Welcome to the month of May! There are so many good things that happen in May. Like, the flowers, right? After the April showers and all that? (Technically in my area we’ve had more rain in the first four days of May than in April, but April has the edge in snow. So far.)
Also in May E2 Books is very pleased to announce the release of The Demon of Denver, which will be available literally everywhere in the world. We’re going to have people selling copies at a couple of the research stations on Antarctica, I’m pretty sure.
[Ed. Note: Nope.]
Quiet, you guys. This is a major announcement.
So where were we?
Ah, yes. Release announcement. Well now I feel off my game about it. This whole Editorial Staff thing, and their notes!
But I feel like I’d be kind of a rat if I didn’t tell you now, and frankly that would mean they’d won. I, for one, will always stick it to the man. Even when I am both the man and the stick.
Now I feel like I’ve completely lost the thread.
So let’s do this. Let’s talk about this post’s title. I obviously stole from the book title here, but the question is legitimate. Especially when the sort of demon we’re talking about is the human sort and frankly that’s the only kind that scares me. For readers of the series, there is little mystery about to whom the title refers, and for new readers, now would be a good time to get caught up. Book One, The Beauty of Bucharest, is available for nuttin’ at all, and you can get it here!
Ha! I snuck the announcement in past the Editorialoids! Take that, Joe Authority! Have a whiff of that Ted Jurisdiction! Chomp on it, Melvin Ascendency! Oh crap, is that them coming? I’m getting out of here before they catch on.
We’re thrilled to reveal the cover for Cleanup Crew #4, The Demon of Denver. But first a word about the cover designer.
David Berens, apart from being a good friend to Craig and myself, is an incredible author, creating one of the better character’s I’ve come across in recent years in Troy Bodean, and on top of that he’s a brilliant graphic designer, as you’re about to see.
So without further ado…
I get that I’m probably not the most impartial observer, but I think it’s pretty sweet. Thanks to Dave for this and for the redesign of the first three CUC covers.
Stay tuned here on the website and on our “shosh meed” for more news, and the announcement of the release date.
Speaking of releases!
Check out this new thriller by my buddy Ethan Jones.
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Kurt Vonnegut once told me (and everyone else in the auditorium) never to apologize. He then went on to give one of the most heartfelt apologies I’ve ever heard.
I’m sorry for the title I gave this post. I’m sick over it. I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive myself. Mainly I’m sorry for not having the courage to stick with the joke I’d originally conceived, which was to have been “Two Girls, One Post.” I will leave this portion of our discussion now and move on to greater things. Braver things.
The first girl is 93 and was our guest on the most recent E2Books Presents Craig and Scott Live. Her name is Sherry Pratt, although her book Times Remembered, is written as S.J. Pratt. If you’re offended or even caught off guard by me referring to this woman as a “girl,” then I encourage you to watch the episode to learn why I did, and have always. Come meet my friend, the nonagenarian girl, skipping rope with her words.
I have only one regret about that show, and that was that every person on Facebook didn’t watch it. Because I knew from the day Sherry agreed to appear that everyone who did watch would be blessed by doing so.
I was not wrong.
Sherry shared stories with us of her life, of her love for her husband, and of her writing.
I am fortunate enough to know Sherry personally and was even more fortunate to have attended a local writers’ group with her for a few years, so I thought I’d be well-prepared for the episode, in which Craig had suggested I should take the lead.
But once she began telling us of how she took a job at Syracuse University, just for the 18 free credit hours the school afforded each semester to all of its workers, and then used to sometimes call in to work, feigning illness, so that she could stay home and write, I realized I was completely unprepared for her. I was essentially reduced to a stammering fanboy for the bulk of our time together. Thankfully, I have a partner who managed to keep me from looking completely inept.
There was so much warmth in the telling of her stories during the show, and the same is true of the stories in her book. In fact for the first time in my life, I wish I was a genuine internet “influencer,” so that I convince a ton of people to buy her book. Not to show off my clout, or even, really, to help Sherry sell copies. No, I’d like everyone to read Times Remembered for the enrichment it will provide them. There are only a handful of writers, sprinkled across all of history, who tell a story as well as Sherry Pratt. That is not hyperbole, but you’ll never know if I’m lying unless you read the book.
