Late in 2019, I announced that the release of Barrington Hills Vampire would be in Spring 2020. It ended up being the fall of 2020. Unfortunately, I must now announce that The Five False Suicides will not make my October 15th release date. I’m sure you could tell by the amount of blog silence (no pictures, chapter titles, etc.). However, I assure you it is going to be released this year–hopefully in November and worst case scenario in December. I guess that’s not worse case scenario. Worst case scenario would be Britney Spears hooking back up with Kevin Federline or Scary Movie 7. But my book will be out before the clock strikes on 2022.
I haven’t been very active with my blog. I will rectify that. There are plans for both this and my next book, but I won’t write about them until I think Suicides is down the pipeline, e.g., an author’s copy in the mail. As I near fifty, I am more and more of the opinion that people should talk less and do more. I am no exception. Unfortunately, this means I haven’t had much fun–no reading, no socializing, etc. I’ve been staring at a lot of screens all summer.
One thing I should be talking about is the next book. Right?
There is an unnamed (as far as I know) subgenre of mystery. Subgenre is too strong a word maybe. Here are the elements: It does not feature a detective, but the characters can do the job. They start getting picked off one by one, and at some point, the suspects/survivors can look into the surroundings (forest, suburb, village, carnival, whatever) and sense death creeping around. There’s often a clash of cynicism and small-town values. The worst usually happens. Bad people do bad things. Good people do bad things too, but they feel bad about them. That’s how I think of the book. But I can’t write that shit on the Amazon product description. I was going to dedicate the book to Fredric Brown, but it was probably more influenced by late-night readings of Paul Halter. There’s a curse and a witch and a serial killer and a locked-room murder and it’s got a prologue and an epilogue and just a touch of honkaku buried in the New England folksiness. But I can’t write that shit on the Amazon product description either. I don’t know how to sell this.
To my readership, I apologize for the late delivery date. Rest assured you will be satisfied with the final product.