who’s reeling through a similar ‘crisis’ of divorce, and child guilt, who can’t seem to stay sober. In a short time, the two had developed an intense camaraderie of oddball misery — listening to their conversations one would think they were illiterate rednecks, cussing everything, and using the most-horrible grammar. Nonetheless, they’re ‘best buds,’ so in the words of the cook/writer’s 15-year-old daughter, with whom from time to time also shares a toke or two off a joint.

Two days following the meeting in the bar, and after a county courthouse visit to file a motion in a nasty divorce case, he encounters the young woman on the sidewalk, finds her to be much older in age, and too, carried a long-forgotten footnote tied to his distant past. A sensual trek through a seemingly hallucinogenic-like wormhole into a nostalgic neighborhood fabricated from a youthful, maybe more-secure time, generates an unraveling criminal scenario.
In like manner, he faces an abhorrent sacrifice in obtaining justice for that story.

A mystery is a mystery until it’s not. Visually written, “Brown-Eyed Girl With A Cold Corona” is a quick-paced exploration of life and love through the years, even beyond murder, with knowledge of the crime elucidated by the murder victim.

The House Jan. 6 committee hearing has started.
And once again, here we are…

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