Friday, March 17, 2017
I think my next novel’s back cover will read:
Read. I didn’t spend 600 hours on this thing because it’s crap.
There is an art to back cover copy, but – like ice sculpture – it’s better if someone else does it. I helped with the guest list when I got married, deciding who was cool and who not cool enough, and it’s not something I ever want to do again. It is one of the five reasons I stay married. Simmering my novel down to back cover copy is the same thing. Which of my preciously little notions is fun enough to make the cut?
I’ve arrived at this –
An assassin, a priest, and a schoolteacher walk into a secret nuclear power plant – to Edwin McCallum, detective by trade and artist by desire – there’s something wrong with this picture. He’s going to figure out what it is if it kills him. The Link Boy is the second novel set in the Freeworld, a post-government future, where there are no laws. Just bottom lines.
Let me know what you think.
Posted by Michael J. Martineck at 10:44 AM
Thursday, March 9, 2017
“This is a felony,” Max says.
“What?” I reply.
“A station that plays nothing but ads? Who listens to this?”
“This is a song.”
“How can I tell the difference. This is abuse. You could go to jail for this.”
I found Red Hot Chili Peppers on 107.7 Alt Buffalo. I wanted to show him there are ways to compromise. The rifts that divide us are not so deep.
Posted by Michael J. Martineck at 9:40 AM