Write What You Know, Y’all
“Write what you know.” If there were ever a piece of overblown advice or a piece of advice regularly taken too literally,
The Sequel: A Long Road to Book 2
There’s talk of making a sequel to Blade Runner, a film that debuted in 1982. That’s a long time between the original and the follow up, and sometimes it felt like it would take 34 years for the sequel to The Devil Doesn’t Want Me to arrive, even though I wrote it over 4 years ago.
You see, I wrote the second book in the Lars and Shaine saga right on the heels of selling the first book. I quite liked it, called it When The Devil Comes To Call, and submitted it
Shakedown of the CIA in Books and Movies
Nearly every big spy novel and movie in existence has been based on the tired formula of black vs white, the good guys save the world against the terrorists, moles, and evil enemy nation. I personally have limited interest in reading books in which a simplistic glorious CIA saves the day, or a rogue agent (in a good agency) goes bad.
Since I’ve studied the CIA in-depth all my adult life, I want to see more narratives, such as the very popular Barry Eisler’s books, like Inside Out, which
It was a typical wet dreary Irish day. I was flailing about my office trying to peal off sodden running gear (not as easy a task as one might expect). Archer, my trusty – also wet – GSD, was staring at his empty food
Women’s Humanity in Crime Fiction
The issue of keeping women human in the crime genre is one that I’ll wrestle with probably for the duration of my career. Writing Texas, Hold Your Queens challenged me to do it in the most difficult situation: taking an unidentifiable female victim of rape and homicide with a life and personality unknowable to the reader, and making her more than just a catalyst for the protagonists’ story.
Too often in crime fiction, women are props, one-dimensional characters limited to the roles of sex object and violence object. They exist only in relation to men: the men who kill them, the men who
Wake From Death and Return to Life
Ever had a character you’ve channeled that it hurt to let go? Once I finished writing One Hundred Years of Vicissitude in 2012, that was how I felt about Kohana, one half of identical twin geisha born on the first day of the Great Depression in 1929. I pulled an all-nighter to complete copy-editing, sent the finished thing to my publishers Perfect Edge Books, lay down – and dreamed about the woman.
She’s been hovering (on precarious geta clogs) in the peripheral
A Lot of the Story Left to Tell
A week from today, December Boys,
My Journey With Hard Times
Elizabeth has given me a wonderful opportunity to appear on her blog, and she told me I could talk about anything I wanted to except I wasn’t to even mention a certain basketball player who I won’t name, but whose initials are Stephen Curry… So, I won’t.
I thought this might be a good opportunity to talk about
As much as Detective Mike Lomax really doesn’t want to undergo his prostate exam, finding himself in the middle of an active shooter situation is not the way he’d have preferred to get out of it. Yet, in perhaps the ultimate case of being in the wrong place at the right time, Lomax springs from the exam table and responds, complete with ass hanging out of a flimsy exam gown, to the unmistakable sound of shotgun fire in the medical office complex where his doctor is located.
He arrives just in time to witness the shooter kill himself while standing over the body of the doctor he’s gunned down. Investigation reveals the shooter, Cal Bernstein, was terminally ill with a brain tumor, and though there was no connection between him and his victim, a fertility doctor, it still seems like an open and shut case.
That is until a
Two young hustlers, caught in an endless cycle of addiction and prostitution, decide to blackmail an elderly client of theirs. Donny and Big Rich want to film Gabriel Thaxton with their cell phones during a sexual act and put the video up on YouTube. Little do they know, the man they’ve chosen, a high-profile San Francisco defense attorney, is already being blackmailed by someone more sinister: an ex-client of the lawyer’s. A murderous speed freak named Dustin has already permeated the attorney’s life and Dustin has plans for the old man. The lawyer calls upon an old biker for help and they begin a violent race to suppress his deadly secret.
I reviewed the book when it first dropped, and here’s a taste of that:
Author Tom Pitts pulls no punches, uses no filters, and offers no apologies or excuses for the behavior of the people who inhabit the world of Hustle. The result is a strikingly stark, in no