Jason McIntyre's Blog, page 12
February 16, 2011
Thank You Sony Readers!
Since September, my books and stories have been downloaded thousands of times. Many (most) have been freebies, but that doesn't change the fact that a whack of people have been reading and enjoying what I've been writing. As a writer whose job it is to entertain and inform and have people be satisfied with the book they've read, this thrills me. I'm filled with hope to keep producing
February 5, 2011
Help Support Local Charity for Abused Women
Here's what I'm doing: Until March 1st, my book, "On The Gathering Storm" is being sold at Amazon for 99 cents. Since the book deals with women's issues, and specifically violence towards women, ALL my profits from these sales will go to a local CHARITY FOR ABUSED WOMEN AND CHILDREN.
All of it. No question.
For the security of the women and children it benefits, the charity will not be named
All of it. No question.
For the security of the women and children it benefits, the charity will not be named
February 3, 2011
Something Borrowed, Something Blue
Well, the serial portion of THALO BLUE has come to an end. By the look of the stats, it was a raging success. The thirteen THALO posts garnered over 4,000 visits in December and January. I thank all of you for taking a look, sharing your comments and, well, reading the story as its beginnings began to unfold.
For those of you who are hooked, there are two ways to keep reading:
1. The book
For those of you who are hooked, there are two ways to keep reading:
1. The book
January 30, 2011
THALO BLUE #013
Three-thirty came so quickly. By then, on the overhead speakers inside the Ground's Edge, the Workman record had ended. Now it was The Dandy Warhols, telling him that he was Godless. He looked about the café and it was empty. Full of people, but empty.
Below him on the table's coffee-ringed surface, overturned with a straining and lined spine, was the black-faced book of poems. On its
Below him on the table's coffee-ringed surface, overturned with a straining and lined spine, was the black-faced book of poems. On its
January 28, 2011
Are Your Characters Playing Against Type?
When I decide on supporting characters to follow in a written story I do it the same way it's done in Hollywood for a TV show or a movie. I have casting calls in my head and then I do auditions.
Yes. To answer your next (and possibly only question), I am clinically insane.
They just haven't caught me yet.
Some writers relieve writing fatigue by trying different genre-bends or perhaps writing
Yes. To answer your next (and possibly only question), I am clinically insane.
They just haven't caught me yet.
Some writers relieve writing fatigue by trying different genre-bends or perhaps writing
January 27, 2011
THALO BLUE #012
IV. A Ticking Clock's Faithful Rhythm
"You're staring," she said, this girl of unparalleled beauty. There was a hint of a smile in her words. Her velvet eyes, green, had a glimmer of something that he found irresistible.
"Your eyes—I'm sorry. It's your eyes." Then he wanted to make her laugh full out, so he said: "My mother taught me to always look pretty girls in the eyes."
And she
"You're staring," she said, this girl of unparalleled beauty. There was a hint of a smile in her words. Her velvet eyes, green, had a glimmer of something that he found irresistible.
"Your eyes—I'm sorry. It's your eyes." Then he wanted to make her laugh full out, so he said: "My mother taught me to always look pretty girls in the eyes."
And she
January 26, 2011
Explaining 'Nestor Maronski' To My Two-Year Old
Maria Savva and I recently co-wrote a cracking little novella called "Cutting The Fat". You can pick it up today at Amazon for 99c. It's also floating around as a prize in a number of draws at places like www.bestsellerbound.com.
I won't spoil the plot, but essentially it's about a group of writers who attempt to get a bloody and gruesome revenge against a nasty book reviewer, one who has
I won't spoil the plot, but essentially it's about a group of writers who attempt to get a bloody and gruesome revenge against a nasty book reviewer, one who has
January 24, 2011
THALO BLUE #011
The night of Sebastion's first real kiss also became the first night he ever made love. He got up on the dirty wooden slats of the potting bench to join Vivian and they laid their clothes beneath them. The moth continued to flit and fuss in the fixture above, but nothing would have dissuaded them. No outside sounds or sights, save for the ones they traded across each other's bodies, intruded
January 20, 2011
THALO BLUE #010
Zeb did not see his kaleidoscope colors only, did not witness fancy shades that whirled like mingled carnival rides and nothing else. There was more than just his magnificent view of the alphabet, of those candy-shaded contours that held meaning separate from the words they built. He heard things too, saw shapes and felt shadows of pressure across his body when certain other senses were
January 17, 2011
THALO BLUE #009
III. Disquiet Philosophy
When Zeb was thirteen, he started seeing his Aunt Sicily quite regularly. That year Oliver the crow continued to make appearances every night at the window, Zeb brought a friend home after school for the first time, and Oliver, his father, began making it abundantly clear that the nick name, the one his mother had given him, should be outgrown.
Jackson Cavanaugh,
When Zeb was thirteen, he started seeing his Aunt Sicily quite regularly. That year Oliver the crow continued to make appearances every night at the window, Zeb brought a friend home after school for the first time, and Oliver, his father, began making it abundantly clear that the nick name, the one his mother had given him, should be outgrown.
Jackson Cavanaugh,
