Showing posts with label Squatter's Rights. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Squatter's Rights. Show all posts

Thursday, July 2, 2020

GUEST POST BY KEVIN DOYLE




ABOUT THE BOOK



When private detective Sam Quinton sets out to solve the murders of a stripper and small-time gambler, he ends up in the middle of an organized crime war, testing Quinton’s loyalty to an old friend and making him the killers’ next target. While working to stay one step ahead of the killers, Quinton also has to safeguard the life of an elderly couple, who unwittingly hold the key to solving the murders and ending the war.


Book Details:


Title: Squatter’s Rights

Author: Kevin R. Doyle

Genre: mystery

Series: Sam Quinton

Publisher and date: Camel Press, March 2020

Print Length: 213 pages








GUEST POST WITH KEVIN DOYLE




A Day in the Life 



Describing a typical day in my life is a bit complicated, mainly because I have two distinct phases to the year. As a high-school teacher, for nine months I follow one pattern (though said pattern got a tad disrupted this spring), and for the other three months (eleven weeks usually) there’s a completely different pattern. And while a lot of people may look at those three summer months and imagine them to be nothing but playtime, that’s only how it used to be. Not so much anymore.
I work like the dickens all through the school year. I teach English, so by the time you factor in lesson prep and grading papers, you’re easily talking a total of fifty-five to sixty hours, on average, per week. I remember when I was younger thinking that teachers had such a cool job because they were done by three in the afternoon.

Uhm, no.

Not that way at all. 

On top of that, totally through my own choice, I have about a forty-minute commute to and from work. I’m usually up about 6:30 in order to get out the door by 7:00 and be to school by 8:00 (classes start at 8:30 each morning). 

The day usually goes non-stop until a little after three, and most days I’m on the road home by 3:45 or so. During the morning, I don’t mind the commute, as it’s a straight shot on the highway, mostly against traffic, and allows time to sort things out and plan the day in my head.

Driving the same distance back home is another matter. When the day’s over, I want it to be over and done. I just want to be home. So that commute home can be a bear some days.

Nighttime work usually begins right after dinner, and continues, off and on, till around ten or so. If this sounds excessive, you should have seen my first year. Nothing, but nothing that anyone said could have prepared me for that first year of teaching. I went about seven months straight rarely getting to bed before 1:30, if not later, including weekends. Things didn’t ease off until somewhere around the end of April.

(Several folks told me to just hang in there, that the second year would be easier. Which it was, though what shocked me was just how much easier it was. I’m talking something around the order of a third as much work the second year as the first.)

To put this in total context, for most of the time I’ve been writing it’s been mainly short stories. For years and years I pounded away at short stories, considering myself fortunate to have one or two see print during a given year. With that consideration, the teaching load didn’t impact my writing a whole lot because I wasn’t doing anything that took long, intense concentration.

However, as time went on my fiction began stretching longer and longer, resulting in now, where most of my work is in the 80,000 word range. This is when balancing the writing with the day job has become a bit of an effort. 

Even with my work load, I generally look for time to write during the school year. How much I do depends on what stage of work I’m involved with. If I’m doing the first draft of a book, where I have to spend a lot of time thinking things out, I generally shoot for about fifteen pages (more or less 3,600 words) a week. If I’m doing heavy revision, maybe twenty pages a week, and if I’m just doing edits I shoot for twenty-five pages a week.

Keep in mind, those are aspirations. Some weeks, especially when the grading is really intense (hello, senior research papers), I find it difficult to crank out even five pages. Most of the writing is done during the week, in the few hours between dinner and hitting the sack, with the weekends reserved mainly for grading and lesson prep.

It probably goes without saying that my schedule during the summertime is a bit more relaxed. Even so, more and more, I find myself longing back to the days when summer vacation meant actual vacation. Back when I was only writing short stories, I’d manage to churn out four or five during the summer, but it never felt like work. If an idea came to me, I’d sit down and hammer away at it until I finished, but there was never any rush or pressure. These days, with two series started up for two different publishers, things are quite a bit different.

My usual day during the summer involves getting up around six, a little earlier than I do during the school year, and if the weather’s good I pull off a couple of miles walking along the trails in town coupled with half an hour or so in the swimming pool. Then it’s time to sit down and get to work.