As is my wont, I won’t make you suffer without watching the show, but you have to get to the bottom of the post first. So you can either scroll there now, or work your way through this discussion of…
The Other Girl
The other girl is a bitch. She’s a liar and she is a cheat. She is also my life-long lover, and no matter how I try I cannot crawl away from her, only closer. Always closer.
She is writing itself.
I need her. I can taste my need. I can hear it, hear her. She laughs, she mocks and cajoles. She calls herself my true mother and she promises me everything, every day.
Some days she delivers. She delivers it all. All the promises are kept and there is magic. True magic, the sort not even the magician can explain, not that he ever would. To all appearances, a writer sits alone in a room – his office perhaps or a bookstore café or a crowded barroom. There may be other people, but he is always alone. Alone among the physical maddening crowd, but in that vacuum he is crowded out by the people living in his head and, with any luck, on his paper. The place may smell like stale beer and chicken wings, but he smells the sea – hears gulls calling that are a million miles removed, even though they exist only here. In his head and, with any luck, on his paper.
But other days she hides, or worse still, comes stumbling in at 4 am, drunk and smelling of another man. Her words are slurred, they make no sense, but he understands every syllable, every breath. Yet he cannot. He cannot be with her like that. He loves her no less for it, but his heart is so exposed and she can be so vicious.
And so the promises are revealed to be lies, and there is nothing in his head and not so much as a stray pen stroke on his goddamned paper.
He dies a little either way, but she does not care. She is wrapped around him, clutching him, constricting him. But she does not even know he is there. She never has. She thinks that she is above him, and indeed when she notices him at all it is briefly, from far above. She thinks she doesn’t need him. “There are others,” she says. “There are always others.”
But, of course, she is wrong. She is, as I sadly admitted to you, a liar. Do not judge her for this. The lie is all she has, on her own. I cannot judge. I lie twice as often, four times as masterfully.
The hapless writer knows this at some level. With his mouth, he gives her the credit. “She must be,” he says. “Without her, I am not.”
But he also calls her a bitch. He calls her a disease. He finds others with the same affliction, and they call her these names too.
And perhaps they do not know (they do) that she sounds different, looks different, smells, and tastes different to every one of them, even though she herself is ever the same. And perhaps they do not know (they do) that she cannot be without them. It is their lot to have to wrangle her. To have to scrape their initials thinly into her rocky façade. It is their fate to make her sing or soar or clutch or kill. It is their duty to make her breathe.
E2Books Presents Craig and Scott Live – Oh yeah. It’s a thing now.
So, I didn’t write a post after our first Facebook Live back on March 24th. My rationale was plausible deniability. If the thing was a train wreck I could try saying I had nothing to do with it, even though my face was prominently displayed throughout. Looking back at it in retrospect, it’s not a solid hypothesis.
What is solid, aside from the skull of yours truly, was the fun we had in our second attempt at hosting our Live show on the E2Books Readers’ Group. Out guest Erik Therme is the author of some of the finest thrillers published in recent years and he’s also a personal friend of both of the alleged hosts. <— (More plausible deniability.)
[Ed. Note – The legal department is relatively sure that Mr. Varengo’s concept of plausible deniability is “fuzzy” at best. For the record saying “It wasn’t me,” over and over again only works in R&B songs and politics.]
Anyway. Erik is a friend, allowing us to talk in our secret triplet language from time to time. Sorry viewers. We’re too hip, that’s all. Too hip. But it also allowed use to compliment Erik’s pajama pants and to give a shout out to his cat Jasper. Oh. And to talk writing. We managed to work that angle as well. (Here’s a link to the book, before I forget.)
We discussed the differences between traditional publishing versus independent. Both Erik and Craig are able to speak to both of these means of dissemination. I have always published independently, sort of making me the “weak sister” of the trio. Or perhaps I’m just a rugged individualist who wants to chart his own course. But probably the other thing.
Alright, look, that enough of me going on about the show. Why not just check it out? “But you said it was Live!” someone no doubt just threw open a window and shouted. Well, strange person, it was live. But as they say, nothing on the internet ever truly goes away, and it is available on the E2Books group page’s archives. (You know you’ve made the bigtime when you get an archive!)
