I've decided to self-pub my three novels. ALICE & HER GRAND BELL will be first, early 2015.
It tells concurrent stories of two families—unwittingly related—and two eras. It goes like this: At the brink of the first Gulf War, 18-year-old Brock dreads his sister's deployment in the Gulf while he seeks answers for twin brothers lost to Vietnam. Instead, he discovers his father's secret about dodging World War II and a legendary family Civil War hero is exposed as no more than a deserter. The parallel story deals with Grace—born of the rape of her mother by that same Yankee deserter—and her family's journey through the South's Reconstruction. Grace grows from teenage baseball writer to venerable whistle-blower—fighting for Woman's Suffrage and the Cincinnati Reds, and against the Indiana KKK and most everything else.
What people are saying about ALICE & HER GRAND BELL:
Hello, I'm Grace. Mr. Tinkham wrote this book, in part, about me. I am long dead. There's a lot of death in my story (but a lot of laughs, too). My sister's father died during the Civil War (at Fort Pillow before the massacre). My father, a Yankee deserter, raped my mother and died soon after, having left behind his guns for my mother to shoot him dead with. I became a journalist of some note and was murdered shortly after finding out who assassinated my step-father. Confused? Don't feel bad, why even this Tinkham fellow seems unsure of just how I died.
Brock McCoy here. Half the book concerns me chasing demons and secrets from my family's past. I'd like to thank Mr. Tinkham for sending me up to Toronto and putting me in love with an incredible woman more than twice my age. Of course, once she came to her senses and dumped me...well, nothing quite worked out with girls my own age. Thankfully Mr. Tinkham provides enough confusion in my life to keep my mind off such things.
I'm Peaches. As a Greyhound-traveling-pill-freak, I terrorized Brock early in the book but, by the end, his sister touts me as her savior. How 'bout that? I'd actually like to thank Mr. Tinkham for allowing me to clean up my act and become a worthwhile member of ALICE & HER GRAND BELL.
write under their noses
This website is an attempt to explain my novels and myself. The photos below are characters from my other two (unpublished) novels, NO HAPPIER STATE and BONUS MAN.
*Susan Tinkham, my talented sister, gets credit for adroitly slipping my mug in where Teddy's ought to be. All photos are used without permission and will likely disappear quickly (lest I find myself in legal trouble). She is currently at work on the cover for Alice...*Susan Tinkham, my talented sister, gets credit for adroitly slipping my mug in where Teddy's ought to be. All photos are used without permission and will likely disappear quickly (lest I find myself in legal trouble). She is now working on the cover for Alice...
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September 11 at 7pm. Black Dog Coffee & Wine Bar, 308 Prince Street, St. Paul.
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Monday, June 30, 2014
“Or he would ride away on his huge, darkly thundering Harley-Davidson 80, trying to forget, morbidly dwelling on what he'd meant to put behind him—how David had once laughed, cake in his fists; how he'd once patched a chair with precocious skill—or Dale Hawthorne would think, for the hundredth time, about suicide, hunting in mixed fear and anger for some reason not to miss the next turn, fly off to the right of the next iron bridge onto the moonlit gray rocks and black water below...”
Saturday, June 28, 2014
With my time I've written a new query letter, per Sheri Joseph's--the conference fiction guru--suggestions. Took a couple hours and it's much better. The sun peeked out and I took a last walk around Diamond Point Park. I sat at the very point and looked out over Lake Bemidji. A binocular-like contraption on a stand stood right in front of me. I thought to look out through it but decided against it--I liked the vastness of the lake and didn't want to diminish it. A kid--maybe eight--ran by me and right up to the binocular set-up. He looked out, then turned to what I assume was his sister and yelled, "Look! Can see the ocean bigger!" His sister ran up and took the quickest possible look before running after her brother.
With the wind blowing in, the waves actually crashed against the shore. I got up to come back here and write about the boy. Walking along the lake I watched a bunch of older kids swimming out past signs that read: DANGER! DROP-OFF. NO SWIMMING! They were plenty old enough to read, so they obviously took this as an invitation. Gimme a kid who doesn't know a lake from an ocean any day...
It's pouring rain right now and they're probably still swimming.