I’m usually writing off and on during the day, ending up somewhere around 9:00 at night. Obviously, I’m not writing this entire time. I take breaks, run errands, watch a little TV, and hit the pool every chance I get. I also manage a fair amount of traveling, usually doing two or three long trips during the summer break. 
 But the work is fairly scheduled. For instance, this summer I’m working on edits for the second Sam Quinton book, waiting to begin edits on a book for my Canadian publisher and trying to complete the third (final?) draft for a new standalone novel.

All fine and good, and it’s kind of gratifying to have this much opportunity presented to me. Sometimes, however, despite best laid plans and with no job to keep me on a tight schedule, I find myself drifting away, especially as the weather heats up and the pool beckons just a few feet away.

That’s why I keep an old-fashioned wall calendar next to my work space. To remind me that the time until the next school year begins (it is hoped) is ticking away, and I have to get to work.



OTHER BOOKS BY KEVIN DOYLE

The Group


When You Have to Go There


The Litter 




Coming in November 2020:
And the Devil Walks Away





ABOUT THE AUTHOR

A high-school teacher, former college instructor and fiction writer, Kevin R. Doyle is the author of two crime novels, The Group and When You Have to Go There, published by MuseItUp Publications, and one horror novel, The Litter, published by Night to Dawn Magazine and Books. This year also saw the release of the first book in his Sam Quinton mystery series, Squatter’s Rights, by Camel Press. He has had numerous short horror stories published in small press magazines. Doyle teaches high-school English in Missouri and is currently planning his retirement to the Gulf Coast.

Connect with Kevin:
Website  |  Facebook  |  Goodreads

Buy the book:
Amazon  |  Barnes and Noble

Check out Kevin's interview from May 15, 2020 here.

Friday, May 15, 2020

FEATURED AUTHOR: KEVIN DOYLE



ABOUT THE BOOK


When private detective Sam Quinton sets out to solve the murders of a stripper and small-time gambler, he ends up in the middle of an organized crime war, testing Quinton’s loyalty to an old friend and making him the killers’ next target. While working to stay one step ahead of the killers, Quinton also has to safeguard the life of an elderly couple, who unwittingly hold the key to solving the murders and ending the war.




Book Details:


Title: Squatter’s Rights


Author: Kevin R. Doyle


Genre: mystery


Series: Sam Quinton


Publisher: Camel Press (March 2020)


Print length: 213 pages







LOVE IT OR LEAVE IT WITH KEVIN R. DOYLE


A few of your favorite things:
a few of my favorite things are ice-cold Dr Pepper, 1970’s music and summer vacation.
Things you need to throw out: somehow, over the years I’ve collected dozens and dozens of wire hangars. Every now and then, I grab a handful to throw out, but the total amount never seems to diminish.


Things you need in order to write: solitude, not really a problem as I’m a confirmed bachelor with no kids or grandkids.
Things that hamper your writing: grading student work, though it’s rather unavoidable.


Things you love about writing: the thing I love most about writing is doing a first draft. I basically go seat-of-the-pants, so sitting down, idly typing and having a story roll out, often without knowing where it will end up, is kind of cool.
Things you hate about writing: conversely, one of the things I hate most is when edits start coming in from publishers. While I understand how necessary it is, by the time edits are done,  I’m often sick to death of what I once thought was a cool book. When The Litter came out, after a year and a half writing process, we did content edits, line edits, proof edits, and galleys within six months. By the time the book actually was released, I couldn’t even stand to think about it. At least for a while.

Easiest thing about being a writer: so far, knock on wood, coming up with ideas. Not that all of them work out.

Hardest thing about being a writer: not having time. As with the majority of folks who  pursue this, writing fiction does not count as my primary income, or even my secondary. Actually, last year I made more from short story reprints than from book sales. Even so, a few years back I looked around and saw I had a couple of books out, one or two more in the pipeline at various presses, and publishers willing to take a chance on me. At the time, I told several people, “I’d be enjoying the hell out of this if I didn’t still have to work.” Because I teach high-school English (lots and lots of grading), the majority of the year I can get very little sustained writing done. 


Things you love about where you live: my town is what’s known as an urban forest. There are sizable chunks of woodland patchworked within the city. Although I technically live in an urban area, I can often look outside my balcony and see deer walking along the tree line.
Things that make you want to move: the one thing above all that would make me move, and with retirement only a few years off I’m planning now, would be no beaches. When I travel, it’s usually down south as close to the coast as I can get.


