Thursday, August 27, 2015

How a Fortune Teller Got TFA Published

TFA --  I can be lazy, so when several scribe friends wanted to waste a whole day of our one-week writing retreat by visiting Cassadaga, Florida, the Psychic Capital of the World, I quickly agreed. I thought the whole idea of psychics to be silly: "Don't they already know we're coming?" But we'd been working long hours for several days and any reason to goof off sounded good, even a road trip to a town of mind readers.

Guess who had his life changed.

No, I am not kidding. And I'm sharing this personal a story because I hope the lady's lesson for me might also help other writers. A swift kick in the pants never hurt anybody I know.

Maybe you've heard of the place, or even been there. I first learned about Cassadaga during the drive from a sunny Florida beach into the state's swampy interior: Seems the Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp was founded over a century ago by a self-proclaimed "trance medium," George P. Colby from New York State. George said he was guided to the spot by his Indian spirit guide. Today, Cassadaga is a busy, apparently thriving home for professional fortune tellers, psychics, palm readers and true spiritualists -- men and women who, according to their guidebook,  practice "science, philosophy and religion based upon the principle of continuous life."

That doesn't mean they're vampires; it's more of a reincarnation thing. And I learned a lot more about it during my private session.

A dozen places offered to tell our future or mend our psychic cracks, but three of us were drawn to one place in particular. We all said it looked friendly, welcoming. One of my friends went first, and she came out twenty minutes later astonished and speechless. I paid my money.

I walked into an odd but warmly decorated room. Brightly colored blankets and trinkets and colored rocks covered all surfaces. Incense burned near an empty chair, and I sat across a cloth-covered table from one of the most astonishing people I've ever met. Not her looks; not her dress. Not even the words she eventually spoke to me. What I encountered in her presence and no one else's, before or since, was a physical sensation of caring. This benevolent, welcoming lady exuded a golden spirit of kindness. She was there to help me.

She held my hand and asked why I'd come. Did her touch feel magical? No. It was the feeling I had from being in her presence -- what I've already described. Maybe her assistants pumped drugs into the air vents. I don't know exactly, but when I explained why I'd come -- a lack of success at my fiction writing -- she told me about an internal conflict and pointed out the correct path. I knew instantly she was right.

"Your spirit guides are a monk and a Viking," she said. "You must listen more to the Viking."

I'm not going to talk about my family's history, or say another word about spirit guides, but if there are such things, monks and Norsemen could easily be following me. I took her advice in a less supernatural way, however: I decided Vikings work harder than monks. They also try harder. By listening to the Viking, she meant I needed to write more stories, read more books, study more craft, meet more people, go after my dream with a sword as well as a pen.

It shouldn't surprise readers to hear the technique worked. I had an agent in a year or so, a book published not too long after that. Clearly, something about that visit to Cassadaga changed my life. I believe that Viking kicked me in the ass.
                                                                              




Tuesday, August 18, 2015

BIG SHOES (#4) Available for Pre-Order

The big thing about my temporary business partner, Angelina "Mama Bones" Bonacelli, her routine professional consultations can easily deteriorate into criminal activity and violence. Breakfast appointments have been raided by the FBI. Her Power Point presentation to a Jersey state racing
commission last summer ended in a fist fight, then later in the parking lot, automatic weapons fire. As a Jersey shore racketeer with direct ties to what's left of a once powerful New York crime family, Mama Bones packs an abundance of local power, not to mention a loaded nine-millimeter.

So begins my fourth adventure in Branchtown, New Jersey, that fictional city where truth battles the baloney at every intersection. Not scheduled for actual publication until the middle of next month, and brought to you by that new powerhouse publisher of modern crime, Down & Out Books, readers can pre-order BIG SHOES from Amazon here.

In BIG SHOES, I finally tell Mama Bones to let me go. I need my freedom. The death toll around Branchtown's stock and bond community has reached septic proportions. I'd rather sell used cars.

But Mama Bones has urgent matters that need my help; mainly that her wise guy boss The Turk wants to kill both of us. A stunning but troubled redhead follows me and Mama Bones into a dark world of racing secrets, child trafficking and old rivalries. Both of us must step up our game to walk in someone else's Big Shoes.












Friday, August 7, 2015

Was Vincent Van Gogh murdered?

