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September 7, 2014

If you had told me last year IAST was going to win multiple awards, I might have fallen over laughing. Truth be told, it's a magnificent accomplishment. A true testament to the amount of hard work it takes to write a novel.

The process has been enlightening on many levels. The work continues to this very day. Blogging (almost never), tweeting (sometimes), and Facebook (trying not to be annoying) are my most valuable platforms.

It's hard not to be critical of my writing. You have all read my books, well most of you. Could you put yourself out there to be judged and ridiculed? Of course, your'e all tough, intellectual readers who all have the ability to write a story. What's your passion? What legacy will you leave on this planet when we are all long gone? I know this much, I will help anyone, just like so many people, complete strangers have helped me.

In a couple months, I will travel to Miami to receive my award among many in the literary community. Agents, publishers, fellow writers, nosy readers, and hopefully a hell of a lot of press. It will be the culmination of a dream I had a few years ago. One that keeps coming true.

P.S., many have inquired about the status of "Last In Town," it's coming but something is coming even sooner. A new story that just came to me a few days ago. It will be one of the first novella's I publish on Amazon only in e-book form for now. The story is called "Crown Cliff," and for my Lewisboro friends you may draw an instant comparison to "Castle Rock." All I'll say is maybe, just maybe. I plan on having it out soon. Thanks for reading and thanks for sharing. I truly am blessed to have a hardcore readership most writers can only dream about. Stay safe! -MarcMarc A. DiGiacomoIn A Small Town: A Small Town Series: Book OneBack In Town
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Published on September 07, 2014 15:25 • 87 views • Tags: in-a-small-town

July 25, 2014

What inspired me to write In A Small Town?
I always believed I had a book somewhere within my warped brain. Its one thing to have that feeling about yourself but to actually write that book is a story within itself. How do you motivate one’s self to follow through on a conceptualized idea? For me, I have three small children. Only my oldest will remember the late night/early morning calls from the police department notifying me of the latest crime to occur within our boundaries. He would watch his father leave with bright, wide opened eyes fully believing I would return as soon as I could. Truth be told; it was very difficult to leave him, but I had a job to do, a responsibility to others I was sworn to uphold.
When I retired from the police department after a string of back injuries and surgery, I needed to set a new course for myself. My back injury makes it difficult for me sometimes but it was just another challenge I needed to overcome. What started off as a memoir of a small town cop’s career quickly grew legs and became an organized crime thriller. I had a very unique police career working for such a small town; I wanted to emphasize to others even though I worked for a small town, big crime still happens and needs to be solved.
The encouragement I received from my oldest son was all I needed. His face upon seeing In A Small Town, was a priceless memory I will never forget. He’s only eleven, and will not be reading any of my books for quite some time, but his praise and reassurances have motivated me to write more. So, I write for my kids, and one day, when they read my books, they will know a little piece of their father is alive and well within those pages.In a Small Town
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Published on July 25, 2014 11:11 • 59 views • Tags: family, thriller, writing

June 17, 2014

It has been a while since I have written on my blog. The people in the know will tell you to blog often, but how does an author have the time to do all of this. Marketing your work and writing new material is a difficult challenge and I am no master at handling all of it. How does an independent author make it happen?
Well, hard work and dedication for one, and a lot of luck. Yes, you have to write a good book, preferably something that hasn't been done before. So, this brings me to the heart of this post. Back In Town has been released, and this is an exciting time. It's always fun to release a book. I didn't have an over the top launch for this book. I just pressed send and let it go.
Now, the real work begins, getting the word out. To be honest, it's a difficult task but what isn't hard these days. Just stay the course and spread the word. Back In TownMarc A. DiGiacomo
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Published on June 17, 2014 11:59 • 82 views • Tags: cop-humor, murder, new-crime-thriller, sex