Words that describe you: nerdy, bookish, frugal.
Words that describe you but you wish they didn’t: inflexible, stubborn.

Favorite foods: pizza, omelettes, chocolate.
Things that make you want to throw up: pickles, sauerkraut. Really anything with vinegar. 

Favorite song: it’s a tie between “I Honestly Love You,” by Olivia Newton John, and “Someone Saved My Life Tonight” by Elton John.
Music that make your ears bleed: rap, I just can’t understand it. I can make out maybe one word in ten.

Favorite beverage: it’s actually a tie. On one end is chocolate milk. On the other is Lost Trail Sugar Cane Cola from Louisburg Cider Mill in Louisburg, Kansas.

Something that gives you a pickle face: well, pickles.

Something you’re really good at:
Star Trek trivia. (The good shows/movies, not the crappy new shows/movies.)
Something you’re really bad at: any kind of math beyond basic arithmetic.

Something you wish you could do: I’d like to learn to scuba dive, mainly because I want to spend a night or two in Jules Undersea Lodge in Key Largo, Florida.

Something you wish you’d never learned to do: I don’t mind it now, but when I was a kid I wished for a while that I’d never learned how to snap my fingers. The day I finally figured it out, I ended up with blisters on my finger pads because I was snapping them so much.

Something you like to do: no-destination road trips. Grab a suitcase and some spending  money, then hit the road with no destination in mind. Come back home when the money runs out. 

Something you wish you’d never done: little league baseball. Hated it but was forced to endure for two seasons.


Last best thing you ate: black peppered porkchops in mushroom gravy.

Last thing you regret eating: they go by several names, but years ago one of my speech students showed us how to make what she called frogs’ eyes:  a pickle slice slathered in creme cheese and wrapped in lunch meat. Blecchh.

Things you’d walk a mile for:
seeing either Elton John or The Eagles in concert. Been lucky enough to see both acts twice.
Things that make you want to run screaming from the room: the idea of seeing Cher in concert. Love her early music (1970’s again), but went to one show and almost walked out.

Things you always put in your books: there’s always at least one death, even if of natural causes.

Things you never put in your books: gratuitous violence, though in the case of The Litter some might disagree.

Things to say to an author: where can I buy a copy of your book? (And actually mean it.)

Things to say to an author if you want to be fictionally killed off in their next book: where do you get your ideas? (Where the heck does anyone get ideas for anything?)

Favorite places you’ve been: I won’t give the name because I don’t want to ruin it, but years ago I stumbled upon a little town of, oh I don’t know, around three thousand people or so on the coast of Texas. It has an old, almost antique hotel on the shore. Not a tourist area, but one heck of a place to completely get away from it all.

Places you never want to go to again: my twenties—a horrible period of time for me.

Things that make you happy: summer vacation (I work as a teacher). 

Things that drive you crazy: freshmen.

Proudest moment: has to be getting the first acceptance letter for a short story. Even though a few months later the editor changed his mind, I still remember what it felt like to read that letter.
Most embarrassing moment: probably one night when I realized, five minutes before class, that I’d totally forgotten to do the assigned project for that night. It was a required graduate course, and the professor was the chair of the department. That was an incredibly awkward conversation.

Most daring thing you’ve ever done: in Louisville, Kentucky, you can go zip lining in an underground cavern. In some places, the cave floor is a couple of thousand feet down. Absolutely terrifying.

Something you chickened out from doing: attending college graduation, both times.

The last thing you did for the first time: eat conch fritters. 

Something you’ll never do again: eat conch fritters. Uggh.



OTHER BOOKS BY KEVIN DOYLE

The Group

When You Have to Go There

The Litter 






ABOUT THE AUTHOR 

A high-school teacher, former college instructor and fiction writer, Kevin R. Doyle is the author of two crime novels, The Group and When You Have to Go There, published by MuseItUp Publications, and one horror novel, The Litter, published by Night to Dawn Magazine and Books. This year also saw the release of the first book in his Sam Quinton mystery series, Squatter’s Rights, by Camel Press. He has had numerous short horror stories published in small press magazines. Doyle teaches high-school English in Missouri and is currently enmeshed in the editing stage of the second novel featuring Sam Quinton.


Connect with Kevin:

Website  |  Facebook  |  Goodreads  |  Amazon

Buy the book:

Amazon  |  Barnes & Noble