[Ed. Note: Every group gets an archive. He’s really reaching today.]
There are certain things you know are risky ideas when you hear them. “I think these bald tires have one more cross-country trip in them. Take the spare out of the trunk to make room for more beer,” for example. Or, “Let’s interview S.J. Varengo on our podcast.”
And yet that is just what has happened! Scott was recently given an opportunity to read from The Beauty of Bucharest, and talk about writing in general, as well as his latest novel, Jelly Jars, by Alexandra Amour, an excellent mystery writer herself, on her podcast, It’s a Mystery.
Although the theme of the podcast is generally geared toward mystery/thrillers, Alexandra, being a skilled interviewer, picked up on Scott’s energy and excitement when discussing Jelly Jars, and allowed the interview to move in that direction before steering back to the Cleanup Crew series and the upcoming release of The Demon of Denver.
Be sure to check out Alexandra’s website and grab some free books while you’re there! And It’s A Mystery can be heard just about anywhere, (I’m pretty sure I heard a bird listening to if from a leaf a little while ago), so go where you enjoy listening to podcasts and give her a listen (lots of great interviews on her site).
But of course I am a champion of the lazy, so you can also listen right here:
Did you have a celebrity crush when you were in high school? Have you been out of school for a while now? If you answered yes to both of those questions, I have a third for you. Have you seen them lately?
Chances are they’ve had some work done. The thing about facelifts is that if they’re really good, you don’t realize they’ve happened. And while I would never call anyone out on this you can cast your eyes to the left and … what? What’s that? Okay, I would never call anyone out on this that I think could beat me up. Or that was alive. So if that actor or swimsuit model from your youth now looks like blinking is probably something they only manage once a week or so, it wasn’t necessarily a good face lift.
There are, on the other hand, facelifts that, while dramatically noticeable are clearly an improvement.
To wit, E2Books recently commissioned acclaimed author and all-around great guy, David Berens, to create new covers for the Cleanup Crew series.
Guess what? You get to see them first!
We might as well start at the beginning.
The idea for The Beauty of Bucharest, the series debut, as the author has explained many times, came when he and his wife were going to Home Depot, and heard a thump in the trunk as he was parking. Being a twisted individual a creative writer, he immediately thought, “My wife has killed someone and the body is in the trunk.”
[Ed. Note: We were kind of expecting him to tell you the wife was innocent. We also thought the writer of this post would not refer to himself in the third person. We thought by now he would start acting normal. Sigh. We are guessing you feel as disappointed as we. He put a rubber snake in our lunch box. A RUBBER SNAKE!]
[OFFICIAL STATEMENT BY E2BOOKS CO-FOUNDER, CRAIG A. HART: Look, S.J. Varengo is a hell of a writer, and a really good friend. But in order to get him to write these E2Books blog posts, he had to bring the editorial staff from his award-winning  website, sjvarengo.com. And before you think I knuckled under to his pressure, he was just as upset as I was. “They” pretty much run things around here. Okay, I suppose we should get back to the post. That part of this madness was actually starting to get interesting.]
Are you guys done? Because I’m fine waiting if you’re not. All good? Let’s continue, then. Okay? Good. Where were we? Starting at the beginning.
Pretty sweet right? Also, this one is free in digital if you’d like to give it a read for nuttin. But just look at what Dave did! In this first adventure we travel to Romania and his cover captures the mystery and intrigue of the old city of Bucharest. Adding the birds lends some ominous foreboding, yet the sun peering through the triumphal arch leaves a hint of hope in the distance. Is it hope realized? Get it here to find out!
In The Count of Carolina, we learn how it is that a young, beautiful housewife and mom from the Mile-High City came to be an international assassin.
There’s a lot of subtle magic going on in this one as well. This volume demands a little more from the reader and deals with some difficult subjects, as well as introducing Dan and Nicole’s daughter J.J. for the first time. Close inspection of the female figure suggests a young subject, but it could be Nicole as well, and the beauty is that the reader gets to decide for herself. Fire is also a significant theme in the story, and David made sure to work that into the design, not only in the title which appears to be blazing, but in mirrored burning buildings on each side of the walkway.
After the life altering events of The Count of Carolina, Nicole was enjoying a little downtime. J.J., after returning to school and finishing the semester is home for the summer with her parents and her brother Tony, also home from school.
