So I’ve been doing a thing…

The past couple months I have been doing some writing for my good friends over at Myth Machine Publishing. The latest article that they put up of mine is here:

This has been an exciting project to be a part of. I get to add my voice to the fray of a great fandom. The Arrow is one of my favorite TV shows that takes the comic book world and explores the action, drama, and intricate world building that comics are great at and adapts them for a viewing audience.

I hope you will join me for my blogging journey and take time to chime in with your own thoughts as we move through the Arow-verse together.

A taste of Scotch…

@ardbeg_com is known for it’s hearty peat infused flavor. If you are not a fan of this earthy, smokey, character then my entry today might not be up your alley.

The gift of scotch is a beautiful thing. It is through these gifts and generosities over the years that I have been able to sample some truly interesting flavors in the scotch world. Today’s offering comes from one of my favorite supporters and is a truly unexpected delight.52877467072__C24DA98D-F55F-4549-9239-160507AC2DF6.jpeg

From the moment the cork was pulled on this I knew I was in for something special. Not only did the peat aura waft up to greet my nose as I took my first sniff and taste, but there were other flavors and notes that I was not expecting. As I am used to the Ardbeg 10 yr old, I was expecting the almost medicinal smokiness that accompanies this companies palette. With the Kelpie, the aging process takes place in select casks from the Black Sea region, allowing for the seaside notes that generally accent the Islay scotches to come through in a wonderful buttery way.

A few more sips in and I am standing on the rickety boards of a mossy pier with the evening bonfire wafting off the shore behind me and the soft, salty wind tickling my nose. This is not a boisterous scotch. This is a walk along an evening beach with a long time lover, hand in hand with the anticipation of the twilight activities lighting up your senses. The foaming waves of the sea rolling in, playing with your toes in the sand as you stroll along to infinity.

Sure I am a bit verbose. I never claimed not to be. I was just so pleased with the tastes and smells that wrapped around me. The experience of this scotch grew with every sip. I adored how it challenged me to explore its depths in search of every aroma and taste I could disentangle from the myriad of flavors bouncing off my tongue.

If you are offered a chance to sample or hopefully deeply imbibe (responsibly) this offering from Ardbeg, I implore you to give it a try. Even if peaty scotch tends to scare you a bit, give it a shot. you might be surprised at what you find too.

“Danger in Bass Clef”…

It has been months since Johnny last saw Cass, but when she bursts into this bar one night with a tale of kidnapping, extortion, and an illegal downhill death race, Johnny jumps into action. Join Johnny and Cass on an adrenaline and scotch-laced adventure through the pulpy jazz-noir streets of Bridge City as they fight to rescue her love, disrupt a local gangster’s betting ring, and keep Cass from becoming roadkill.

Busy week of writing

Been doing a lot of promo lately for “Danger in Bass Clef”. Time to give an update on the other things that have been going on.

I have been cranking out a series of entertainment blogs for my friends over at Myth Machine. They should be going live in the next couple of weeks. Have not been doing this much binge watching and blogging but it has been great for my daily word count and helping me to hone my brevity. I never thought it would be so hard to punch out a review in a matter of 500 words. I have found it hard to keep it bellow 800 honestly but am starting to get better at finding a solid voice for them. I will keep everyone posted when those launch.

I have also started to shift my promo over to the upcoming release of the third Johnny Scotch comic which will be debuting at Salt Lake Comic Con in a little less than 3 weeks. Very excited for this one. Dan Schaefer’s art has really kicked it up for this issue and we are about to send something very special to the printers.

Of course, I am still putting out little promo shares regarding “Tales From the Braided Pony”. That book is special to me because not only do I have two stories in it, but it is the first thing I put out under someone else’s imprint. Chuck Anderson and Alucard Press have been awesome about this book and they have been pushing the hell out of it. So yay!

That’s it for now. Be sure to check out “Danger in Bass Clef” available through Amazon now!


