Chad Eagleton's Blog, page 34

What's Your Anger Mean? Anything?

When word broke that a project called Above the Game: A Guide to Getting Awesome with Women, a seduction guide with advice that constitutes harassment and rape, was about to pull in over $16,000 ($14,000 over its fundraising goal) the internet erupted into righteous fury.
I don’t know about you but all my social media was full of outrage. Almost as soon as they heard about it, people condemned it on Facebook, Google+, and Twitter. People were writing blogpost after blogpost.
Kickstarter panicke...

Referral Contest

Okay, not much time left on the Hoods campaign. So here’s the deal--
REFERRAL CONTEST:
As long as you're logged in with your Indiegogo account, the campaign page gives YOU a specific link that I can track back to YOU.
Or, if you don't have an Indiegogo account, when you make a donation, for as little as a dollar, then the site gives YOU a special link that I can track back to YOU.
So, start sharing.
Once the campaign is over, then I'll take a look at the dashboard. Whoever draws the most people to...

Couple of Things

Sabrina Ogden was kind enough to let me ramble about my story in Feeding Kate. You can check that out right here, if you haven’t already.
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Photograph by: JR Madrasto.The campaign for Hoods, Hot Rods, and Hellcats is still cruising along. You can visit it and donate here, and check out my short interview by Paul Brazill here.

Hoods, Hot Rods, and Hellcats Campaign

The Indiegogo campaign for Hoods, Hot Rods, and Hellcats is live! Pay it a visit for no other reason than to assuage your curiousity about what my voice sounds like.
The SkinnyHoods, Hot Rods, And Hellcats is an anthology of original crime fiction set in Postwar America, the era that gave birth to our consumer driven culture. For the emergent superpower, a good consumer was a patriot. Dollars bought "happiness" and undermined the diabolical Red menace. Even more than that, a good con...

Suffering

My parents.
Friday night when I got home from work, my Mom called. I answered the phone and she told me that my dad had been in the hospital with double-pneumonia since Wednesday. Once admitted, the doctors also determined that he has congestive heart failure and had to perform surgery to place a stint. They also confirmed what we already knew--that he was in the first stages of Alzheimer's.
We talked for a moment. She said he was okay right now, and the reason she didn’t call was she didn’t wa...

Sweet The Small Stuff

When people learn you’re a writer, they always assume that you have perfect grammar and expert spelling skills. I think I’m okay with both but wouldn’t use the words perfect or expert to refer to either. I have too many hang-ups and weird mental blocks.
For example, let's take the words sweet and sweat. Easy to mix up when you’re typing and the words are coming quick. They’re up there with a word like, well, their. It’s why you learn not to trust spellcheck. However, for me, sweet and sweat a...

Once More Against The Tyranny Of My Thoughts

Burial

I haven’t been reading as much as I used to. My time is devoured by an increasingly busy day job, the lovely wife’s health issues, and making time to write. What’s left usually goes to either sleep or brain shut-down in front of the television set. When I have sat down to read, my patience is thin. Doorstop thrillers or fantasy novels are a no-go. A writer has a short window to grab me with something before I put down the book. Assuming the writer can pull that off, next comes the true test:...

Doctor Who

Doctor Who is nearing its 50th Anniversary. I’ve been a fan of the show for quite some time, maybe not a half century but a long time. My local PBS station ran “Classic Doctor Who” episodes in order when I was a kid. The first Doctor I saw was Jon Pertwee as the Third: grounded on Earth by the ruling council of Time Lords, wearing his dandy clothes, practicing Venusian Aikido (or Karate depending on the episode), and cruising the streets in that terrible Whomobile. I watched the original ser...

Killer Diller and My First Fistfight

Killer Diller
A couple of Sundays ago, our dog Killer got sick. He seemed fine in the morning going through his usual routine, but as the day went on, it was obvious there was something wrong with him. He wanted to do nothing except sleep. He didn’t want to be petted anywhere but his head and even then he’d jerk it to the side when you raised your hand. He had trouble sitting or standing up. When it was time for his food, I had to carry him into the kitchen and stand him by his bowl; his jaw m...