I’ve always wanted to write and illustrate a graphic novel. But that would be a lot of work. Too much for someone as uninspired and unartistic as yours truly. So I figured why not give one of the AI machines … Continue reading Rainy Season, AI-Imagined
BOOK | FICTION | LITERARYTHE GRADUATE by Charles WebbRATING: ★ ★ ★ ★ When The Graduate, a book published in 1963 by recently deceased author Charles Webb, popped up as a Kindle Unlimited recommendation the other day, I thought to … Continue reading The Graduate by Charles Webb – A Review
A thread of mystery flows through the story. I think the author would shine writing thrillers full of secrets, crimes, and heart-pounding scenes. Brindley has a Navy SEAL vigilante title: The Good Kill. While I haven’t read that book, I’m sure the action is well done. Continue reading RAINY SEASON – A Review by Whispering Stories
So, I was thick into the development of the follow-up novel to THE GOOD KILL (any guesses what follow-up title will be?) when of a sudden it seemed like End Times had finally started to throw down with the Covid-19 pandemic and cult daddy trump’s horrific death-inducing response to it.
With the Killian Lebon storyline as dark and violent as it is, and with all the research into the real-life examples of darkness and violence it takes to bring it out fictionally, I just thought it best for my mental stability to shelve all the pretend mayhem for a while seeing how there was far too much of it going on within our apocalyptic twilight zone of a reality.
But of course I could not not write so I immediately began looking internally for a story that would be able to transport me away to a better place.
You just have to go on when it is worst and most helpless -there is only one thing to do with a novel [or anything important**] and that is go straight on through to the end of the damn thing. Ernest Hemingway to F. Scott Fitzgerald in a 1929 letter from France, courtesy the New York Times archive #alonetogetherwiththelostgeneration *Even though it says Straight On Through and not Break On Through, I wonder how many first thought of the Doors… **IMO Continue reading Straight On Through*
At least according to the Big Think article The Books You Read Really Make You Who You Are: “The takeaway from all [the studies] is that no matter the culture, humans are intimately attached to stories. They’re part of our makeup as a species. Stories can literally transport us into the mind and body of a character. They can move us toward empathy or action. Nothing has the power to inform, change our minds, unlock our potential, or transform us and our society in the most powerful and profound ways. Now, we’re starting to unlock the neuroscience behind this and … Continue reading We are what we… read?
The novel is not for the squeamish. You can’t tell this type of story without violence and blood. However, the action is so intense you must keep reading. Mr. Brindley excels at diving deep into the psyche of each character, setting up plotlines that intricately weave a cohesive story… Continue reading THE GOOD KILL – A Review by Gina Rae Mitchell
For years my barely read first novel INSIDE THE SKIN (formerly The Sea Trials of an Unfortunate Sailor) had been pegged at 15 meager but oh so appreciated and loved Amazon reader reviews… about However, as of today there are … Continue reading I’ve been got…
1977 He drove to a secluded, leafy spot, and looked at Cocoa covertly when they stopped. She patted her blonde wig, contrasting her chocolate skin, and popped her gum, pretending not to notice him pulling out a pair of nylons. Cocoa slammed his head against the steering wheel before he could act. He was out cold. Cocoa handcuffed him to the steering wheel. Vice arrested The Pantyhose Strangler. However, his car remains where he intended to assault and kill his fourth prostitute.
This abandoned car is oh, I don’t know, maybe a half mile or so from my humble yet lovely abode and it’s been parked right there for as long as I’ve lived in my said humble yet lovely abode, which has been oh, I don’t know, maybe eighteen years or so.
Every time I pass the beautiful, wabi-sabi of a relic on one of my walks, I always think to myself, I bet there’s a heck of story to go along with that thing…
And I also always tell myself that one of these days Ima gonna write my own story about it.