Of singing rabbits and Indiana Jones: An Earth Day Retrospective

Earth Day, 1990: The 20th anniversary of the Earth Day celebration. It was kind of a big deal because the world wasn’t so eco-friendly or eco-smart back in those days, but we were starting to try a little harder, and making some progress. And at my high school, for some unknown reason, the Adults in Charge let me write and direct a series of short plays commemorating the occasion, and these were then (even more astonishing) performed before the entire student body.

I actually dusted off and tinkered with one of those plays several years later, and it was selected for performance as part of the Western Kentucky Playwrights Festival in Murray. It featured two teen boys, best friends since childhood, but polar opposites in personality, talking about how one boy had knocked up his girlfriend. There were liberal political statements galore in both the Earth Day, and later the Festival versions of that play. Most not particularly subtle, because well…I’m not. I wish I could find the script for it. Both times it was performed, the actors portraying the characters did great, as memory served, and really brought my story to life. That remains one of my proudest moments as a writer.

Then, of course, we had the “main show,” a satirical piece which, as memory serves, had a princess, a bunch of singing rabbits, a witty narrator who lipsynced Paul Simon’s “You Can Call Me Al”, and Indiana Jones, barreling onstage from the back of the packed auditorium to the blaring sound of the iconic theme music. Yeah, it didn’t make a lot of sense, and I probably violated all kinds of copyright laws. But the crowd enjoyed it. LOL, that, too, remains a pretty proud moment.

And that’s what why Earth Day always makes me smile.

On Self-Promotion

Oh my frickin God, THIS, YES: “PLEASE SHUT UP: WHY SELF-PROMOTION AS AN AUTHOR DOESN’T WORK.”

Look, I’m an author. I write books. I have books for sale. If you like my personality here, on FB, or in person, or you remember what a weird-ass goofball I was in high school/college/nursing school/OB-GYN office, etc., you might like my books.

If you like creepy shit, you might like my books.

If you like sexy shit, you might like my books.

I write creepy, sexy, weird, goofy shit, so if that sounds like something you’d like to see in a book, you might enjoy one of mine. So maybe this will inspire you to buy one. Hell, drop me a comment, send me a message, something – I’ll shoot you a free ebook copy of one. Or more.

Because if you get one for free, you might read it, and if you read it, you might like it, and if you like it, you might want to read more of my books, in which case, I’ve got plenty, so you might buy one. Or two, Or more. I’m flexible like that.

I’m a terrible pimp, however, even of my own books, so I don’t do much of it, and this is as hard-sell as I get anymore. Like I said, if you like what I have to say, you might like my books. So hit me up, I’ll send you one, and let’s dance.

Last of the Brethren Series now in progress

And so it begins – my WIP, “Darkness Falls,” is officially underway. It’s going to be Book 10 — and the conclusion — of the Brethren Series:

“It felt as though an earthquake shuddered through the room, the ground beneath the sprawling expanse of the Noble clan great house heaving along some hidden and heretofore unnoticed fault line. The bed shook as if seized between enormous, invisible hands, and, jarred from sleep, Lina sat up, her eyes flown wide, her legs tangled in a heap of blankets and sheets. The sensation of being in motion, the rough jostling of the mattress beneath her, lasted no more than seconds, but it was enough to startle her into bleary, bewildered consciousness—and scare the shit out of her in the process.”