Hello, Dear Readers,
It’s that time again—time for a new novel release. I am always excited, humbled, and apprehensive when one of my new books is about to drop—excited because, well, it’s exciting. Humbled, because when I think of all the wonderful, hard-working writers I know who publication has eluded, it’s very humbling to be one of the lucky ones who has the chance to have his work out there. Apprehensive, because, well, unless one is Stephan King or Freda McFadden, book sales are always hard to come by. To get someone to invest their hard-earned dollars and, more precisely, their time in reading one’s work is a lofty hope, indeed.
And so, submitted for your approval (yes, Twilight Zone reference is by design) is The Strange Case of Dandrige Crow. What a title. What a book. What a time I had writing it. If you’re familiar with my previous work, you will undoubtedly notice that what's missing here is my over-the-top, absurd humor. Fear not, there are some bizarre, dark comedic moments here. But this is more of a serious, creepy novel than my past work. Why? Certainly, this is not an attempt on the part of yours truly to be taken seriously (perish the thought!) or to gain greater commercial acceptance. You see, I do not “come up” with ideas for my books so much as the ideas come to me and demand to be written. As the late, great filmmaker David Lynch was fond of saying, he would “catch” an idea. The concept that the idea itself was a living, breathing organism. I wholeheartedly subscribe to this belief. And so, I “caught” the idea for this book, and respected it as it wanted to be birthed. And this one truly disturbed me as it unfolded.
An unsettling tale of Charlie Brubaker, whose comedy career is disrupted by the tragic death of his childhood friend, prompting a return to his hometown of Darnell, NY. What begins as a somber reunion with old acquaintances quickly takes a chilling turn when they unearth a video message left by their deceased friend. The message tells them to look in the basement. Here, the group lifts a tarp to find, tied to a chair, Crow, the man who tormented them as children. Odder still, Crow has not aged at all.
In conclusion, I hope that you, dear reader, find this book entertaining. After all, that is what I aim for.
It’s that time again—time for a new novel release. I am always excited, humbled, and apprehensive when one of my new books is about to drop—excited because, well, it’s exciting. Humbled, because when I think of all the wonderful, hard-working writers I know who publication has eluded, it’s very humbling to be one of the lucky ones who has the chance to have his work out there. Apprehensive, because, well, unless one is Stephan King or Freda McFadden, book sales are always hard to come by. To get someone to invest their hard-earned dollars and, more precisely, their time in reading one’s work is a lofty hope, indeed.
And so, submitted for your approval (yes, Twilight Zone reference is by design) is The Strange Case of Dandrige Crow. What a title. What a book. What a time I had writing it. If you’re familiar with my previous work, you will undoubtedly notice that what's missing here is my over-the-top, absurd humor. Fear not, there are some bizarre, dark comedic moments here. But this is more of a serious, creepy novel than my past work. Why? Certainly, this is not an attempt on the part of yours truly to be taken seriously (perish the thought!) or to gain greater commercial acceptance. You see, I do not “come up” with ideas for my books so much as the ideas come to me and demand to be written. As the late, great filmmaker David Lynch was fond of saying, he would “catch” an idea. The concept that the idea itself was a living, breathing organism. I wholeheartedly subscribe to this belief. And so, I “caught” the idea for this book, and respected it as it wanted to be birthed. And this one truly disturbed me as it unfolded.
An unsettling tale of Charlie Brubaker, whose comedy career is disrupted by the tragic death of his childhood friend, prompting a return to his hometown of Darnell, NY. What begins as a somber reunion with old acquaintances quickly takes a chilling turn when they unearth a video message left by their deceased friend. The message tells them to look in the basement. Here, the group lifts a tarp to find, tied to a chair, Crow, the man who tormented them as children. Odder still, Crow has not aged at all.
In conclusion, I hope that you, dear reader, find this book entertaining. After all, that is what I aim for.
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