Looking back over my book Hardboil High: Freshman

Several years ago, almost eight, I spent 2 days in my family's cabin on the lake writing the next, great American novel. Sounds like a horror film, right? Well, nothing scary happened, except for a lot of cabin fever. But not that kind of cabin fever. What I did do was pretty much what I... Continue Reading →

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UPDATES: HH, Myrna and Cafe de Mort

So, yeah, I haven't been posting a lot of work lately. Part of that is because I haven't been writing a lot lately, and the other part is that I've been outlining a lot.Hardboil HighLast summer I managed to bleed out the first draft manuscript of Hardboil High: Freshman. Since then, I've mostly stewed over... Continue Reading →

Hardboil High: Chapter 1

It was the first day of classes, the start of a new year.  But really it just felt like an extension of the ongoing surrealism that was the life and times of the Masterson home life.  Mercedes stood staring at her skinny figure in the mirror.  She had just slipped into the usual white T-shirt... Continue Reading →

Hardboil High: Auschwitz

Mercedes and Vega were doing what they normally did in their sixth hour class, Pre-Algebra with Mrs. Braxton; they were passing notes back and forth. They’d start with one sheet of paper and jot a note, then pass it on and jot a response, and then it would pass back. It started off with Vega... Continue Reading →

Hardboil High: Paint it Black

If the computer hadn’t been in the living room, Mercedes would probably spend most week nights in her bedroom alone. At the age of 14, she didn’t much mix well with her older brother Johnny anymore, and she regarded her mom as weak and stupid. She used to get along fine with her dad, but... Continue Reading →

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