The Buick, The Airbag, and The Lifetime Debt (New Book Teaser).|

Oh, yeah. That’s the stuff. I got Wild Turkey on the rocks and “Mixed Emotions” by Kaleo on the turnta

ble. Let’s get nuts (cheers!)

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Look, I’m not a smart man. I’m sure you’ve already figured that out. It’s officially been one month since the release of The Woman in Black and I’m closing in on 75 copies being sold.

Mostly E-book. Mostly free, as it was during the free promotional period.

But that’s neither here nor there. Do I wish the story was perfect? Absolutely. Are there errors? Tremendously. It pains me that even after the painstaking edits and reviews, rewrites, and more reviews, there are still errors. Some minimal (like dialogue and phrasing). Others catastrophic (like the mentioning of an air bag in a 1966 Buick Skylark when airbags in the Skylark didn’t come out till 1993).

I swear, I thought I researched it properly. But according to my notes, it was a “general” search of automobiles and not specifically the Buick Skylark. So, to the anonymous user in my hate mail inbox (company email), I am sorry. Trust me. It gives me ulcers too, and if it makes you feel any better, I am writing a five-page essay on the history of GM safety features right after this glass.

But if Sleep Tight by J.H. Markert can have a grammatical error on page 71, then I say, “Hey, fuck it! Who gives a shit?” Perfection is for chumps and people who own yachts. I’m a writer, not a deity. I’m also a guy with a keyboard and an expensive habit, so excuse me for making history slightly worse…a history to an Earth that doesn’t exist…and a history to an Earth that will have space and time breached in a novel currently In Development so maybe the Skylark did have airbags in 1976?

On a positive note, The Street King will be the next novel to be released, and I am shooting for an early 2026 release date. It’s a street racing story about family. I know. It’s been done before. But the main character is really f’d up and watching him fail has been quite a hobby for me. So, hey, fuck it. Maybe you’ll love him, maybe you’ll hate him, maybe you’ll love to hate him. Just don’t expect a street racing story where family is the code and cars are dropping from space or shooting out of the ocean (I have no idea if Fast and Furious has done that yet, but it sounds about right).

Look, I know I’m talking to a wall here (judging from the few visitors on my site report; I doubt anyone will read this). So, Wall, consider this a promise: I’m publishing The Street King with or without the air bag.

To the few who are reading this, go buy a copy of The Woman in Black so I can afford better bourbon, and if you really want to make me a better writer, send your crap (your criticism) here:  richardmg@thedarkwrite.com   

Focker, out.