News and Reviews

I've been busy trying to wrap a book, teach classes, coach baseball, get reviews done, and get new material in the hands of editors. As a result, I haven't gotten to blog as much as I'd like.

Remind me to rant about computers and law enforcement, and how citizens can't get informations about their driving records that everyone else seems to have (not me, my son who's been going through one of the worst weeks of his life). I got a tirade coming on that one that you'll enjoy.

In the meantime, there are new book reviews up at www.bookhound.wordpress.com. Take a look and see if there's anything you can't live without.

Introducing My New Book Review Page

Since I've been told by some readers that they come to my blog to find out what I'm doing, not necessarily to find out what I'm reading or watching, I decided to start a book review page so people interested in what I'm reading can go there.

It's at www.bookhound.wordpress.com. Hope you find something there we can agree on.

I'm still posting abbreviated reviews at Amazon. Folks seem to like those there, and I do some for www.blogcritics.org. But for myself (and to keep track of everything I've read during a year!) I decided to start the BookHound blog.

For the rest of you, I'll try to continue to have an interesting life (which, by the way, is a Chinese curse, thank you very much). I only have two kids at home these days, so things are somewhat calmer.

However, I find I'm increasingly opinionated!

Yep! That's My Boy!

Taught Him Everything He Knows!

(And Yes, His Mother Holds Me Accountable!)

Scooping up a grounder at first base!

Killing a run at first base!

Giving a batter grief!

And swinging for the fences.

Of course as a proud father, I'm going to show you his pictures. (And as blogger, I'm only going to show you the good ones.)

Get out to a ballpark and find a team to support! There's fresh air, and you'll appreciate your airconditioner more when you return home.

Library Visit September 8th

I've been invited to speak at the Hardesty Regional Library in Tulsa on September 8th from 6 p.m. to 9 p.m.



8316 E. 93rd St.Tulsa, OK 74133
(918) 250-7307
Mon.-Thurs., 9-9; Fri. & Sat., 9-5Sun., 1-5

The event is called Chapter: A Casual Evening With Books, Bards and Bites.

Event Description: Enjoy entertaining authors, a silent auction and delectable nibbles from some of your favorite restaurants at this fund-raiser benefiting Tulsa City-County Library's Ruth G. Hardman Adult Literacy Service. Featured authors are: Marian Clark, Tulsan and author of "The Route 66 Cookbook" and "The Main Street of America Cookbook," and co-author with Michael Wallis of "Hogs on 66"; Mel Odom, author of numerous books, including fantasy, science fiction, horror and young adult novels; and Nancy Pickard, a prolific writer well-known to mystery readers, whose works include the popular "Jenny Cain" series. Tickets are $35. Call 596-7897 for reservations.

This event is for adults. Sponsors: Sponsored by the Tulsa Library Trust

Fall Baseball Opening Night!

People who really know me know that I spend a lot of time with my kids every chance I get. I've coached little league baseball for 15 years now, managing to coach each one of my boys. (I was moral support for my daughter's volleyball and softball games.)

I love coaching baseball, but that's mainly because I love watching kids play. When you watch pros, you expect big plays or an absence of mistakes. But in little league, sometimes you get to watch plenty of big plays and mistakes that make the game downright unpredictable and exciting.

In the picture above, that's my son Chander (age 8) coming into homeplate. He loves making a dirt cloud. He plays first base and ended up converting two ground-outs and four assists. He also contributed pterodactyl squawks and velociraptor screeches (he's just learned how to do those, oh joy!).

I love baseball. If you have a park nearby, go. Take the kids. You can enjoy several levels of play and (if it's not a tournament) spectators are usually allowed in free. Buy a couple of hot dogs and a drink and you escape gate fees and overpriced concession stand prices. It's entertainment for the whole family.

Who knows? You might just find a team to back for the whole season!

Buy At Amazon


I've Got A New Short Story Out

"The Affair of the Wooden Boy" is a short story I did for Denise Little's wonderful anthology. It features a Pinocchio twist in a Victorian London-like city filled with magic, vampires, and gargoyles, and begins:

Dark things are drawn to my husband. I know this to be true and I no longer question why. I love him, and I think it would be harder for me to imagine someone not feeling the way I do than in why it is so.

