Hey, from now until Halloween the excellent Candlewick Press is selling The Infects e-Book for a buck ninety-nine. Which is probably sixty cents too high, but still. And as part of the promotion, it will infect your Kindle with an ineradicable virus that swallows the code of all your unread novels and re-writes them as Elizabeth Wurtzel's Prozac Nation. Zombies and October are like peanut butter and jelly and spleens. You so can't afford not to jump on this opportunity.
I have a story in the new
London-based ebook anthology TRANSATLANTIC. It's available in the US through Oyster Books.
Really worth checking out, packed with great writing. Support the arts!
Hey, Wise Young Fool is a finalist for the Washington State Book Award. Very cool to be on a slate with books by Jess Walter, Ed Skoog, and Peter Bagge, not to mention pals Suzanne Selfors and Nicole Hardy. When do novels about punk rock ever win anything? Never, that's when. Still, being on the shortlist feels good. I'm gonna go to the ceremony and eat my bodyweight in skirt steak appetizers and spill a gallon of Prosecco in my lap and then clap like hell for whoever takes it home.
Cranked out of my gourd that the film rights to Going Nowhere Faster have been optioned by Canadian production company Hidden Light Films. A feature film based on the book is currently in development and slated for production in Summer 2016. Actually, I'm pretty relaxed about it. But it is cool.
Hey, cool mention for Wesley Payne in the Los Angeles Review of Books. It pays to be noir! Check it HERE.
Unfortunately, this is the only pic I have from last night's killer The Weeklings Live NYC! gig. It was a lot of fun, raised money for Housing Works Bookstore Cafe and generally gave a bunch of us an excuse to drink box wine, hawk rude sentences, and be in the same city at the same time. Huge appreciation to everyone who made it happen, especially Janet Steen and Jennifer Kabat, plus the beechwood smoked rack of talent that was Robert Burke Warren, Elissa Schappell, Nelly Reifler, and Diana Spechler. Wasn't it Voltaire who said "It is only in front of a microphone that I am truly alive"?