My lawyer wants me to plead temporary insanity, saying the grief got to me and all that, but that would just be so dishonest because I wasn’t overcome by grief. I just wanted to give Pop one last good send-off, a literal ride into the sunset. How was I to know that so much mayhem would come of it?
Stephen Blackmoore is a pulp writer of little to no renown who once thought lighting things on fire was one of the best things a kid could do with his time. Until he discovered that eyebrows don't grow back very quickly.
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As a writer he strives to be a hack. Hacks get paid.
He's not sure if hacks talk about themselves in the third person, though. That might just be a side effect of his meds.
His first novel, a dark urban fantasy titled CITY OF THE LOST will be coming out January 3rd, 2012 through DAW Books and will be available at all the fashionable bookstores. Hopefully some of the seedier ones, too.
His short stories and poetry have appeared in Plots With Guns, Needle, Spinetingler, Thrilling Detective, Shots, Demolition, Clean Sheets , Flashing In The Gutters and a couple of anthologies with authors far better than he is.
Occasionally he gets off his fat ass and helps edit (i.e. reads slush) NEEDLE: A MAGAZINE OF NOIR. You should buy a copy. Really. It's good.
He is represented by The Tartan Ninja, Allan Guthrie at Jenny Brown Associates
You can even stalk him on Twitter
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