A new book.
Yeah, that's what it's all about.
I was going to blog about writing, or vampires or nose hair ... important things like that - but not today, for I have a new book out!
Missing.
Woo-hoo!
Well, okay, to be honest, it's not MY book, like just me. It's a collaborative work by a bunch of talented authors, including Bob Goldsborough, Luisa Buehler, trouble-maker Joe Konrath and, well okay, he's not the only troublemaker.
No, I'm not talking about me. I'm no troublemaker.
(Shaddup!)
Did I mention its title?
Missing.
And to be honest again ... that's getting to be a bad habit ... due to a glich, I haven't even read it yet. I couldn't get my hands on it until just this weekend. Well, I did read my story ... most of it anyway ... and I'll tell you, it's worth reading just for mine alone.
But I know a lot of the other authors, and we have award-winners and mad-style word-meisters in the group. I'll tell you something about the book. Each of the stories is about missing persons, and we were allowed to use our characters from our own books, our own genres and ... best of all ...
...all of the profits go to charity.
You heard me, er, read me, the profits all go to the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children.
So get yourself over to this link and get yourself a copy>> http://www.echelonpress.com/direct/buy-missing.htm
Meanwhile, I gotta get back to reading my own copy.
Norm
www.fangface.homestead.com
www.fangplace.blogspot.com
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Thursday, February 12, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Glimpse into Missing
Okay, here's a treat for you.
In just a couple short weeks, Echelon Press will introduce the anthology Missing at the Love is Murder Conference in Chicagoland. I'm all excited because it will include a story of mine with the characters from my Adventures of Guy series.
All of the stories are about missing people, and all profits will benefit a missing persons organization.
If you're like that kid before Christmas and you just can't wait, I'm gonna let you take a peek under the wrapping at my story.
And check back here soon - I'm going to post the beginning of Fang Face, humor and vampire and teens and all that.
Here goes:
The MisAdventures of Guy
By Norm Cowie
Thurman sipped his beer and tried to watch the blur of Umberto’s fingers on the frets. After a moment, he gave up and turned his attention back to the television. Umberto had exactly three talents. He was a physics whiz, he could wiggle his ears and he could play Guitar Hero like no one else.
Umberto’s fingers flew with the speed of gas stations raising prices through the twin power guitar solos of DragonForce’s Through the Fire and Flames. Though his fingers were going at warp speed, his face was serene and blissful.
“Know what, man?”
Okay, Umberto had a fourth talent. He could have a regular conversation even while shredding his way through some of the most insane guitar riffs in music history.
“No, what?” Thurman asked, taking another sip of his brewski. His eyes widened as Umberto frazzled his way through a particularly insane twist of chords. The extremely well endowed female demon on the screen pumped her fist in animatronic exultation.
“I was playing around with some stuff in the lab the last few weeks.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. And I think I made a breakthrough.”
“Uh, huh.” Thurman wasn’t really interested. Boring science stuff. He was way more interested in the female demon.
“Really, it was like we overlooked the absolute easiest way. I’m surprised no one thought of it before.”
“What’s that?” Thurman asked disinterestedly.
“Alternate fuel.”
“Alternate fuel?”
“Yeah. I discovered a solution that would totally enable us to replace fossil fuel. And the supply would be cheap, clean, environmentally friendly and work with an internal combustion engine.”
“What are you talking about?” Thurman said, finally interested. Even someone as marginally aware of events as Thurman knew how much a gallon of gas cost.
“Oil, man. We can get rid of oil.”
“Get rid of oil? But, but … how would the people at Exxon get by without their thirty nine billion dollars of annual profit?”
“Oh, poor Exxon,” Umberto snickered.
“Are you serious about all this?” Thurman asked.
“Yeah. It’s all in the transfer agent. All we had to do was find a plentiful energy supply and a way to transfer the energy.”
“So what’s the energy supply?”
“Cortisol.”
“Cortisol?”
“Yeah. Stress hormones.”
“What the heck are you talking about?!” Thurman asked, exasperated.
Umberto took his hand off his guitar and pointed triumphantly at Thurman.
“That!”
(All kinds of great authors in this anthology. Don't miss out! Order at www.echelonpress.com!)
Norm
www.normcowie.com
www.fangface.homestead.com
The Adventures of Guy
The Next Adventures of Guy
The Heat of the Moment
Missing (coming Feb 09)
Fang Face (humor vampire stuff, coming Aug 09!)
In just a couple short weeks, Echelon Press will introduce the anthology Missing at the Love is Murder Conference in Chicagoland. I'm all excited because it will include a story of mine with the characters from my Adventures of Guy series.
All of the stories are about missing people, and all profits will benefit a missing persons organization.
If you're like that kid before Christmas and you just can't wait, I'm gonna let you take a peek under the wrapping at my story.
And check back here soon - I'm going to post the beginning of Fang Face, humor and vampire and teens and all that.
Here goes:
The MisAdventures of Guy
By Norm Cowie
Thurman sipped his beer and tried to watch the blur of Umberto’s fingers on the frets. After a moment, he gave up and turned his attention back to the television. Umberto had exactly three talents. He was a physics whiz, he could wiggle his ears and he could play Guitar Hero like no one else.
Umberto’s fingers flew with the speed of gas stations raising prices through the twin power guitar solos of DragonForce’s Through the Fire and Flames. Though his fingers were going at warp speed, his face was serene and blissful.
“Know what, man?”
Okay, Umberto had a fourth talent. He could have a regular conversation even while shredding his way through some of the most insane guitar riffs in music history.
“No, what?” Thurman asked, taking another sip of his brewski. His eyes widened as Umberto frazzled his way through a particularly insane twist of chords. The extremely well endowed female demon on the screen pumped her fist in animatronic exultation.
“I was playing around with some stuff in the lab the last few weeks.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. And I think I made a breakthrough.”
“Uh, huh.” Thurman wasn’t really interested. Boring science stuff. He was way more interested in the female demon.
“Really, it was like we overlooked the absolute easiest way. I’m surprised no one thought of it before.”
“What’s that?” Thurman asked disinterestedly.
“Alternate fuel.”
“Alternate fuel?”
“Yeah. I discovered a solution that would totally enable us to replace fossil fuel. And the supply would be cheap, clean, environmentally friendly and work with an internal combustion engine.”
“What are you talking about?” Thurman said, finally interested. Even someone as marginally aware of events as Thurman knew how much a gallon of gas cost.
“Oil, man. We can get rid of oil.”
“Get rid of oil? But, but … how would the people at Exxon get by without their thirty nine billion dollars of annual profit?”
“Oh, poor Exxon,” Umberto snickered.
“Are you serious about all this?” Thurman asked.
“Yeah. It’s all in the transfer agent. All we had to do was find a plentiful energy supply and a way to transfer the energy.”
“So what’s the energy supply?”
“Cortisol.”
“Cortisol?”
“Yeah. Stress hormones.”
“What the heck are you talking about?!” Thurman asked, exasperated.
Umberto took his hand off his guitar and pointed triumphantly at Thurman.
“That!”
(All kinds of great authors in this anthology. Don't miss out! Order at www.echelonpress.com!)
Norm
www.normcowie.com
www.fangface.homestead.com
The Adventures of Guy
The Next Adventures of Guy
The Heat of the Moment
Missing (coming Feb 09)
Fang Face (humor vampire stuff, coming Aug 09!)
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