A collection of short stories where the humour runs dark and the slipstream bubbles up.
...imagine if Raymond Carver called up George Saunders and Joe Lansdale, and they all went drinking with Neil Gaiman.
“… it's clear that Terlson is way ahead of the curve in terms of crafting an engaging premise that reaches for elevated territory and reinvents enduring archetypes of action and suspense.” J. Schoenfelder
"Sometimes brutal, often demanding and always complex, this novel will repay the reader who likes their assumptions challenged and is happy to walk away from a book with minor questions unanswered but the big ones definitely dealt with! It’s likely to satisfy those who enjoy Hammet and/or Philip K Dick and who like their fiction very noir indeed." Kay Sexton
"I love a novel that you can't put down, and this is one of them." L. Cihlar
Kinda absent at the old blog here - spending all my writing time editing the new novel. Someone made the comment recently that it must be like writing a thesis.
Yeah, but even more so because I have to interest people in reading it (bam - sorry about that).
I'll keep you posted.
Just as a follow up to the post below... I did actually squeak another win in the Oscar Pool - going 15/24. A few twists and turns messed me up (Stallone??? What happened?). I went back and forth on the Best Pic, between Spotlight and the Leo show.
But somehow, I edge out the group that was at 14 - and went home with the lunch money.
One of these years I need to put real money down, in Vegas, or wherever they take those bets. Right. And that will be the year I get nothing.
Thought the show was really tight, and Rock rocked, as did Louis CK. A lot of movies I need to go see, and a new found appreciation of Lady Gaga (another wtf was the sad James Bond song winning).
Until next year.
Been away from the blog for a bit, jumping back in for my annual Oscar picks. I've been known to win this pool (a lot) so the pressure is always high. I haven't seen as many films this year, but as I've come to understand, that doesn't really matter.
So let's see...
The Revenant - cuz Leo, and Bear sex, and lotsa hype
Leo is a lock for Best Actor in Revenant.
Brie Larson, "Room" Best Actress
Sylvester Stallone, "Creed" Supporting Actor (another lock)
Kate Winslet, "Steve Jobs" Supporting Actress - this is an iffy one.
Alejandro G. Iñárritu, "The Revenant"
Writing (the most important one)
Original - Spotlight (Wild card: could be, Inside Out - not because it is the best, just cuz)
Adapted - The Big Short - it better, because it is the movie of the year
Inside Out (duh)
Don Hertzfeldt’s minimalist masterpiece “World of Tomorrow" (so says my son)
Son of Saul
Amy (a fave in the media) - though I really liked What Happened Miss Simone)
Body Team 12 (complete guess - ebola - so yeah, probably that)
Live Action Short
Shok - another guess
Revenant - more pretty pictures of Leo and Bear in love
Cinderella - because, uh, Cinderella
Big Short (cuz I loved it) (Mad Max could pick up here though)
Mad Max starts the sweep here
Ennio for Hateful Eight (about time)
Gaga - and I don't even know the song - but she will win. Cuz: Gaga
Mad Max (Sorry Star Wars, but no)
Place your bets... and good luck in your pool.
When do you know if you reached a plateau? Better yet, when you've crossed one (risen above... jumped... what do you do to get over those suckers?)
For a chunk of time longer than I'd like to think about, I've been feeling stuck in my writing. Part of that has been the finishing of one larger project (Surf City), and waiting for another to emerge. Those others being either continuing work on another Luke Fisher novel, or returning to the big bad literary novel in the wings (B.B.L.N.).
Many glasses of red wine and way to many hours on social media, I figured a way to unstick myself - because my plateau was part quicksand... the bad stuff, like on Gilligan's Island. The solution: return to short stories. Huh, wha?
The thing that got me there was listening to a ton of interviews of George Saunders, Karen Russell, Jonathan Franzen, Don Delillo, TC Boyle, and many others... shit, almost forgot RICHARD FORD (he gets all caps).
When I listened to them talk about their writing, their reading, and really just their life, the inspiration starts bubbling in me like a pot of dark brew. It's mysterious, burbly, intoxicating, and totally what I want.
I've always loved the short story form, but had strayed away while I worked on novels. I got a chance to revisit this passion in the form of the NYC Midnight Short Story Challenge. I'll say more about that contest in another post (if you follow or friend me on twitter or facebook, you already know about this.)
But suffice to say, I wrote a story that I'm really happy with. I can't put my finger on it, but there was something in this one that was different, more true maybe (a weird, but true way to put it.) Pop over to Terlson Fiction on the menu bar if you'd like to read it. It is only up there for a limited time.
If I make it to the 2nd round of the contest, I'll be deeply embroiled in another story (for three days anyway - the deadline for the 2nd round. 1st round you got 8 days). I feel like this is warming my engine to jump back into the B.B.L.N.
As always, more to come.