His physician, Dr. Theophilus Hyde-Whyte, thinks it was because my husband was born dead. His heart was not beating when he was taken from his mother’s womb. Thankfully, Dr. Hyde-Whyte had a hedgewitch on hand that knew about such things. She placed a palm over my beloved’s chest and shocked his heart back to beating.

My husband believes the hedgewitch saved his life. I choose to believe he is so strong that his first breath could not be denied to him, and that his life will have to be torn from him because he will never willingly give it up.

His mother insists that he was born with a caul over his face and therefore sees the dark things in a different light than most. When he was a child of twelve, a fortuneteller predicted that my beloved’s life will always be connected to the darkness.

I do hope so, for his interaction with the dark things that come calling bring him joy and challenge. But I fear for him as well, because everyone knows the darkness is unmerciful when it finds a weakness.

The gargoyles that perch on buildings and listen to secrets in the streets and in the structures they watch over come to life at night and whisper what they know to my husband. He has an arrangement with them, you see, based on favors he has done them in the past. Travelers searching for arcane objects and rumors of those objects consult with him and the vast library we keep in our large home. Hansom cab drivers across the city know to refer these people to my husband.

These visits from strangers seeking the mystical often prove diverting and titillating, making for long discussions in front of the roaring fire in my husband’s study, which I am fortunate enough to be invited to partake in. My beloved trusts my instincts and judgments in such matters because I have proven quick-witted and insightful. He has always known me to be so, but I fear that I wasn’t the case before I met him. My continued association with him, my love for him and his love for me, have all contributed to changing my views of the world and of dark things.

Occasionally, the Drummond Police Department detectives come calling. Usually Inspector Charles Kirklyn is sent round our way. Despite his hardened demeanor and quick temper – one the result of growing up in the Gutbucket, that section of Drummond where the poor and lawless live, and the other a mark of his heritage as Khellenan, though he didn’t grow up as his forebears did on the Isle of Khell where kelpies sometimes still lure ships to their deaths – Kirklyn is a good man. I would like him even if he didn’t treasure my husband’s friendship; but he does and so I welcome him into our home without reservation.

The police only send Kirklyn round when they have exhausted all other avenues involving a particularly offensive and strange crime or murder they wish to solve. With any other inspector, though, I fear those meetings are more the result of suspicion about my husband than of an attempt to gain his assistance.

My husband, a very intelligent man, always sees through their subterfuge and chooses not to feel threatened or slighted. I fear I am not so generous as he. But, should the puzzle prove challenging, he accepts the niggardly stipend they offer (though we are wealthy and do not need it) and applies his knowledge, wits, and – sometimes – sword and pistol to the solution of that mystery. He does love intrigues so.

I would prefer to live out the life we have together in our house in the city or – more my choice – at the manor house and lands that are ours in the countryside. But mysteries don’t often find their way to our doorstep out there. So I abide, loving him and enjoying what I wish of Drummond’s busy nightlife.

My beloved’s name is James Stark, but he holds title in the Court of Lords as Lord Gallatin. Others know him as a consulting investigator, the only one in Drummond who specializes in the occult. He has cards printed that find their way into the hands of those who need his services, and those worthy of my husband’s time and his precious blood are guided to our door by direction or by fate.

That night, when the case began – which I have taken the liberty of calling The Affair of the Wooden Boy for reasons which you’ll quickly come to understand – we were at home after just returning from a Siahnea play. Both of us had looked forward to the play, for it was the first of its culture to ever be imported to Drummond. ... As if the fates had joined together, there came a tentative knock at our door. Although we didn’t know it at the time, my husband’s claim to be ready for anything was about to be challenged.

He excused himself from my presence and went to answer the door. He had given Thom, our houseman, the evening off. Curious myself at who would come calling this late at night, knowing that it had to be connected to my husband’s predilection for mysteries, murder, and mayhem, I stood and walked to the hallway to watch him answer the knock. Every now and again, I’ve been able to prevent harm that might otherwise befall him. He has his strengths and I have mine. We complement each other.

James reached into his pocket for the pistol he habitually carries. He had learned even before meeting me that his fascinations often proved dangerous. His body is scarred from swords, knives, and bullets. When he opened the door, he didn’t immediately invite in whoever stood there. Dark things, as you may know, often require an invitation to step into a person’s home.

“Fascinating,” he whispered.

