Thought I meant ‘me’ until you saw the download part, didn’t you? Today sees the publication of my e-book/story “Diary of a Fluky Kid.” When I was approached by Fierce Ink’s Colleen McKie about writing one of these (this is the 18th Fierce Short they’ve released) I didn’t have to think too hard, since I’d already been considering a story for them. The real challenge was to produce something not just readable, but good during a hectic time (xmas, snowstorms, trying to earn a living freelancing). Thanks to my writer friends for the feedback (Beth Janzen, Kerry-Lee Powell, Jeff Bursey, Elizabeth Blanchard, Andre Touchburn) and to Colleen and Kimberly Walsh at Fierce Ink.
For more on the story, what it’s all about and of course to download it, see this link:
Fluky kid at bat for the win, pollsters. See here:
I like the encapsulation:
From a young age Lee D. Thompson lived and breathed baseball even if he didn’t take to the sport at first. Trouble was, as a bookish kid and a daydreamer, he was never really great at it. Thompson played in little league where he lived too much in his head to do much of anything but strike out.
Eventually he and his childhood friends started playing their own versions of the great game in backyards and basements, away from the pressures of organized sports. With no other teams to play against, winning became less important than the bonding between his friends and their fathers. When his own dad passes away suddenly at Christmas one year Thompson becomes acutely aware of these ties.
Diary of a Fluky Kid paints a coming of age story in nine innings along with poignant and humorous short stories from Thompson’s childhood.
E – Everyone over ten: Content is suitable for everyone but may contain mild violence and language and minimal suggestive themes
Pre-orders can be placed here:
Official release is February 11. I will be enkindled.
Here are some cover options (early mock-ups) for the e-book/story with Fierce Ink press. The boy in the yellow cap is me. Which one do you like best? I was sent six, but three didn’t do it for me. These are the three that do, sort of. The one of me isn’t as great a photo, but it’s… me. And that means something, but perhaps only to me…