It’s been a long while since I did a blog post. I have been writing, completing work that I started decades ago. I take breaks, make a video, work on my audio books. A while back I was regularly publishing very short fiction I called Noises in the House. Did a few videos on some, and I have made another.
Titled, A few doors down, you can view it at any one of these three sites where I loaded it up:
The original story can be read by clicking right here.
It’s about someone who died in his house and nobody missed him until the smell….
Have a look or read, as time or interest dictate. – Vincent
Recently my newest fiction work, a collection of stories, Intimate Dialogues, was published.
Some of the stories included in the collection were published elsewhere. One such story, Ledge, was published by the extremely well-regarded online literary magazine, The Barcelona Review. To read, click here to read LEDGE.
If you like it, and want to read similar stories, go here to buy the book.
And I made a video you may have not seen for this book’s promotion. Watch Here.
Thanks. – Vincent
Well, news has it my next book is out. And there’s a video attached.
The collection of stories, Intimate Dialogues, was written over the last decade or so. I did not bother to keep score of what was written when, and how, or why. It began, as these things do, with writing one, then another, and so on, until something Chekhov once said about his stories entered my mind, and this is not an accurate quote, but a muddy recollection:
“I write briefly about large subjects.”
I embraced this idea, it brought coherency to these stories that were suddenly appearing, and so wrote, when the appropriate story idea appeared before me, with this in mind: writing briefly about some subjects, characters and situations that could have been, perhaps, rather longer.
Additionally, it was pointed out to me early in my writing life by an editor, that I possessed a talent few writer’s had, and that was the ability to develop characters and situations using only dialogue. The stories were all (for the most part) created with dialogue being the main narrative style.
Needing to get the stories going quickly, unexpected intimacy between disparate characters experiencing critical moments in their lives became a theme.
Lastly, I chose to employ the word dialogue rather than the shorter American usage dialog. I fancied the look of the word dialogue. There were more letters. Maybe because the stories are so compressed, I wanted a slightly uncompressed title.
Here’s a video that’s supposed to seduce you into buying the book.
Click on this sentence to see the video.
Also, additionally, in a hyper-marketing sort of way, click on this sentence to read some story excerpts or find where to buy the book.
That’s my story on these stories. Some stories have been published elsewhere, and I’ll post those now and then so you can have an opportunity to read, to taste, see if you might want to buy all their brothers and sisters contained in this collection.
So long for now, Vincent
My latest book, a collection of stories entitled INTIMATE DIALOGUES, is being released very shortly.
Several of the stories appearing in this collection have been previously published by online magazines. I’ll be posting some of them, so if you enjoy what you read, you might be tempted to order the whole collection (whether as printed book or ebook).
This one is the story that kickstarted the idea for the collection, which goes some years back (I’ll speak of this in the next blog posting).
Click here to read the story: Interruptions.
More news on this book very soon. Thanks for dropping by, Vincent
I mentioned recently my next book to see the light of life is Intimate Dialogues. Here’s the blurb I’m using to explain what readers can expect (a unavoidable commercial necessity).
Stories of people in confidential conversations. Dialogues between couples, whether two males, two females, male/female, old/young, couples, strangers, people and TVs or two dogs. On love, loss, hope, impropriety, friendship, death, anger, joy. Some are humorous, some fierce, most emotionally resonant. The talks occur in bars, in living rooms, in hospital waiting rooms, on building ledges, dentist chairs, therapists’ rooms, rest homes, usually face to face, rarely on phones. Always intimate.
I found myself by some ancient trees standing next to a cold waterfall. Someone had melted animal fat all over my feet. The word discovery had been penned on my right palm. In blue ink. I moved an inch and felt the swift movement of a tail behind me, something attached, and this was wholly new to me. On my left palm there was no writing. I returned slowly to my original inch. A violative vessel appeared from beneath the waterfall, many fierce black ancient muscled beasts thrusting from the bow, primed to gnaw. Elegant waves were raised up in the water by the emergent prow. These waves undulated toward me who stood on the shore fixed and immobile except for the occasional imprudent inch of movement. The vessel’s size increased as more of it emerged from the heavy never-ending fall of water. The waves it had created in the distance now finally reached the shore where I stood. They lapped up over the land, heading for my feet covered in animal fat. Hungry, acidic waves. I ran away not an inch.