Drawn by his surprise, I joined him at the door. Outside, thick white snowflakes tumbled through the air and drifted into masses that promised at least another foot on top of the winter’s leavings thus far into the season. Cabs and coaches pulled by sure-footed horses, and sometimes exotic creatures less seen in day, crossed the street in a rumble of wheels, heading in both directions. Gaslight streetlamps carved holes in the night. Golden glows played against a few other windows, for most of Drummond is early to bed and early to rise because it is a city of merchants and warehouses.

When I saw our prospective visitor, even I – who had seen nearly everything my husband had seen – was almost bowled over. For there on our doorstep, illuminated by the stoop lamp, stood a little wooden boy.

How can you resist? You can't, of course. You simply have to get the book and see what I did. I loved the characters of Lord and Lady Gallatin and would like very much to write a full-length novel featuring them at some point.

If you like it, let me know. And post to www.amazon.com so others will know!

Gotta See It!

Samuel L. Jackson is going to push this movie over the top. This is the most publicized movie I think I've seen in years that came out of nowhere. Admittedly, the Star Wars franchise got a lot of ink and splash in the media, but SNAKES ON A PLANE has come out of nowhere and gone completely bonkers.

I saw the trailer and thought, how dumb.

I saw it a few other times and thought, I could have come up with that.

Now we have SNAKES ON A PLANE Sudoku and cell phone pranking by Samuel L. Jackson himself that is personalized to a surprising degree. The advertising and buzz for this movie has become a moonshot.

Samuel L. Jackson is laughing all the way to the bank. Monday night on Letterman, he won me over again. I've been a fan of his for a long time (loved him in JACKIE BROWN) and have seen everything he's made (including his bit part in GOODFELLAS).

Billed as a suspense story, filled with creepy slithering things, SNAKES ON A PLANE is going to become an instant cult classic like TREMORS and some of the other B movies that went supernova.

And you have to admit, there's a very thin line sometimes between things that are dumb and things that we love for reasons we can't even explain to ourselves.

Okay, Samuel L. Jackson, you snake-wrangling guy, you. Bring 'em on!

And We Have Our Second Winner!

Julia Mozingo just became the second winner of the new NCIS #2 book, BLOOD EVIDENCE, coming out the first quarter of 2007!

Check out her site at: http://juliamozingo.blogspot.com/

I'm giving away 15 copies of the new novel when it's published to people who post a picture of themselves reading NCIS #1: PAID IN BLOOD on their webpage. I've still got copies left to give.

Thanks, Julia! Happy reading!

If you don't have a webpage and want a free one, sign up for one at www.blogspot.com and keep your peeps apprised of your life!

"THIS AIN'T NO BANK ROBBERY!"

I watched the movie with Sherry tonight and we both enjoyed it. The pacing is a little slow, though you don't really notice that because the scenes are short and the story weaves through the viewpoint of three main characters. There also wasn't as much explosive action as I'd thought there might be given the trailers I'd seen. (Lots of guns and smoke grenades had been flashed!)

However, INSIDE MAN satisfies the puzzle solver in me. Sherry and I enjoy watching movies and trying to see which one of us will come up with the answer first. She's clever, so I have to really be on my toes. However, my knowledge of history put me in the lead early on this one.

Denzel Washington, Clive Owen, Jodie Foster, and Christopher Plummer really do their roles justice in this one. What looks like a botched bank robbery actually turns out to be a very twisted caper that I found enjoyable and easy to sink into.

However, there were several plot holes that the writer in me screamed to have filled or dealt with. That's the beauty of film, though. Viewers in theaters can't just stop the film and point out the failings the way readers can with books.

The language earns the film its rating, not the violence, which is kept at a surprising minimum. This one's all about suspense and plot convolutions as the characters try to get the upper hand on the situation -- and each other.

It's Superhero Time, Baby!

Chandler and I watched the first Ultimate Avengers movie earlier this year and enjoyed it quite a lot. So we were definitely excited when we found out there was a second one in the works. Not only that, but the Black Panther was going to co-star in this one as well. Way cool!

The DVD came out in the stores on Tuesday. Fighting a book deadline, I didn't notice it was Tuesday till Wednesday. I picked up the movie on Wednesday. But by Wednesday, Chandler deserted me to spend the night with a friend.

I put the movie on a shelf and glowered at it. Watching it by myself just wasn't the same.

Thursday, after martial arts practice, Chandler wanted to watch the movie. Unfortunately, by that time I had to teach class. I told him he had to wait.