November 22, 2013

This past week has been a journey into the unknown. I had never done a huge promotion before and was clueless as to how to go about it. This all changed when I found bookbub.com. According to their stats, by giving my book, In A Small Town away for free, the most downloads to expect in the thriller category would be in the 12,000 range. Of course, this was an approximate, and by no means did I think obtainable. As the numbers kept pouring in, only shock ensued. Well, at the end of the five days, I hit 73,700 downloads worldwide. I never thought my book would be viewed by that many potential readers. If you like it, tell someone, if you don't tell me why, I can only try my hardest to get better. I set a bar for myself with this book and don't plan on putting the next one out until it exceeds that level of quality. Last week at a signing, I was told by an author friend, not to think like that or you would drive yourself crazy. She's probably right but nonetheless, I am being diligent with the writing process. There is lots more to come, so stay tuned. Thanks for following, thanks for reading, and most of all, thanks for your support.
Marc A DiGiacomo
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Published on November 22, 2013 13:52 • 53 views • Tags: crime-thriller, detective, in-a-small-town, police-thriller, thriller

November 1, 2013

Halloween 2013 finally happened after two years of blizzards and hurricanes that ravaged the New York Metropolitan area. My three boys represented the holiday well in their costumes. Each costume reminded me how different they are from one another. As I stared at my youngest son in his realistic werewolf costume, his mischievous nature reminded me of myself 'back in the day.' I could only hope he wouldn't suffer the same fate as his 'old man' did, almost twenty-five year's ago. You see, Halloween was different when I was a kid. It wasn't about candy or those raisins that same lame house gave out every year. No, it was all about eggs and shaving cream on Mischief Night. It was always the night before Halloween that would inspire all of my friends to be good all week, in order to meet up for the times of our lives. Being mischievous was second nature to us kids especially in my neighborhood.
Since the statute of limitations has passed, I feel it is safe to talk about it. However, what transpired that cold night has left me scarred for life. I wake up sometimes because of the loud screams, "I got the fat one." These five words replay over and over inside my sleeping head every night. I can only hope by talking about this dreadful experience, I can save one young man from the embarrassment and hurt that lingers even to this very day. October 30, 1988, I was in eighth grade. Mischief night was always a huge night for us. It was the one night, we could pretend to be in the military. There were hand signals and salutes; it was the real deal. We all felt like Navy Seals on a secret mission to reek havoc on unsuspecting neighbors. It was the best time in our young lives.
As I walked up to a large group of younger kids on an unfamiliar block, there was talk within the group about 'egging' the house directly behind us. I had no idea who owned this home or what the target kids name was at the time. Nor did I know this kid was picked on every day of his childhood. So the eggs were launched before I knew what was going on and kids took off in all directions. As the dozen eggs rained down on this house, the bushes in front started moving as the young boy's father was lurking in the front yard. This house was more prepared than we were, I started running and chose the worst path possible. I ran uphill. Now, I left out a little fact, I wasn't the smallest or most nimble kid within the group. I was the biggest in width only. The uphill climb had me wheezing within seconds. The only thing that kept my legs moving was the sounds coming from behind me. The kid's father was hot on my tail and was on a walkie talkie, advising his wife to call the cops, cause, "I got the fat one." Needless to say, I was busted. I ran as far as I could, the cops were called, and I had my first and only juvenile incident. Looking back, because of how the father called me "fat' I wish I had an egg shooter. I would have yoked that house up with eggs a plenty. But, now that I am a Dad, I can see the father's point of view. How much could you take watching your son be tormented on a daily basis? Although, this was my first interaction with this family, it wouldn't be my last. Years later, I became very friendly with that kid. We even worked together as cops later on in my career. We joke about that night till this very day. I am over being called "fat", and you know what, I deserved it. The best time to learn these lessons are when your young. I know I will tell my kids this story as they get older. They have seen those pictures of me from 'back in the day' I can only hope they never hear the screams of someone's father in the night, yelling, "I got the fat one." Lesson learned!
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Published on November 01, 2013 09:50 • 104 views