“Danger in Bass Clef” Excerpt 10…

I leaned out over my balcony railing, minding to stay under my overhang so as not to take on water from the morning shower. The cold iron stung my elbows. I held tight to my mug as it burned into my palms. Since I was not going to get a run in this morning I needed to kickstart my senses a bit. Overloading my senses with the cold and the hot and the wind dancing across my naked back was a welcome remedy to chase away the remnants from last night’s scotch that held on with a lover’s grasp. I clamped my jaw tight before opening up to the silky hot brew that was about to bathe my mouth in caffeinated goodness. I breathed in the hot steam as the espresso danced across my lips towards its destination. The welcome effect was near immediate.

My swollen, morning eyes engaged with the grey horizon spread out in front of me. I took in the blurred landscape of the jagged city skyline surrounded by the sharp green pine thriving on the near-constant, moss-inducing rains of Bridge City’s damp microclimate. I scanned the scene from left to right, contrasting and comparing the sharp buildings with the pine needles, juxtaposed with my neighbor’s smooth naked body partaking in her morning yoga ritual in the well-lit and revealing study just below where I perched on my balcony. Our eyes met for a moment. She smiled a playful invitation. I gave her a cheers with my coffee cup and headed back inside, maintaining our playful cat and mouse routine. The bored housewife and the mysterious neighbor. Innuendo separated by glass and decorum. Nothing would ever happen, which of course, is what made it so sweet. My hot shower might be a little longer after our taboo exchange.

“Danger in Bass Clef”, Available now in eBook and paperback formats. Johnny Scotch is…justice served neat. http://johnnyscotchjustice

“Danger in Bass Clef” excerpt 9…

I pulled my battered beast into his gates and rattled to the shop where a bleary-eyed Samson waited, standing vigil over a cup of two-day-old coffee and a stale bagel. His stained overalls complete the cliché, along with a face camouflaged by grease marks and dirt from days of staring down engine blocks through bloodshot eyes. Some people are addicted to drugs, caffeine, or even sex. Samson is addicted to cars. I try not to imagine the intimate moments he might have caressing a vintage corvette back to life.

My GTO had looked better. Cass dented my trunk to hell and disabled the locking mechanism, Houdini-ing herself out, back at the bar. Samson and I surveyed the damage in silence. I knew he could get it back to 100 percent, but it didn’t change the grief that we both felt at the lost sheen that would never be quite the same.

“You said she was…how big?”

“Not big enough to do this much damage.”

“I need a drink.” Samson, head hung low, slumped off towards his office to gather his strength for the task at hand.

“You and me both, brother. Hey, can you give me ride back to my place?”

His door slammed behind him, and I heard the rattle of a metal bottle cap spinning off the bottle of Wild Turkey rescued from inside his desk.

“Never mind. I can walk.”

As I left him to sulk, I could swear I heard the faint, gentle sound of taps being hummed from behind his office door.

“Danger in Bass Clef”, Available now in eBook and paperback formats. Johnny Scotch is…justice served neat. http://johnnyscotchjustice

“Danger in Bass Clef” Excerpt 8…

Not sure why I had won the badge of “hero,” but I was not in the mood to argue. I gave her a chuckle and began to lean down for a kiss.

My lips were intercepted by the top of her helmet that she had scooped up and worked into place, encasing her scattered, bright hair. She acted as though her deflection was an accident. We both knew it wasn’t.

“Be sure to keep in touch, Johnny.” Cass said, bounding up onto her scooter and kicking it to life. She shot me a wink and another smile as she zipped off into the early morning fog.

Not sure how I was supposed to keep in touch. We never exchanged numbers. I still believe I was just a way for her to blow off some steam after a tough bout. But hey, I’m not complaining.

I headed in the opposite direction, my GTO guiding me back to my quiet house where I could sleep off the rest of the morning, woken only by the smell of an Ella-brewed espresso, beckoning me to join the rest of the living world.

