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I write crime fiction and if accolades were dollars, I’d have some dollars. My style is shined up grit set in the places I know best: rural Michigan, southern Kentucky, and Tucson, Arizona.

I’m currently publishing with All Due Respect Books and I have a new book coming out in summer 2016. It’s called “Kill ‘Em with Kindness” ADR also published my first novel Love You to a Pulp in 2015.

I’ve got a few works in progress as the moment. And I’ll share more about that when the time comes.

So thanks for staying after my less than courteous greeting. Truth is, I’m a really nice guy until you get to know me. Here’s hoping that you do.

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This is a post I wish I would have given more time to, but the procrastinator got the better of me. Yes it’s about black friday, but I’m not ranting I promise. Please give it a read and share your thoughts.

So basically, people are forever bitching about black friday. The past couple years the sentiment has shifted from a generic anti-consumerism platitude to a more emotional plea for the employee and family. While these may be legitimate points of discussion, they detract from some hard realities of the world we live in, and given deeper consideration, we might find that our pressuring the brick and morters to close up shop might be doing more harm than good.

First let’s talk about the plight of the proletariat: Many people have to work the holidays, not just traditional retail. Police, fire, gas stations, fastfood, movie theaters (Very popular on the holidays.) And of course there is the additional inconsistency in that nobody seems to care about the other holidays on which people have to work. I worked a gas station job in college and yes, I would have like to be gassing my boat up for the labor day weekend too, but you know, somebody had to sell beer and smoke Marijuana in the cooler. And you know, seven bucks an hour wasn’t going to buy me much if a boat, let alone the gas to put in it.

The inescapable fact is that working the holidays is standard with many kinds of jobs and employees agree to as much when they take the job (I do think anyone working a holiday should be entitled to extra pay. It was true for me when I was in that line of work, I volunteered for every holiday.) Couple this with another hard truth: If the stores are closed, people are not getting paid. Im not saying thats right, im saying thats the way it IS. If these stores do close because of our snarky Facebook lists of “asshats who won’t delay the frenzy until we’re ready,” we’ve also managed to drive more traffic online, putting a greater cut into the man’s pocket, you know, that guy we wanted to protect the employees from? And guess what, now those people never have to come to the store. How about the day after off too? How about every day off? But at least the big boys still get theirs. And we get ours too, at worst a day later.

Is there any kind solution? Solution to what exactly? What’s the problem again? Who’s being victimized by whom?

Fuck if I know. Happy Festival, bitches.


Recommended Read: Love You To A Pulp by C S DeWildt


Great Recommendation of LOVE YOU TO A PULP

Originally posted on PAUL D. BRAZILL:

love you to a pulpGlue sniffing private eye Neil Chambers is hired to track down a small town pharmacist’s errant daughter and things very quickly spiral violently out of control.

In Love You To A Pulp, CS DeWildt  cleverly balances old school pulp fiction – pushed to the max – with a lyrical country noir/ coming-of-age story. Both story strands are smartly tied together in the book’s breathlessly violent conclusion.

Great stuff!

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Recommended Read: Love You To A Pulp by C S DeWildt

So I’ve got books…plus a new interview

Hello friends! It’s been so long since I’ve done a real update and this still ain’t it! The plan is to rework the old csdewildt.com and make it presentable for decent folk. But I am a lazy man with a novel to finish so it might be a bit. In the meantime, here are a few links.

My novel Love You to a Pulp is the gritty tale of a glue-huffing detective on the trail of a missing girl and a southern friend pill scheme. only $2.99 on Kindle!

My novella Candy and Cigarettes is the story of Lloyd Bizbang, a small town loner who’s been followed by death his whole life. Connected to a series of violent events by the Chief of police with an agenda of his own, Lloyd learns that that in the in the face of revenge, innocence is meaningless.

Dead Animals is a gritty collection of shorts and flash fiction. Some crimes, some transgressions, and few happy endings.

What’s a “flash novel”? Check out The Louisville Problem and find out!

Like I said before, new interview. Check it out!

So I’ve got books…plus a new interview

Sneak preview of new novella

Originally posted on Mike Monson:

Untitled psycho noir:

Chapter 1

Killing her was easy.

The killing was always the easy part. Want to kill a bitch? No problem. It’s just a couple simple steps.  Get a real sharp knife, come up behind her, pull her head back by her hair and then, well, commit. Fully commit to making a deep, long, ear-to-ear cut.

That’ll do it. Every time.

Next, just drop Helen or Amber or Nadine or whoever the fuck, and walk away. Just let go. If you’ve done it right, if you’ve actually fully committed, by the time you’ve walked to the nearest sink and cleaned off your knife, the little cutie will either be slowly bleeding out, or be dead already from lack of oxygen due to a severed trachea.

This is what Lancaster Messier had just done to Florence Hanratty. She never made a sound, which was satisfying because it gave Lancaster…

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