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An Alligator in the Basement

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Special thanks to Debbie McGowan for tagging me. Read her answers to the following questions at her blog, De-blog. She’s written a bunch of great books, all of which you can find at her web site, Beaten Track Publishing. Go get one and read it!

What am I working on?

Currently, I have resumed work on the fourth novel in my Richard Paladin series. These are quasi-espionage/thriller spoofs told in first person. I’ve been on hiatus from Paladin, though, finishing a few other projects. One is this year’s entry in Amazon’s Breakthrough Novel contest, a coming-of-age novel titled An Alligator in the Basement; it’s made it to the quarter-finals. I’ve also finished the draft of an international political satire titled A Feast of Famine, possibly my personal Confederacy of Dunces. Don’t worry, I’m not planning on having it published posthumously. Meanwhile, I made a short story called Sudden Addiction available for $.99 on Amazon. Interest so far has been, well, limited.

How does my work differ from others of the genre?

My Paladin series is about an assassin working for the U.S. Government. I think what make mine different from the slew of books out there in this genre is that I’m not trying to make a hero of Paladin. He’s blue-collar and enjoys his work. But the people he’s assigned to kill are often just pathetic losers who have made some government official’s life inconvenient. Sure, he realizes he’s not eliminating terrorists or other evildoers threatening to destroy the American way of life, but the pay’s pretty good and he excels at the work. My goal is to spin farces that are just real enough to make a few readers wonder just what governments really do in the name of national security.

How does my writing process work?

Sometimes I wonder if it does work. When I’m well into a project, I typically begin a writing session by rereading what I wrote the day before, then attempt to add about 1,000 words more. If I get stuck, I go back and read from the beginning. Each rereading session includes edits and rewrites. Obviously, this becomes more ponderous as the work grows. I don’t outline, although usually I begin with a vague idea where the plot is going. I know a work is coming along, though, if the characters take over and start driving the plot to odd places. During all this, of course, I’m trying to add texture to the characters until they become almost real. The characters are what drive my interest in any book I’m writing. Plots are secondary, although hopefully convoluted enough to keep readers guessing. And when I finish a draft manuscript, then it’s back through it two or three times before finding a tough beta reader or two. A word of advice on beta readers; whatever they find that they don’t like, change. No matter how much you like a scene, if it confuses or bothers one reader, it’s going to confuse or bother a lot more. Listening to beta readers always makes your writing stronger.

Why do I write what I do?

I like telling stories. Writing gives me the chance to do this to more than a few people I know. Since the stories I tell are always bent and usually have some basis in reality, in something I’ve observed or heard, it should be no surprise that what I write is the same.

I’m tagging J.P. Lane, mystery writer and author of The Tangled Web. Check out her shiny new blog here: http://authorjplane.blogspot.com/

You’re never too old to have one more adventure 

Brought to life by Steve Ferchaud’s vibrant drawings, this story for all ages by Dan O’Brien lets us know that it is never too late to have one more adventure. 

An Excerpt:

Robert Pendleton opened one eye as the light of a passing car flashed over the window, shattering the darkness into prisms. He rolled onto his back on the beat-up couch and yawned as he reached his hands up and rubbed his eyes unceremoniously. 

He looked out over the darkness at the digital clock. The red digits spelled out a quarter ‘til midnight––nearly fourteen hours of sleep. He smiled and grabbed one of the cushions of the couch, burying his head in it. Just enough sleep, he reminded himself. Robert felt that anything less than twelve hours of sleep was very nearly too little. 

He grasped blindly for the TV remote. 

Groaning as he lifted his head, he looked at the empty table––his eyes drawn by another flash of a passing car. He couldn’t see clearly, but he knew that the remote had been there before he had fallen asleep nearly half a day ago. 

“Could have sworn….” he mumbled as he pushed himself up and brushed his hand around the top of the table, finding nothing. “Where did….”

Another groan escaped his lips as he lifted his body to a sitting position and threw aside the cluster of pillows that he had gathered around himself. He reached out for the lamp, but instead knocked it to the floor with a resounding thud. 

Robert muttered as he stood up from the couch, and then sank to his knees to search around in the darkness for the fallen lamp. Reaching around on the shadowed floor, shards of the broken lamp scattered like pieces of light. 

He turned his head, peering beneath the large space underneath the couch and saw the reflection of the buttons on the remote. The off-gray piece of machinery was underneath the couch––only darkness lingered beyond it. He reached out as he spoke again. 

“How did it get all the way down there?” 

Robert flexed his hand and strained as he twisted his back to reach farther; yet, the remote remained just out of reach. He pulled his arm away with a huff and craned his neck to the side, staring underneath into the darkness below the couch. 

His eyes widened as he saw the impossible: there was something beyond the remote. He shook his head and closed his eyes, whispering to himself that he didn’t see what he thought he had.

“I saw a little man,” he whispered to himself as he opened his eyes once more and nearly gasped as he did so. 

The figure was closer now and he could make out the outline clearly. A tiny man rested just beyond the remote. 

“What in the name of…?”

“Not here in the name of nobody, laddie. I be a friend though,” crooned the miniscule figure as he interrupted Robert and stepped forward, placing a hand on the darkened and slick surface of the remote. 

A tam-o’-shanter crested his bright red hair, the shaggy mane blending perfectly into his equally crimson, neatly trimmed, beard. 

A billow of whitish smoke drifted from the long-stemmed pipe that he held clenched between his lips. 

Robert fell back and knocked aside the adjacent table. Rubbing his eyes, he spoke a single word: “Leprechaun.”

About the Author:

Dan O’Brien, founder and editor-in-chief of The Northern California Perspective, has written over 20 books––including the bestselling Bitten, which was featured on Conversations Book Club’s Top 100 novels of 2012. Before starting Amalgam, he was the senior editor and marketing director for an international magazine. In addition, he has spent over a decade in the publishing industry as a freelance editor. You can learn more about his literary and publishing consulting business by visiting his website at: www.amalgamconsulting.com. Contact him today to order copies of the book or have them stocked at your local bookstore. He can he reached by email at amalgamconsulting@gmail.com. 

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