When Nicole is drawn into a cleaning she wanted no part of, she is forced to face the fact that she isn’t as young as she’d once been, and the job, even if it wasn’t easier back then, it sure seemed that way now. Meanwhile J.J. must once again step up into shoes Nicole and Dan never saw her filling.
The Terror of Tijuana takes place in the titular city as well as the outlying badlands as Nicole finds herself in a situation so bad that only a one-in-a-millions alignment of the stars, and her family will save her now.
Again David has stripped the action to the bare essentials, give a clear impression of danger in the dessert-like hills and mountains to the east of Tijuana, where much of the climactic action takes place.
Read to see if Nicole can save a cleaner, finish the cleaning, and get herself and her family out of danger and to lead to a major confrontation with a man whose name appears in each of the three volumes so far published – Conrad Barker.
The action concludes with all parties racing back to Denver. Hmmm. To read for yourself, click here.
“But that seems like a kinda garbage way to leave things, Mr. Writer-man.”
Every Reader in the World
[Ed. Note: A lot of authors would take a burn at that sort of thing. We hope these two are that sort. Wah-ah-ah!]
[A SECOND OFFICIAL STATEMENT BY E2BOOKS CO-FOUNDER, CRAIG A. HART:I’m really starting to regret all of this. These people are literally horrifying.]
Well, as the only person actually authorized to speak in this post, I’d like to once again attempt to wrest control of it’s direction, as we have an official genuine announcement.
Because as it turns out, in this case Craig and I both agree with every reader in the world. After leaving everyone driving home from Tijuana for almost a year, I’m happy to announce:
Coming soon, with an obnoxious amount and hoopla and whatever is the next most obnoxious thing to hoopla, will be the fourth volume in the series, with the ominous sounding title The Demon of Denver.
I am further excited to reveal that Cleanup Crew, in addition to it’s new cover designs, will further get the E2Books treatment, as this will be co-authored by Craig and myself.
[Ed. Note: At least he forgot that he had been talking about himself in the third person earlier in the post. That was really annoying. Does he think he’s Bob Dole?]
As a matter of fact, he did not forget.
So be sure to check back often.
One Last Thing
[Ed. Note: And now he thinks he’s Steve Jobs.]
Just ignore them.
Wanted to let you know that there is now an E2Books Readers group on Facebook. I could not in good conscience recommend that you join this group unless I thought that I might gain personally from it, so why not give it a click?
There’s more news coming too. It’s like our news bush bloomed.
There is a period after a project is finished that I find myself having lost my anchor. I feel like a very small boat just drifting in a very large ocean. Not an angry, choppy sea. Just an endless, glassy mirror. No wind, no shark fins circling in ever-tightening rings. Just me in a friggin’ boat with nothing in sight.
It can be very disorienting. When I get to the end of a book – talking first draft now – I start to get angry. I get angry at the book itself for not being finished. And I can be mean about it, too. I start name-calling. Just about every manuscript gets called a “turd,” during that stage.
But eventually the draft is finished and that’s when things get nasty.
At least that’s what I always convince myself. The process of revising the draft is almost always, to some degree, pleasant. There are typos to fix for sure, especially in my parts. On this project Craig and I each wrote about half of the book in question. I did fiddle with the stuff he wrote, and he’s in the process of going through and making my part better.
This is different than our usual process, and came about due to unusual circumstances that I’m sure we’ll all sit around a fire and talk about at some point. I’m expecting you to bring the beer.
But different doesn’t mean wrong. It doesn’t mean bad. (Repeat that after me. Say it every time you turn on the TV or walk out the door.) It just means different. Hell, sometimes different is fun. We both felt that editing this time was less like cleaning our ears with a red hot screwdriver. Even downgrading to one of those little screwdrivers they sell you at the dollar store to fix your glasses would be an improvement, because usually it’s one of those old two-foot long ones with the wooden handle that you dad always made you use while he used the electric one.
Perhaps I digress. Yes. That’s a digression. Okay. We’ll swing back around.
We’ll swing to the part about drifting. That’s how I feel every time. Even though to write this book we paused another one, which is still waiting. It hasn’t gone anywhere. Until I get back into it, I’m going to be floating.