He glowered at the DVD.

But, after class, I went home and got greeted by one of those "Dad! You're home!" greetings they used to sell on 1950s television shows. It made me feel good.

We kicked Mom off the bigscreen and she finished watching the Yankees and White Sox battle it out on the HD TV monitor in the bedroom in total comfort.

Chandler and I sacked out in the living room, stayed up late, and rooted our heroes on one more time against alien baddies. We won. But it was close.

The movie is great for watching with your superhero-addicted kids. It's a little violent, so it may not be for the tykes. But for my 8-year-old (and his 8-year-old at heart dad), the movie really hit the spot.

Great Read!

This new book by Kelly McCullough reminded me a lot of Roger Zelazny's AMBER series. Swift and fun first-person narrative, quirky characters and immortal god types with petty behavior (although they can kill you with a frown of disapproval).

The action starts out on page one, following Ravirn's attempts (with the help of his cyber-pal Melchior, a demon laptop he's programmed) to challenge his aunt's attempt to program free will out of the world. And things get exciting and violent from there.

Mixing in Greek mythology, the inexorable power of the Fates themselves, the Furies, and other creatures that are both for and against our hero (who seems to be equal parts sorcerer and computer hacker), the book is a great tour de force that will keep nailed to the pages.

A sequel is planned for '07, and I plan on picking it up.

A New Series To Watch!

Tonight Sherry and I watched the premiere of a brand new series on ABC Family Channel. We'd seen the trailers for it all week and got slightly interested.

At the moment, we're watching THE CLOSER and SAVED on Monday nights. I recommend both of those as well.

But THREE MOONS OVER MILFORD promises to be an absolute hoot!

What would you do if a comet struck the moon, broke it into three pieces, and one of those pieces might fall out of orbit at any moment and destroy the world? Would you rush out and do all the things you'd been promising yourself you'd do all your life?

Would you quit that boring job you've have for years? Tell the boss exactly what you think of him?

Would you take a chance on love? Gamble all your money on one throw of the dice?

The people of Milford do all that and more. The town has been turned upside down and inside out by the cosmic catastrophe.

At this point, the show is only going to run eight (8) episodes. Jump on now and stay up. This one definitely looks like fun. Can't wait till next week!

New Class Starting August 1st

I teach classes at Moore/Norman Technology center. On Tuesday, August 1st, the first WRITING THE ANTHOLOGY class begins.

In the class, the students receive guidance in constructing stories, researching background, creating characters, learning about plot and genre and how to submit work to publishers.

I've taught this class before and have lately started using www.cafepress.com to publish the finished collection of short stories FOR FREE. The book is then placed on the site for sale to anyone who wants a copy. They're published print-on-demand. We've done this one time before:

http://www.cafepress.com/cp/prod.aspx?p=chelseabay.45487845

The class will meet on Tuesdays and Thursdays for four weeks, from 6 p.m. to 9 p.m. If you want more information, go to:

http://www.mntechnology.com/enrollment/course_desc.asp?course_id=pw%20327

I've been teaching writing classes for almost 18 years. I really enjoy getting to know the students. And there's an old adage that's really true: If you want to truly learn something, teach it. My students ask me questions I never even think of on my own. Over the years, I believe they've helped me as much as I've helped them.

One Free Book Has Already Found A Home!

Wow! The internet has got to be the fastest means of communication in the world!

No sooner offered than taken.

This is located at http://www.bills-world.blogspot.com/

Hop on over and tell Bill hi. He's a great guy and has a lot to say.

I'm giving away 15 free copies of NCIS: BLOOD EVIDENCE (the second book) to anyone who posts a picture of themselves reading a copy of NCIS: PAID IN BLOOD on their webpage.

If you don't have a webpage and want a free one, sign up for one at www.blogspot.com and keep your peeps apprised of your life!

NCIS #2 Cover

My editor, Jan Stob, at Tyndale books just sent me the cover proof for the second NCIS cover. It'll be out the first part of next year.

I wanted to share. If you look at the background, you'll see art department worked in a map behind them. I think it's great!

A Poem

First of all, I'm not big on poetry. I'm too concrete, maybe. But somehow a lot of today's poetry seems over my head. I just don't get it. It's too abstract or something. Or maybe I just want it to be easy.

