“Interview with Joseph Carrabis” now on Lily Iona Mackenzie’s Blog

Here’s a sample of author Joseph Carrabis’ wonderful wit that comes through in my interview with him: Where do your characters come from?
Toledo. I have an apartment building there and rent out rooms to them. They come, stay a while, then move on. I’s a good deal because the rent’s cheap and I change their names before writing them into stories.

Lily Iona Mackenzie puts me to task with questions ranging from where characters come from to why I write to dealing with speling erorrs.

Get the whole story now on Lily Iona Mackenzie’s blog

(and thanks to Lily for interviewing me)

“Author Feature The Augmented Man by Joseph Carrabis” now on WorkingTitleBlogspot

The Augmented Man by Joseph Carrabis is based on Joseph’s research into helping traumatized children and combat PTSD sufferers to heal. It’s a sci-fi military thriller set in the near future.

I answered three questions for WorkingTitleBlogSpot:

  • Is it important to include all shades of belief and sexual orientation in a book?
  • What is worse? Ignorance or stupidity?
  • Do you have any marketing tips for fellow writers?

(and I had a good time doing it!)
Get the whole story now on WorkingTitleBlogSpot

(and thanks to WorkingTitleBlogSpot for interviewing me)

“Q & A with Joseph Carrabis” now on Matthew Stern’s Blog

One benefit of social media is you meet some wonderful people. One of them is author Joseph Carrabis. He has been everything from a long-haul trucker to a chief research scientist. He has taught internationally at the university level; holds patents in a base, disruptive technology; created a company that grew from his basement to offices in four countries; and helped companies varying in size from mom-and-pops to Fortune 500 companies develop their marketing. Most of this bored him. But give him a pen and paper or a keyboard and he’s off writing, which is what he does full-time now.

Get the whole story now on Matthew Arnold Stern’s blog

(and thanks to Matthew for interviewing me)

Search Chapter 3 – Tuesday, 2 October 73

Search is loosely based on a real incident. The incident remains, the story is greatly different.

Enjoy. And remember, it’s still a work in progress. These chapters are rough drafts. I’ve completed twenty chapters so far and it seems I’ll complete the novel this time. We’ll see.

Read Search Chapter 2


 

Search Chapter 3 – Tuesday, 2 October 73

Todd shook out the double-bed sheet and reached up into the oak’s lower branches. Behind him the Kennebec River’s lower rapids splashed. He wrapped the sheet’s end over the limb and clothespinned it so the sheet fell open like a film projector screen. He stepped back, making sure it was secure, then turned and trampled a path through fallen leaves and brush to the river, making sure the bed sheet could be clearly seen.

He shook a spray can and sprayed a barely noticeable “2” on the sheet. Leaves rustled at ground level and he lowered the can.

“What’d you do with the boys, Andersen?”

“Sergeant Dyksta, how good of you to come. What boys?”

“Don’t bullshit me, you sick fuck. The Thompson boys. What’d you do with them?”

“Not a thing. Has something happened to them?”

“You drive the Hershey highway with Dave LaVerne, don’t you?”

“Why whatever do what you mean, Sergeant Dykstra?”

Dykstra’s hand went to his nightstick.

“Oh, Sergeant Dykstra. I had no idea you were into brutality. Doesn’t surprise me, though. I’ve seen your wife. Or wait. No, that would be bestiality, wouldn’t it?”

Dykstra pulled his nightstick. “I’m gonna – ”

“Not get paid? Whatever you do to me, make sure you don’t hurt my hands. It’d be horrible if I couldn’t hand you your take every week, don’t you think? How could you afford that pretty little lady up in Bangor you visit twice a week?”

Dykstra’s grip weakened. The nightstick slid back into its belt ring. “How do you know about that?”

“I know about that because I, unlike you, make it a point to know everything I can about the people I do business with.”

“What are you doing with those sheets?”

“Making highway markers. Wouldn’t you like to help?”

Dykstra turned and walked up the path from the river to the picnic area.

“Don’t go to far, Sergeant. You can help me put the rest of these up along both sides of the river.”

Dykstra paused, his back to Andersen, and clenched his fists.

“Beat me if you must, but do it with a smile, that way I know we’re both getting pleasure out of it.”


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The Girls (and a Boy) Are Back

I am five months behind in posting videos. This video is from mid-November 2020. Covid raged for nine months officially, about a year unofficially.

We’ve never been social. Friendly, yes. Social, no.

Except with The Wild.

One can easily be social with The Wild. Live near it, you have no choice.

Friendly? That’s another issue.

We may like to believe Nature is friendly. People who believe such have never spent time in it. Deeply in it.

I enjoy Nature. Love it, is probably more accurate. I do what I can to protect it.

And I know Nature is the ultimate egalitarian. It favors no one. You might make a case for Nature favoring the strong but one must ask “How are we defining strength?”

Numerical superiority?

Big brains?

Big muscles?

Big teeth?

Or, in this case on this day, lots of beaks?