“Danger in Bass Clef”, Available now in eBook and paperback formats. Johnny Scotch is…justice served neat. http://johnnyscotchjustice

“Danger in Bass Clef” excerpt 7…

“Don’t mind me,” I said. The flushed couple gawked wide-eyed and confused. I was ripped away by the vice-like grip of whatever was taking me apart, one toss at a time. The bar was being turned into a Johnny-colored Pollock painting, throbbing cuts from my hand splattering blood from my pulsing wounds as I was flung to and fro.

The couple I had disturbed made a run for it as I sailed through the air for the third time. My assailant flung me about, smashing me to the ground and dragging me through the wreckage, scattering fresh rubble across the floor. He came to a stop, giving me a chance to get a look at the Gepetto pulling my strings. I stared at the rounded back of the Tolkien-esque reject in all his ogre-ish glory. His neglected hygiene tugged at my nose, and I coughed in disgust. The sharp taste of iron coated my mouth, overshadowing the scotch I had been enjoying earlier.

Desperate to get loose, I kicked at the massive fist leading me around like a puppy. The ogre at the other end grunted but kept hold. Another sharp kick with my heel, and he swung me loose. I tumbled across the hard floor, smashing through the maze of chairs and tables, gathering fresh splinters and bruises as I went. I wrapped my arms around my head, shielding it the best I could from the continued barrage of sharp-cornered obstacles. I skidded to a stop and looked around at my playmate. He was grinning and holding a round table triumphantly over his head, ready to strike once I stopped moving.

“Danger in Bass Clef”, Available now in eBook and paperback formats. Johnny Scotch is…justice served neat. http://johnnyscotchjustice

“Danger in Bass Clef” excerpt…

Scotch is an experience that, if rushed, will reward you with a tightened throat, coughing, and possibly even tears, as your system works to reject the high-octane drink. It is best to take a nice, slow breath as the drink is brought to your mouth, stealing the vapors as they rise from the glass. You should allow a small sip to roll off the lip of the vessel. Warmed by the heat from your lips, it will transform from liquid to vapor. Appreciated correctly, scotch engages all your senses in the process, exposing its rich character and personality. But at the time I didn’t know any of that, so I slammed two fingers worth back in one gulp.

I exploded in a coughing fit. Every head in the room turned to check out the jackass in the corner trying to drink like a man. The five other patrons snickered as I wiped the tears from my eyes and cheeks and coughed out a guffaw. As my disruption calmed, I took notice of the tasteful jazz coming on over the speakers — Miles Davis was finishing up a solo on Sketches of Spain. I could not stop taking it in. How he was able to sing and sob through his instrument, all at the same time. How he told a different story for each listener. How all emotions blended together and were present, venting into the atmosphere when he blew through his horn. I needed that. I had to have a cathartic release of all the crap bottled up inside, fighting for control of my soul. A few short hours before I had hoped the release would come from drinking myself to death. But now that release seemed possible another way.

“Danger in Bass Clef”, Available August 17th on and at select stores. Johnny Scotch is…justice served neat. http://johnnyscotchjustice

Thoughts from “Danger in Bass Clef” launch event.

Well “Danger in Bass Clef” is out in the world and last Thursday evening we gathered to celebrate the official launch. What a great evening. We had a great room that carries such a great energy in it (Thanks @stardaytavern). My band was amazing, as always. and everyone that came out was having a good time and buying books.

So now what? Time to continue the promotion efforts and focus on the next project as well. I have a couple of events coming up in the coming weeks as well that include a talk I will be giving on the 11th on how to build a comic book from the ground up. I have a reading at Another Read Through on the 14th. The next week Dan Schaefer and I will be heading to Salt Lake for the Salt Lake City Comic Con to unveil Johnny Scotch #3. The week after that I will be in Medford OR performing at the Southern Oregon Jazz Festival. So all in all, a pretty busy month coming up in September.

If you have not checked it out yet, please pop over to Amazon and pick up your digital or paperback copy of “Danger in Bass Clef”. This scotch-soaked, adrenaline laced ride is a great summer read, so strap in.