Stephen Kozeniewski's Blog, page 84
October 16, 2013
The BRAINEATER JONES Saga...Day 3
Your mother ate my dog!
Not all of it...
BRAINEATER JONES is here, everybody! I know you've just been waiting for an excuse, so here is my, asking you, won't you kindly buy my book here? Or, if you prefer, you can purchase it on:
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
Kobo
iBookstore
Meanwhile, the blog tour (including a $5, $10, and $20 Amazon gift certificate as prizes) is still ongoing. Today's stops were:
I talk about how ancient Greece and spaghetti Westerns influenced the book on Wag the Fox
On A Knife and a Quill I give you the recipe for a delightful buttery zombie novel
Meanwhile, Jones keeps showing up in all sorts of unsanctioned places. Today, for instance he popped up on:
101 or Less as "The Best Zombie Noir Novel Ever"
GoodReads
October 15, 2013
Last Chance to Get BRAINEATER JONES for $2.99...
I'm coming to get you, Barbra...
Well, kids, it's day two of my "finally published" saga. BJ topped out around #17,000 in rank on Amazon yesterday (the lower the number the better) and made it to #15 on the Hot New Hard-Boiled Mystery list. If you want to help drive that number higher, click on the photo or here. Or, if you prefer, you can purchase it on:
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
Kobo
iBookstore
If you're buying an e-copy, make sure to nab it today! Prices go up from $2.99 to $5.99 starting Wednesday, 16 October.
Meanwhile, the blog tour (including a $5, $10, and $20 Amazon gift certificate as prizes) is still ongoing. Today's stop on the tour was:
A mini-interview (minterview?) and guest post on zombie dogs on BookHounds
Also, BRAINEATER JONES is burning up the interwebz! Today, he popped up in:
A 1950's hygiene video on The Dark Flibbertigibbet
October 14, 2013
BRAINEATER JONES Goes Live (Ha!) Today!
I'm heeeeeeere...
Well, it's official, kids! BRAINEATER JONES dropped today. And what a drop! To pick up your own copy, click on the photo or here. Or, if you prefer, you can purchase it on:
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
Kobo
iBookstore
I'd love it if you'd share my news!
This also kicks off the official beginning of my official blog tour, which has prizes up to a $20 Amazon Gift certificate! Today's stop on the tour were:
A 4-Star review from Big Al's Books and Pals
A guest post about wisdom teeth and zombies at The Official Bryan W. Alaspa Website
Also, BRAINEATER JONES is popping up all over the place on the internet! Here are some shout-outs that weren't part of the official tour:
An interview mostly about my memories of the army on Kate Scott Writes
A mention on Reaper's Reads
A shout-out on the Zombie Fiction Fanatic blog
October 8, 2013
October 1, 2013
September 30, 2013
Giveaway: 15 FREE e-Copies of BRAINEATER JONES
Hey, kids! Click here for a chance to win one of fifteen free e-copies of BRAINEATER JONES before its official release on October 14!
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September 11, 2013
My September 11 Memory
I suppose I shouldn't question anyone's method of grieving/coping/memorializing, but I'm not a big fan of memes in general or 9/11 memes specifically. They bring an unwarranted triteness to an occasion which ought to remain solemn. I wish instead of seeing so many retweeted and FB shared pictures of the New York skyline - pretty or striking though they may be - we would see more personal reminiscences. This is a day for remembering, and, let's be honest, we all have a memory of that day. But in any case, to try to put my money where my mouth is, here is my memory of September 11.
I started my sophomore year of college already with a vague idea that my German professor was a bit off his nut. We didn't so much learn German as we did a highly specialized argot useful only in describing the obscure peccadiloes of certain German sub-cultures that only he was interested in. One Tuesday morning I rolled out of bed a few minutes before class as I typically did, swung by Cygnets ...which was the short-order stand for our meal plan, and got a bite to eat for breakfast, which was really the only benefit of having a morning class. (I usually just slept through breakfast hours.) Knowing the professor's oddities as I did, I wasn't really surprised when he started jabbering something weird about a plane crash in the middle of a class ostensibly about modern German short literature. After class I asked someone - it may even have been my room-mate Josh - what the man had been going on about.
"Oh, yeah, that happened. A plane crashed into the World Trade Center. They're not sure if it was an accident or what."
It was all very surreal and it certainly sounded crazy, but then I stepped out into the Quad. (Yes, we called it "the Quad.") There was nary a hacky-sack or frisbee to be seen, and the usual hippie-dippie energy had been replaced with an almost electric combination of nerves and confusion.
"What's going on?" I yelled out to an acquaintance.
I wasn't surprised he was on the Quad. He was your consummate '60s flower child, ripped out of time and plopped down in the new millennium. I don't think I'd ever seen him in a state that couldn't have been called Lebowski-style relaxed. That's what made it so unnerving when he said,
"What's going on? We're at war, man. We're under attack."
When I finally got to a TV, I dropped to my knees like Darth Vader yelling, "No!" It was like my legs could no longer support me. And all in that instant I understood what my parents meant when they said they would always remember where they were when Kennedy was assassinated, just like my grandaparents had always remembered where they were when Pearl Harbor was bombed, and that it would happen to my generation, too.
I started my sophomore year of college already with a vague idea that my German professor was a bit off his nut. We didn't so much learn German as we did a highly specialized argot useful only in describing the obscure peccadiloes of certain German sub-cultures that only he was interested in. One Tuesday morning I rolled out of bed a few minutes before class as I typically did, swung by Cygnets ...which was the short-order stand for our meal plan, and got a bite to eat for breakfast, which was really the only benefit of having a morning class. (I usually just slept through breakfast hours.) Knowing the professor's oddities as I did, I wasn't really surprised when he started jabbering something weird about a plane crash in the middle of a class ostensibly about modern German short literature. After class I asked someone - it may even have been my room-mate Josh - what the man had been going on about.
"Oh, yeah, that happened. A plane crashed into the World Trade Center. They're not sure if it was an accident or what."
It was all very surreal and it certainly sounded crazy, but then I stepped out into the Quad. (Yes, we called it "the Quad.") There was nary a hacky-sack or frisbee to be seen, and the usual hippie-dippie energy had been replaced with an almost electric combination of nerves and confusion.
"What's going on?" I yelled out to an acquaintance.
I wasn't surprised he was on the Quad. He was your consummate '60s flower child, ripped out of time and plopped down in the new millennium. I don't think I'd ever seen him in a state that couldn't have been called Lebowski-style relaxed. That's what made it so unnerving when he said,
"What's going on? We're at war, man. We're under attack."
When I finally got to a TV, I dropped to my knees like Darth Vader yelling, "No!" It was like my legs could no longer support me. And all in that instant I understood what my parents meant when they said they would always remember where they were when Kennedy was assassinated, just like my grandaparents had always remembered where they were when Pearl Harbor was bombed, and that it would happen to my generation, too.