Vincent Van Gogh painted this peaceful scene one week or two before they say he shot himself. No one really knows, because no pistol was ever found. There was a bullet inside him, and though it struck no vital organ, he died the next day of infection because there was no doctor to remove it.

What if Vincent didn't shoot himself? Yes, he cut off his own ear in anger over a fight with Paul Gauguin, another artist, and yes, Vincent had suffered several bouts of mental depression, hallucinations and violent outbreaks. Thirty villagers once signed a petition to throw the "redheaded madman" out of Arles.

But what if he was murdered?


Sunday, April 26, 2015

Katee Sends Me Her Picture!

Sure I had to donate some money to her charity, but that's half the fun of spending it. The dough went for another cause beside my own self-gratification. Hope you guys and gals can read what she wrote to me. Just in case you can't, the words say "You're a peach, Austin."

Darn right I'm a peach, Ms. Katee Sackhoff. And so are you. The star of the rekindled television series Longmire is a former redhead of the week, and The Famous Author also spent half a day on one of Katee's movie sets. But Kathryn Ann "Katee" Sackhoff is best known for playing Lieutenant Kara "Starbuck" Thrace on the Sci Fi Channel's television program Battlestar Galactica.

Check out her new website.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Katee Sackhoff Saves TV Show


When LONGMIRE the television series was cancelled last year by a network we won't name, four million viewers cried "No freaking way!" And thankfully, after weeks of negotiation, Netflix stepped into the fan-rescue role, contracting to air the show's fourth season sometime later this year. Filming began this week in New Mexico.

It's a fun show, based on Craig Johnson's mystery novels, which I think of as a combo of cops and robbers plus cowboys and Indians. Longmire stars Australian actor Robert Taylor as Walt Longmire, the nonverbal (strong and quiet) Sheriff of Absaroka County, Wyoming.

Lou Diamond Phillips, Bailey Chase, Cassidy Freeman and Adam Bartley co-star, as does the lady who graced our pages back in November as Redhead of the Week ...

I know you haven't forgotten Katee Sackhoff.

Well, obviously I can't reveal my sources, but I have it from a major figure concerned with the show* that without Katee onboard, this show was destined for reruns. The first network says they dumped the show because its viewers were too old, an audience profile advertisers didn't like. (I can't imagine why. Geezers like The Famous Author spend money, too.) And having Katee with the show -- she's popular with millions of young men because of her starring science fiction and fantasy roles -- convinced Netflix to stream the new season.

Thank you Katee! Here's her website where you can browse her private store for pictures, autographs and tickets to her various charity events. She works hard and not only for herself. I just sent away for a signed picture ... I hope she thinks I'm a peach.

Click here for Katee's store.


* -- Key words for journalism students are "major" and "concerned with." Could be a director, producer or six-foot, 250-pound fan.



Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Redhead Still Has Her Smile & The Cash

It's been over seven years since Academy Award-winning actress Nicole Kidman first graced our pages. As Redhead of the Week on Tuesday, November 27, 2007, we reported Nicole ranked among the highest paid actresses in Hollywood. $130 million was the figure Celebrity Networth placed on her net assets. She'd won the Academy Award for Best Actress by playing Virginia Woolf in The Hours, starred in hit movies like Cold Mountain, Fur, The Stepford Wives and Bewitched, plus sold a ton of Chanel No. 5 by appearing in perfume advertising.

Unfortunately, times have changed. Though The Crimes of Austin Carr still loves Nicole -- we are forever loyal to our redheads -- the world of Hollywood has turned. She's too old for the big parts, they say, especially after her latest film "Grace of Monaco" bombed. One British critic -- where she was voted Worst Acress of 2014 -- described the film thusly: "A plucky woman fights to stop the super-rich having to pay their taxes."

Unsuccessful films like Grace of Monaco will not affect Nicole's current net worth but could cut the movie offers.

Born on June 20, 1967, Kidman received her breakthrough in the 1989 Australian thriller, Dead Calm. Performances in To Die For, Days of Thunder, Moulin Rouge and The Hours won her worldwide critical acclaim. In 2003, Kidman received her Star on Hollywood's Walk of Fame. Kidman is also a UNICEF Goodwill Ambassador and a successful recording artist.

Because she was born to Australian parents in Honolulu, Hawaii, Kidman has dual citizenship of Australia and the United States.

Thanks to Nicole, Wikipedia and Celebrity Networth
Movie photo by DAVID KOSKAS/ THE WEINSTEIN COMP