But on a recent camping trip, my 8-year-old got ticked at his mom because she told him to stay out of the water because it was getting dark. He stalked over to the lake and ignored us. Till the fire was ready and we broke out the hot dogs.

Anyway, that image sparked my creativity and before I knew it, I had a haiku poem composed in my head. So I thought I'd share today.

pale, angry shadow
hard-shouldered 'gainst the black lake
his mother knows best

Ingenuity! Don't leave home without it!

I just read one of the most awe-inspiring stories ever this morning. I usually read MSN.com news every morning, to keep up on things, feed my story-producing subconscious, and to have stuff to talk about with my 17-year-old, Shiloh. Shiloh has gotten quite interested in the things that are going on out in the world, and constantly challenges my knowledge base (he can look things up on the internet and make sure I'm right!).

Anyway, the story I've linked to below will blow your mind. And it should get every writer out there thinking about ways to self-promote (and I've already got three novel plots out of it!).

Enjoy!

http://msnbc.msn.com/id/13804920/?GT1=8307

New Blogspot for Writers

Just a brief note. Many people have asked me how to write and would I give them pointers. In the spirit of that, with the codicile that I only know as much as I've taught myself, I've started a new blog where you can actually watch me think and write and explain the process.

If you're interested.

I mean, on days when you're tired of watching paint peel or your toenails grow. Or when you get bored of gargling soda and listening to the different pitches you can get out of your tonsils.

I think I have something to say, but my wife is usually there to tell me when I'm wrong. I'm totally uninhibited on the blog, baby!

You'll find it at www.workingthemagic.blogspot.com.

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest

At present, I'm under the gun on a deadline, trying to get words to hit the paper, so I haven't been blogging as much as I probably should have. Since I've had a few emails asking me why I haven't been posting, I decided to let everyone know I was still alive.

The foot is finally starting to heal, though the walking we did while taking Chandler to the park on the Fourth kept me off of it for any extended time for a couple days. I hate not having my feet under me, but the pain is enough to get the job done. So I sit and sulk and write what I think is going to be some of my best stuff because it feels SO right. It's just taking longer.

Friday, needing a break from constant computer-face and to follow up on a promise I made to the family, I took Sherry, Chandler and Shiloh to see DEAD MAN'S CHEST, the second Pirate of the Caribbean movie. If you haven't seen the first movie, CURSE OF THE BLACK PEARL, you should rent it and do so. The movies are best viewed in sequence, though they don't have to be.

DEAD MAN'S CHEST works as a good jumping on point. I had a blast at the movie. All the action. All the humor. All the special effects. Chandler and I were the only two really happy. He's 8 and I was hanging in right there with him. Sherry and Shiloh wanted some kind of resolution, even though they knew going in that the second movie was going to have a clifhanger ending. Neither one of them has seen STAR WARS THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK! (Can you believe it?).

Chandler and I just wanted pirates, swordfights, pirates, monsters, pirates, undead things, and...well, pirates. We got them. We were mucho happy.

DEAD MAN'S CHEST is going to rock and roll this summer. It's a movie it seems like everyone has been waiting on. I can't wait for the DVD, which should have tons of special features. I've written a review. You can find it at: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00005JP0D/qid=1152430842/sr=1-7/ref=sr_1_7/002-9641997-7084059?s=dvd&v=glance&n=130 If you like the review, vote for me. I'm looking for a few more Amazon points. : )

Go see the movie and let me know what you think.

Blade the Vampire Hunter

Since I grew up reading the Tomb of Dracula comics that Blade debuted in (with wooden throwing knives, not the arsenal he currently carries) and because I wrote the novelization of the first movie, I had to admit to being predisposed to SpikeTV's new summer series debuting Wednesday, June 28th at 9 central time. (You'll have to do the math on your own time zones.)

More than that, one of my good friends Sterling Gates moved out to La-La land in January (at the tender age of 23) after finishing up college and landed a job working on the series. Not only that, but the guys he's working with are David Goyer and Geoff Johns, two of the hottest comic book and movie writers around.

Sterling, just so you know and for the record, I'm proud of you. Not many people take the chance to go far and make a dream happen. You're one of the people I tell people about.

The series is supposed to last 13 episodes or so, and promises to be a kickbutt action event. I plan to be in front of the bigscreen with a big bowl of popcorn and my eight-year-old at my side. I love testosterone-driven TV when it's done right.