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New Promotional Art Gallery Up At Matthewkeville.com!

Hey, all!

I’ve assembled all of the promotional art for my work into a single gallery over at matthewkeville.com, complete with links to the works themselves.

Check it out!

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I’m Back

Hey, all.  Sorry for the long radio silence.  Part of it was for personal reasons: while I was incommunicado, Red Molly and I got married and went on our honeymoon.  If you ever have the opportunity to vacation at Sandals Montego Bay, I highly recommend it.  The ocean is like bathwater, and the food and drinks are delicious.  There are dozens of activities, but you can just as easily do nothing.  Watch out for the incidentals, though – you might not believe your eyes when you look at the form for their laundry service, but it really does cost a couple bucks per garment.

Of course, one could argue that I wasn’t exactly chatty before that.  I’ve spent a great deal of this year trying to work out what the balance should be between this blog and my new site, and on the whole, this blog has lost out.

Going forward, that’s going to change.

You see, I was recently invited to become a contributor at My Trending Stories, a site that aims to “give the power back to the creatives”.  This looks like a big opportunity to get wider exposure, and it’s my writing at this blog that got it for me.

On a more pragmatic level, this blog continues to have more followers and pageviews than my new site, despite all my neglect.

So here’s what’s going to happen going forward: this blog is going to be my “premiere theatre”.  Reviews, articles, first drafts of fiction…all of that will appear here first (with that in mind, it seems like the place could use a bit of renovating.  Anyway…).  My Trending Stories will be the “second-run theatre” or “syndication”, if you will.  They explicitly stated in their invitation that I could use reprints from my blog, so that’s what I’m going to do.  Finally, my Author’s Website will be my archive and my bookstore.  The blog will be for announcing new releases, and there will be pages containing my reviews, writing theory essays, and other things I think should be saved permanently (blog posts both here and there when those go up).

And I’m going to start liking, sharing, and commenting on my friends’ posts again, which is something I should never have let go for so long.

Glad to be back – hope y’all are still with me.

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Free Giveaway

It’s opening day at The Grindhouse over at my primary site, and in honor of the occasion, I’m holding a free giveaway of both stories hosted on that page.

That’s right, both In the Make-Out Room and Prize Bucks are absolutely free for download now through Thursday!  And while you’re there, consider checking out the rest of the library as well.

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Dreams of the Boardwalk Part 3 of 5 up at Matthewkeville.com

Coney Island Boardwalk, Day to Night ™

Part 3 of Dreams of the Boardwalk is now up at matthewkeville.com!   Head on over for more of the story about teenage dreams, second chances, and the outpost on the City’s shining edge.

Careful, though!  This chapter is NSFW!  Our Heroine and Dream Boy finally get their night under the boardwalk.

An excerpt:

A few days later, I was back at Coney – running through the boardwalk night and headed from the West End to the amusement area.  The moon was full again, and there were fireworks exploding in the distance.

This time, I was wearing a black sundress with a pattern of white flowers – the perfect thing for a girl meeting her boyfriend for an evening of special romance…because tonight was the third reel.

(I was also wearing black half boots and a leather jacket that I knew was his, though I also knew that he would be wearing a jacket of his own when I saw him – my dreams just wouldn’t let me be less than badass, even when I was being all soft and frilly.)

As I approached the amusement area, I saw that my guess had been right.  This time, the Childs building was an amphitheatre, just as it was in the waking world, and there was a band playing inside.  I don’t know what band, but they were playing anthems of youth and joy and lowdown dirty goodtime teenage sexuality.

The crowd had spilled out of the amphitheatre, and were dancing on the boardwalk, under the streetlights.

(Watching them dance, I had the strangest…intuition?  Impression?  Presentiment?  Feeling?  They were all so young and strong and beautiful, but somehow I sensed that some of them had rode the planet around the Sun more times than I had.  Many more times.  Maybe it was because those whirling, stomping dancers were dressed in a spectrum of fashionable youth that went back to at least the Forties.  There were greasers, bobby socksers, hippies and punks.  People were done up in disco gear, heavy jewelry and big pants, Nineties earth tones, Eighties glam and Goth club gear.  And was that a zoot suit?  But how could that be?  This was just a dream, my dream.   They weren’t real.)

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I Could Use Some Advice

Hey, all.

I could use some advice for writing career going forward.  If you could head on over to my author’s website and check out the latest post, maybe leave a comment, I would appreciate it.

 

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Dreams of the Boardwalk Part 2 of 5 up at Matthewkeville.com

Coney Island Boardwalk, Day to Night ™

Part 2 of Dreams of the Boardwalk is now up at matthewkeville.com.  Head on over for more of the story about teenage dreams, second chances, and the outpost on the City’s shining edge.

An excerpt:

I surprised myself when I rolled out of bed.  I expected to be exhausted and sore (chafed thighs, aching joints, dehydration headache, the works), but instead I felt better than I had in at least fifteen years.  Also, I felt more rested and refreshed than I had since I was sixteen or so and got on the “too little sleep – not enough time to recover on weekends – make up the difference with caffeine” hamster wheel.  For a moment I was worried that I’d overslept, but a glance at my alarm clock dispelled that fear.  Besides, it didn’t feel like I’d overslept.  No headache, no crick in the neck, nada.

I couldn’t figure it out, and I didn’t have time to try.  The kid was out of the bathroom.  I hurried down the hall before somebody else could take it.

It was after I was done with my necessaries, when I was looking in the mirror, that I surprised myself again:

I looked different.  Not a lot…just enough that I couldn’t tell myself I was imagining things.  My crow’s feet and smile lines didn’t seem quite as deep as the last time I’d looked in a mirror, but that could’ve been anything from wishful thinking to…I don’t know…facial swelling.  My second chin, already much diminished by all the walking, was totally gone.  But like I said, that had been shrinking for some time.  Maybe walking more than twenty miles in the hot sun yesterday had been the coup de grace.

It was the hair that was inexplicable.

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Dreams of the Boardwalk Part 1 up at matthewkeville.com

Coney Island Boardwalk, Day to Night ™

Part 1 of a new story up at matthewkeville.com.  Check out the story about teenage dreams, second chances, and the outpost on the City’s shining edge.

An excerpt:

On impulse, I glanced at the nearest reflective surface – a bar window, as it happened – and saw myself as I’d always imagined in my old wish-dreams, complete with skintight jeans, high-heeled boots, spiky leather jacket, and my fiery red hair in a perfect Eighties mane of my own, the kind that was almost impossible to achieve without professional help, but it was perfect anyway. More than perfect.  Instead of being hard and rigid with hairspray, it was soft and wild and voluminous, the ideal that everyone strived for but no one ever really achieved.

(Also, my tits were perky and my ass was smooth and round and tight like they hadn’t been for decades, if ever.)

I looked like Tawny Kitaen in Here I Go Again.

I also looked eighteen.

 

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