Did I mention something about a book that is waiting? We’ll be back to it soon, with plenty more information to come regarding that! But these details can be released: it will be book #4 of the Cleanup Crew series.
Oh, we already told you that? Well did we tell you…
Listen I’ve told so many lies that I’ve lost track of the truth I’m trying to hide. But don’t mind me.
Writers! Argh they drive me crazy! Always with the words, these people! Can’t they ever just stop with all the brilliance and insight? Can’t they just be, without being a writer? Can’t they ever turn it off?
The quick answer to all of those questions is the same. No.
Now before I venture too much further into this essay on lunatics, I should point out that as always when I talk about “writers” I’m talking about one in particular. The only one I know for sure what he’s thinking, what he’s experiencing. The only writer who, though he often surprises me can never really trick me. Of course, I’m talking about myself. However, in the course of doing just that (talking about myself – show me a writer, especially a blogger, who doesn’t and I’ll show you a dead writer), I’ve found that my experience often runs parallel to that of other writers.
It is fairly normal for a person who experiences something in isolation, an emotion, let’s say, to believe they are the only human on the planet, and in the history of the planet for that matter, to have ever felt this way. One of the great revelations in all of humanity is the following:
Sometimes that revelation is literally life-saving. It’s the theme of many a good tale of self-discovery. Finding out you’re not the only one who feels the way you do has happened just in the nick of time to more than one person pulling them back from a precipice which up until that moment looked like the end of the line.
Because my working relationship with Craig Hart is so well-established now I have come to find that he is a perfect foil for all of my delusions of uniqueness. I have lost track of the number of times I’ve confessed some grave fear or some character flaw that must surely disqualify me from humanity, only to have him reply with, “Same.”
This is the central premise of the internet meme. With a picture and a few words, some creative rascal brings to life a visual vignette that makes you smile or frown, but at least it makes you feel something, very often because it’s something to which you can relate. “Oh, so I’m not the only one.”
In addition to actual sit-down-at-the-keyboard-and-get-to-work writing, which is what we do best, Craig and I are also big believers in encouraging other writers. That’s one of the biggest reasons we started our podcast, Good Sentences. Certainly, it’s fun to just talk about the craft of writing and to interview best-selling authors. But it’s also great and, we think, important to let people at all stages of their writing careers that many of the feelings, almost always unpleasant ones, are not theirs alone.
Craig and I talk just about everyday, throughout the day. Our primary means of communication, pretty much since the day in 2011 when we became Facebook friends, has been FB Messenger. It works well for us because we have it on our computers and phones, so if something critical needs to be worked out, (such as what one of us should have for lunch,) we are able to stay connected no matter what.
If you know us at all, or even if you know either of us, since we live over 900 miles apart and don’t actually share many day-to-day contacts, you can imagine that this decade-long conversation has included some very deep, insightful discussions of important literary matters. There is also an inordinate number of boob jokes. We also often joke about some future scholar, writing their doctoral dissertation on the works of Hart and Varengo, coming across the complete transcript of our Messenger conversation with the same life-changing excitement as they would upon finding a box of letters from Hemingway to William Faulkner, (all of them exactly the same – “Dear Bill, you’re such a dick. Love, Papa.”)
Yesterday, for example something Craig said triggered this response:
Almost as once I realized that some form of that statement would make a good meme. It was then I suggested to Craig we should cull our conversation for more of these nuggets and make our own memes.
Several hours later (after I’d already fallen asleep), Craig found and sent the meme to the right.
Right away we see a fundamental truth: There exists, somewhere in the universe, a meme for everything. But not necessarily a good meme for everything. This comes close, but its obvious flaw is that it contains images of Drake, a known carcinogen. [Ed. Note: This is satire. It has not yet been clinically proven that Drake causes cancer. Neither has it been disproved.]
Oh, lovely. You guys are back. Well, I’ll have you know that I’m already rehearsing for when he sues me. First I tried out the sentence, “It says ‘satire’ right in the goddamn paragraph, your honor.” Then I realized there was a chance he’d sue me in Canada and Craig suggested I substitute, “Your Royal Hiney,” a term which he tells me is acceptable in all courts there and was adopted, in traditional Canadian form, to help foreigners from embarrassing themselves while being tried for a crime in their country. They’re just so nice up there!
