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Angels of Death: Fictional Detectives Who Witnessed a Suspicious Number of Murders

When I was little, I loved watching Murder She Wrote.  Well…okay, I mostly loved the incongruously peppy theme song. Those of you too young to have ever heard it, give it a listen and try to tell me it’s not a bop.

(That’s right. The video’s a two-hour loop. You’ll thank me later.)

What I never noticed, at least at the time, was just how many people wound up dead when fictional detective Jessica Fletcher was around. The woman is a dark harbinger. And she’s not the only one.

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Shameless Self-Promotion: Free Stories!

One of the skills a writer must learn is self-promotion.  It doesn’t always come naturally.  (For example, writing this post was worse than scratching my corneas with one hand while giving a prostate massage to a grizzly bear with the other.)  Nevertheless, it is an invaluable ability, and one I shall endeavor to exercise now.

I have not one, not two, but three stories currently available online.  The first, Nature Abhors a Vacuum, is a weekly science fiction/murder mystery serial that can be read for free in weekly installments at the Mid-Michigan Prose and Writing Group Blog.  The first installment is here!

I also have two pieces of short fiction available on Smashwords.  I plan to put them up on Amazon eventually, but that involves reformatting, and I am lazier than you mortals can even comprehend.  The first of these two is called “Rumble at the Robot,” and it’s also available for free!

Rumble at the Robot

Of three-story robots and childhood turf wars. A short memoir about children misbehaving.

The second, “Dear Asenath,” is a mere 99 cents–a bargain if you enjoy Lovecraft or Lovecraft parodies, or if you’re the kind of person who scoffs at denominations smaller than a dollar!

Dear Asenath: An Eldritch Romance

For most, the town of Dunwich, Massachusetts, offers terrors outside the realm of human understanding. But when intrepid Tracy Pickman opens a used bookstore in central Dunwich, her new neighbor–a mysterious young man named Wilbur Whatley–offers her something quite different: a chance at love. A Lovecraft parody of romantic proportions!

And thus do we reach the end of the shameless self-promotion post.  Thanks for muscling your way through it, friends!