October 3, 2013

Autumn in New York:
I thought long and hard about what I would write for my next blog post. So I decided to write about my favorite time of year. There is nothing like autumn in New York. One of the first signs of the weather breaking is the cooler mornings. Lola (my little dog) is an aggressive pooch who wants to do what she wants to do. Heck, what little dog doesn’t have issues? She wakes me first thing in the morning with a silent stare. It’s amazing to me, how an unconscious person can sense a long, determined look from across the bed. Of course, she wins, and I stagger outside in shorts and a tee shirt, only to discover, fall is upon us. Yes! I can retire my stinky boat shoes for another year.
For me, the leaves falling back to earth is just an awesome sight. Also, watching the deer’s fur change to a darker brown, all the while fattening up on my shrubs, is another homeowner pleasing fall spectacle. But, payback is a ---ch! The hunting season is almost upon us here in Westchester County, so it could be a last meal for these deer. Who am I to judge them with the stress they have of being hunted?
Another delightful moment of fall is the never ending doughnut runs at my local apple orchard. The next few Saturday mornings will consist of me pretending to “take the dog for a run,” and head over to Salinger’s Orchard for a fresh doughnut, coffee and whatever else I can stuff into me. Of course, I could bring the kids, but it’s not the same. They don’t really appreciate savoring the moment when the warm doughnut enters your mouth, and the licking of sugar off your lips that occur thereafter. Besides, they will destroy the interior of my car with all those crumbs. I try to keep the “man-van,” as clean as possible.
Yep, this is the season for apples, pies, football, nature walks, Halloween, apple cider, and fresh donuts. I am self-less the other three seasons of the year, so why not indulge for myself just this one time. Before long, winter will be upon us in all its whiteness. You know what that means. No more pretty leaves, no more warm donuts and cider, the deer disappear or end up in a freezer, ugh, and that damn oil truck is back. There goes the kid’s college fund, straight up the boiler exhaust pipe.
No worries, we will have our fresh orchard donuts again, the cycle will repeat itself. We will just have to wait for them, but there’s always Dunkin Donuts to fall back on.
Marc A. DiGiacomo
In a Small Town
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Published on October 03, 2013 16:49 • 106 views • Tags: donuts, fall-new-york

September 20, 2013

What bothers me about crime fiction?

By Marc DiGiacomo

Lots of things, but for starters, there is no such thing as a gun clip. There are hair clips, paper clips, even horse clips, but there are no clips for guns. A magazine is the correct term to describe the bullet holder that enters the magazine well of a firearm. I cannot tell you how annoying this term is to a trained professional police officer or military personnel. It ranks amongst the worst incorrect descriptions for an inanimate object. Our nation's leaders have all used this lingo inaccurately to describe gun magazines. But it’s not just them, others are guilty of this word misuse who should know better. Writers are investigators, they research a topic for correct information yet somehow it doesn’t end up accurately portrayed in their novels.

I often read crime stories by the most famous authors with great anticipation only to feel let down when I read something that is completely false. I understand the task of taking your reader on a journey throughout the book but not sticking to accurate police procedures absolutely annoys me. The story can still be exhilarating for the reader without injecting “Hollywood” nonsense into the story line. I really enjoy a good cop movie or show but can’t stand when the actor/actress pulls out their weapon with a finger already on the trigger. This is not how real cops do it. Or walking into a bloody crime scene with no paper booties on the bottom of their shoes, instantly contaminating a crime scene. This is not how the professionals do it, and this is not the way authors should write it.

A properly informed reader will appreciate the law enforcement community even more for their service and maybe it will interest someone into choosing police work as a profession. The world will always need good people to become police officers and authors need to portray this heroic job as accurately as possible for the betterment of everyone.

I write what I know based on my experience and training. Since I’ve been retired I always confer with my colleagues when I am not sure about specifics, besides they are good for new ideas especially since no two police calls are alike. Sure there are similarities but never does the same exact situation occur twice. This is one of the reasons I became a cop. The rush of adrenaline you experience responding to a high level call is second to none. Slapping handcuffs on someone who caused harm to the innocent is exhilarating. You really feel proud of your accomplishments, and that next promotion is always around the corner. For me personally, all I ever wanted was to become a detective. That reality came to fruition and the investigations I was assigned to were everything I could have hoped for and more. My superiors never let our town be victimized without justice. These were the best days of my life. But now they are just memories that pave the way for my novels.

So the next time you read a crime novel, pay attention to the author’s descriptions of police tactics. Watch how they describe investigating a crime scene. Are they wearing gloves while handling evidence? You can learn a lot from a book but let’s write police work as truthfully as possible.In a Small Town
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Published on September 20, 2013 13:24 • 199 views • Tags: in-a-small-town, marc-a-digiacomo, police-procedural, thriller