|JCP News • Issue 10 • October 2008
Beautiful, Mysterious and Bizarre: Erotica by Jordan Castillo Price
BEETING AROUND THE BUSH
Every summer, we buy a half "share" in an organic farm. Which means that every other week, I pick up a crate of vegetables, and I have no idea what's going to be in there, and we have to figure out how to eat it all before it goes bad.
Last week's big surprise? Beets.
There's a recipe that (oddly enough) the male in my household enjoys, but I usually don't. I went out on a limb the last time I prepared it and left out the garlic. Because garlic and apples? Not my favorite combo. Now, without the garlic, I love it. Here it is, for your autumnal enjoyment.
Beet and Fruit Salad
* 1 1/2 pounds beets
Boil beets in a saucepan with water to cover, taking care to leave the stem end and the root end intact. Small, tender beets may take as little as 20 minutes. Large, older beets may take 1 to 1.5 hours to cook. (I'm guessing you could also cheat and use canned beets).
Cool. Peel cooked beets and chop. Peel the apples and oranges, and chop.
Mix the rest of the ingredients, toss with the beets and fruit, and chill. Served topped with slivered almonds.
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From Zero Hour
"You promised me you'd stay with me."
So. Will didn't take promises lightly either. "And?"
"You don't think I want to live here forever, do you?"
Ernest looked at the basement. It was spacious. They could clean it up. "Where else would we live?"
Will stared at Ernest's eyes. His expression wasn't much like any of the ones on the wallpaper of Ernest's POD. Ernest stared back and tried to deduce what it might be. Serious? Concentration.
"We can get out of here. Me and you. And be together."
It's been a writing extravaganza at Casa Price. I've finished the first draft of Camp Hell, I'll have the fifth and final Channeling Morpheus story coming out in December, and I've got a free read up at Changeling Press' newsletter, Cheeky Changeling. I've been busy!
I've also got a story brewing that I'm not sure what I'll do with. Maybe it will be the next Zero Hour, when Zero Hour's over, if my intended target doesn't want it.
I'm curious as to what readers would like to see in that newsletter slot after I wrap up Zero Hour. Another serial? Or maybe flash fiction? Or little interludes from existing series--which would mean either PsyCop or Channeling Morpheus, which is slated to have a followup series in 2009. I can't imagine juggling more series than that.
Pop in on this LiveJournal thread and tell me what you'd like to see. I'm open to suggestions!
PsyCop property's selling better than I thought, so thank you, all of you who've bought a copy. I'm looking into taking wholesale orders from JCPbooks.com soon, so that retailers (small bookstores) can order in bulk.
I wonder if anyone else would be interested in a bulk order, for instance, if you're not technically a reseller, but you wanted to sell some on eBay, or give copies to your friends. I was thinking about offering bulk orders of 5 copies or more at 25% off the cover price. Email me if you've got an interest in something like that.
Pretty soon you'll be able to buy your ebooks from me directly in PDF, mobi, lit or html and pay with Google Checkout. I'll keep you posted on the developments.
And finally, today I noticed that PsyCop: Partners was in the top ten bestsellers in two categories on Amazon today - Erotic Horror and Gay Erotica. Go, Vic and Jacob!
I'm giving away a set of PsyCop: Partners and Property to one person on my email list in September, October and November. October's winner, chosen from among my newsletter subscribers by random.org, is richvierling366. Email me by10/31/08 at Jordan (at) psycop (dot) com with your shipping address and I'll get your books out to you! Prizes not claimed by the deadline will be rolled into future giveaways.
September's prize was claimed, shipped and received :D
Channeling Morpheus: a Midwestern Vampire Tale
Obsidian Bookshelf posted a spiffy review of Tainted, and one detail Ms. Kovalin touched on was very gratifying. She says, "...there is the uniquely American sense of place. Bill and Michael exist in a world of truck-stops and strip-malls and vast physical terrain crossed in all-night drives with the radio on to keep you awake. To have this strong a setting, especially in the short novel form, is exceedingly rare." Read the rest of this review at Obsidian Bookshelf.
I'm not a native Midwesterner, but I've assimilated pretty well, and I've lived somewhere in the middle of the country since I was 18. I probably couldn't have told you how it was different from anywhere else until I traded inner-city Chicago for small-town Wisconsin. It's different up here. Very different. I remember one Saturday afternoon, I asked the store clerk for the Sunday paper. That's when it always came out in Chicago, after all. The clerk laughed at me and wondered why I needed to read the paper so early.
It's taken me a couple of years to match my timing up with everyone else's. Now, I prefer the pace. It's not worth going ballistic because the guy in front of you at the bank is chatting up the teller.
When I was gathering ideas for Tainted, I took a trip to Dubuque, IA with my feelers out, hoping to pick up on some bit of local color that might add an interesting detail or two to my story. I'd hoped to have Michael playing poker to raise some cash, but as I walked through the casino, I decided the idea felt all wrong. There was a sort of resolute desperation in the casino that might have been interesting in some other context, but didn't really seem to add anything to Michael and Wild Bill's relationship. Also, I was probably the only person under seventy in the whole building. However, the slot machines had been kind enough to pay for our day trip, so I wasn't too concerned about my lack of story material.
Inspiration struck at lunch. I looked over the buffet, the rows and rows of cake and pie slices, the ubiquitous turkey and roast beef and grayish canned green beans, and thought, "Wild Bill would want Michael to eat one of everything while he watched." And then I thought, "You've got to be kidding, you can still smoke in here? Bill would totally have a hard-on."
So you can imagine how tickled I was that the truck stops and the grubby van and the highway stretching between cornfields came through loud and clear. I love the Midwest, especially the four-lane highways that seem to go on and on and on, and the sky stretching over the top of it, so vast it feels like you can't even see it all in one take. And I love the thought of a vampire and a vampire hunter traveling down that highway together.
Channeling Morpheus stories 1 through 4 are available at Changeling Press!
Look for Channeling Morpheus 5: Rebirth in December!
And how about a free copy of Channeling Morpheus: Tainted? Post your favorite line from any of the first three Channeling Moprheus Stories to this LiveJournal Thread, and I'll pick a winner for a free copy of book four.
Zero Hour - Chapter 10
It seemed like Ernest couldn't do anything other than breathe for a very, very long time. Will fit his body against Ernest's side and lay his head on Ernest's shoulder. Ernest hung between wakefulness and sleep for a long while. He floated in a hypnogogic trance with Will beside him.
He slept eventually, even though it seemed that the whole time he was aware of being uncomfortably horizontal, and his shunt wasn't plugged into anything, and the cushion he lay on was lumpy and hard.
He must have slept, because one moment he was floating in the cool lantern-lit dimness, and the next there was sunlight slanting in through cracks in the boards that covered old windows set high up in the walls, and a bird was chirping from a mass of straw up in the rafters.
Ernest turned his head. Will slept deeply, one arm thrown over Ernest's chest. Ernest studied Will's face. There were fine lines at the corners of his eyes, and one vertical crease between his eyebrows that was almost invisible now, but would sharpen when he scowled. His skin was darker than Ernest's, and lightly freckled. Sun exposure. Hard to discern his age. Thirty? It seemed possible. Unless homo sapiens aged differently.
If Will even was a homo sapien.
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