Happy Halloween with Updates

If you've seen the film The World's End, you'll get my Gary King costume. If not, you'll just think I'm just some goth trying to relive his glory days. Anyway, Happy Halloween!

As far as updates go, Wivenhoe Park is out in paperback and kindle and the customer reviews thus far  have been amazing. I'm really blown away!

I haven't posted much about my running lately but my workouts have been going OK. I haven't raced since August and I've actually enjoyed the brief break from competition. I've been racing hard year round for close to ten years and it does take a toll on your body. I will most definitely do the Reindeer Run in early December -- that's one of my favorite local races. I also plan on staying in good shape over the winter as I want to do some fast races early in the Spring. The plan is that I'll be doing a book tour in late April-early May, so I may not get much of a chance to run then. 

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Book Finally Out! First Official Review

I know things have been ridiculously slow on this blog, but after a bit of a hiatus, I have a lot of good news. My novel Wivenhoe Park is finally out -- the photo above is my cat Ike posing with the finished product. The official launch party will be at Last Exit Books in Kent on November 8. Kevin Coral, who played in the criminally underrated Witch Hazel Sound will be DJing. He has a seriously awesome record collection and will be spinning tons of tunes from the era that the novel takes place in (mid 1980s).

A big box of books just arrived to sell at that event. For those unable to attend the official launch party, the book is now available in paperback and Kindle editions. My favorite music magazine, The Big Takeover, will be reviewing Wivenhoe Park in their next issue (out some time next month I think). You can find The Big Takeover at cool record stores and places like Barnes and Noble. Here's the review by the Editor/Publisher Jack Rabid:

What a fun novel with sneaky depth. BT’s own Vendetta brings back an ’80s era when a stunning, now-legendary post-punk/indie rock scene was blazing in Britain, yet this time, unlike with punk rock, a smaller slice of Americans followed its brilliance. He slyly evokes this in a coming-of-college-age story of throwing off the influence (and snares) of normal Middle American life by instead immersing himself into the thick of the NME/Melody Maker/Sounds-fed maelstrom in England itself (while seeing a bit of the continent). The scenes of hot concerts, encountering the new albums, and meeting key players such as Creation Records impresario Alan McGee are as vivid as the romantic angst of an early 20-something negotiating the love/sex conundrum and the constant worrying about identity and career—it’s all as funny as thoughtful. And I didn’t see the ending coming, either.

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