Craig also sent me this one, which I found unrealistic in many ways. First, the assertion that catching up on writing ideas is a thing is patently absurd. Why? I’ve got a ton of reasons but how about this one: I get writing ideas while writing. Secondly, the notion that if I ever did manage to somehow catch up on my writing ideas I would dress in such a dapper manner stretches reality beyond its inherent elasticity. I would not stand on a pink carpet in a mall, I’m guessing, either. I likely would not stand at all. I would lean back in my leather office chair, wearing my tartan-checked pajama pants a green GAP sweater, and realize I haven’t changed out of this ensemble all week, and I smell as evil as Jason Momoa looks in this picture. Thirdly they rarely come in packets as small as a million. In the words of Bradley Sinclair, telling his new wife Peggy in the presence of an Elvis impersonator that she’s now really, really rich, “Buh, sweetheart, as in buh-illions. You gotta think a little bigger now.” (This direct quote from Jelly Jars, by S.J. Varengo, is used by permission of the author, even though he’s a wiener).
I also hasten to point out it gets a couple things right. Every new writing idea comes creeping up on me, preparing to tackle me. They do all look vaguely demonic, much as young Jason does here, and they all hit as hard as I assume he’s about to. Oh! And they all wear those exact shoes.
But I digress. I’m here to announce a new division of E2 Books. The Meme Department, which will rely heavily upon Craig’s design skills and written idiocy from both of us. [Ed. Note: Interestingly this also describes all of their books.] Our first creation will appear on the E2Books homepage soon, and we’ll be updating them regularly. To what end?
WE WANT YOU TO STEAL THEM!
We want to see these suckers everywhere, so however, you need to get them, right-click, screenshot, recreate all the elements yourself (I’m sure Jason Momoa would be happy to come to tackle someone for you), just grab ’em and repost ’em.
Publisher’s Synopsis: One man broken-hearted by his wife’s brutal slaying…one nuclear device primed to destroy the city of Paris…one chance to save over two million lives. Can Perry Hall set aside his grief long enough to prevent the unthinkable?
After his wife was slain by a sadistic assassin, SpyCo agent Perry Hall stopped caring whether he lived or died. Nothing mattered, save binge drinking and caring for his bulldog, Fleming. His disdain for life-threatening operations makes him an asset to Director J. Carlton Moore, who sends Perry into the most dangerous situations to ever face the covert organization. So, when the City of Lights faces extinction at the hands of…
This one is still picking up steam, but you’re not going to want to wait. Oh, unless you don’t like free books. (Weirdo) [Ed. Note: We do not support the author’s name-slinging.]Gripping Reads offers 29 books to choose from, or grab all 29! Murica! [Ed. Note: We do not support the author’s assertion that greed is an essential American characteristic. In fact, we’d really like him to shut the hell up. We’re trying to get subscribers here!]
Ah, yes, good point, whiny editorial staff. This is a “list builder” promo, so know going in that the price of the free book is your email address becoming part of the author’s newsletter subscribers’ list.
[Ed Note: Tell them the rest!]
Ah yes again. I have a book in the promo, giving you a chance to grab The Beauty of Bucharest in exchange for joining the email list. This is a really good move because my newsletter absolutely ROCKS. [Ed Note: He’s right about that part.]
Feel Like Falling In Love?
This one is a sales promotion, my friends, with 57 steamy books available, (Including Jelly Jars, by yours truly). And in case you hadn’t picked up on it, it’s called Steamy Reads for January.
Being a sales promotion there’s no need to join anyone’s mailing list, but you will have to part with some dollar bills. [Ed. Note: You literally just defined the word “sale.” Your readers are not stupid, and no doubt already knew that. But, okay. Carry on.]
This one ends on January 31, so there’s not much time left to get yourself something to keep you warm on these cold winter nights. [Ed. Note: Readers in the Southern Hemisphere may, of course, substitute the word “Summer,” even though most people aren’t looking to keep themselves warm during that season and the whole thing kind of breaks down at that point. This guy.]
Anyone want to buy an editorial staff, cheap?
[Ed. Note: Hey, guy! Lighten up! We’re just having a little fun. You know. Ha ha and all that? Sheesh.]