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Free Stuff!

In a blatant attempt to get people interested in The Blue Silence: Murder New Orleans Style, I’m posting forensic scientist Sean McKinney’s first adventure, A Trace of Gold, on Wattpad. The first six chapters are up. I’ll post the rest, three at a time, over the coming weeks. You can read them at

And, to sweeten the deal, I’m putting the audiobook version of Kiddieland and other misfortunes up on Soundcloud. The first two stories are up. You can listen to them at

To quote my favorite promoter, Stan Lee, “Excelsior!”

Scrooge’s Moment of Satori

“I don’t know what to do!” cried Scrooge, laughing and crying in the same breath; and making a perfect Laocoon of himself with his stockings.  “I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a schoolboy.  I am as giddy as a drunken man.  A merry Christmas to everybody!  A happy New Year to all the world!”

Practical Self-Defense Workshop For Women

Flowing DragonOne Key Yoga is hosting a self-defense workshop for women over four consecutive Sundays in October. This class is designed specifically for women who want practical and effective self-defense skills. We start with how to avoid conflict and then move to self-defense techniques to help you get out of trouble. We will train in a safe environment, but realistic scenarios will be presented. Students should expect to be challenged!
• Classes will be held on October 8, 15, 22, 29 from 5:30-7:00 pm.
• The address is 4845 N. Damen (a block north of Lawrence).
• The course fee is $80 for the four sessions.
• Please wear comfortable clothing and “inside only” gym shoes.
• All classes will be taught by experienced martial arts instructors Tim Chapman and Chuck Westcott from Elmhurst Martial Arts.
• Note: In order to get the full benefit of the training, students must attend all four sessions.

To sign up for this class please contact Gina Fitzpatrick at:
One Key Yoga
4845 N Damen Ave Chicago, IL 60625
773-230-7805 •

Marketing Sucks

Well, I’m working on marketing. I had to make some decisions about getting reviews. There are plenty of places to buy reviews, but they’re expensive, and I don’t know how much weight they carry with readers. Maybe with booksellers? Anyway, I sent ARCs of The Blue Silence to the publications that gave good reviews to Bright and Yellow, Hard and Cold (NOTE: soon to be reissued as A Trace of Gold). This list includes Mystery Scene, Foreword Reviews, EQMM, AHMM, and Booklist. I also sent ARCs to Crimespree and The Strand. I also have a list of mystery fiction blogs, like Auntie M, that I’m working my way through.

Bublish tweets out excerpts of your work to their followers, some of whom retweet. New users pay about $80/yr. I’m trying it, but the jury’s still out on Bublish.

NetGalley serves up a complete galley of your novel to librarians and other industry professionals who request it. It’s expensive, but there’s a discount to members of the Independent Book Publishers Association. Since I’m publishing through Ingram Spark I get a free trial membership in the IBPA. I’m giving NetGalley a shot, too.

Closer to the publication date I’ll contact librarians and bookstores. After publication I’ll try GoodReads and Amazon give-aways.

This stuff is a time suck.

I just want to write.


Stand Up To Hate!

My father was in the Army Air Corps. He fought Nazis in North Africa during World War II. My mother was a civil rights advocate. She fought against racism and bigotry in the turbulent 1960s. I, like many of my fellow boomers, was raised by members of the Greatest Generation to stand up for the American values of compassion and inclusion. We will not surrender this country to hatred. We will not surrender this country to bigots.

Throwback Thursday

Here’s a 2013 piece from Janet Rudolph’s “Mystery Readers Journal”

Sweet Home, Chicago

I got up early for a run along the lake, but the alewives had washed up along the shore and the air smelled like dead fish, so I headed home. It didn’t matter; we were going to the Art Institute to load up on culture and I hadn’t shaved or showered. By the time I got back Ellen had coffee made—the thick black stuff that’s her specialty. I tossed it down while I got dressed.

Parking in the Loop costs about as much as a kidney transplant these days so we parked near Wrigley Field and took the EL downtown. Michigan Avenue was bustling. It was the start of tourist season and a few panhandlers were working the crowd. I recognized one of the guys selling papers near a group of bucket drummers and slipped him a deuce before we hurried past the stone lions and up the museum steps. The Art Institute of Chicago is one of the world’s best art museums. No matter how many times I visit, I’m always blown away by the beauty and variety of the collection. We haunted the impressionist galleries for a bit, wandered through the modern wing, then headed out walking past Daley Plaza which, in the famous words of Blues Brother Jake is “where they got that Picasso.”

The EL clickety-clacked us back, past Lincoln Park, to our car. I must have missed the street cleaning sign when I parked because the wind-shield was wallpapered with tickets. I crammed them into the glove compartment and drove us up to Devon Avenue for some aloo gobi and spicy fish curry. That’s the thing about Chicago; with all the ethnic neighborhoods you can get any kind of food you want. The popular meme is that hot dogs and deep-dish pizza are our signature foods. Bull. Chicago has everything from fancy French to tasty tapas to south side soul food. It’s a city rich in diversity of people and culture.

I suppose we should have gone home after our feast, but we were in the mood for some electric blues, so we headed south to Svengoolie’s adopted hometown, Berwyn. There’s a little blockhouse tavern on Harlem Avenue that serves up cheap beer and smokin’ hot blues bands. We pushed our way past the regulars and grabbed the last two seats at the bar. The guy on the stool next to mine kept falling asleep on my shoulder, and someone behind me kept bumping my elbow but I didn’t care. There was a woman on stage who was making her guitar wail like she had made a pact with the devil. No human should be able to play that fast and clean.

After the second set we figured it was time to pack it in; we both had to work in the morning. Ellen would be clocking in at the crime lab to analyze gunshot residue kits from the weekends gang shootings. I’d be facing a room full of tired city college students; each one hoping to land a career that pays better than the crappy fast food joints and retail shops they currently work in.

Ellen likes to call Chicago the Paris of the Midwest. The native Algonquian speakers called it the place of the wild onions. The white-picket-fence crowd out in the suburbs think of it as a crime ridden cesspool to be braved once a year when the shop windows are decked out for Christmas, but Chicago is my Calliope. She was an inspiration for my first novel, and is as important to the story as any of the human characters. Sure, she’s got plenty of problems—violent crime, poverty, and a long history of corrupt politicians, but hey, what better muse for a mystery writer?

Proof Of Concept

After converting both the interior and cover files to PDF format, according to Spark’s instructions, I uploaded the files. Spark sent e-proofs by email. The first thing I noticed was, because I had done my own line edits, I missed a HUGE error. In the transition from Microsoft Word to Adobe inDesign all my italic formats were lost. Doh! I had to reformat the book and upload a revised PDF of the interior. Every time you upload a revision it costs $25. The new proofs looked fine, so I ordered 50 ARCs to send out to reviewers. With shipping and handling the 50 copies cost $254.56. Spark lets you choose a release date, and I chose October 31 (Halloween), a decent length of time when I first selected it, but now Halloween seems right around the corner! Next up: compiling a list of reviewers and begging for reviews.