April Tompkins' Book Trailers

April wanted me to show off her book trailers, for which I (and only I) can take credit.

I don't actually mind being April's publicist. It's an artistic outlet, and April's a good writer, but a bad, bad techie. I would say that I'd take a percentage of her profits if she had any. But hope springs!

Trust me, the books are good. April is my friend; yet I read her scribblings with a jaundiced eye.

Look over there ~ on the right-hand side of my blog ~ and click on the covers to purchase either or both of her books. April would greatly appreciate it, and if she'll tell you that herself (but make me type it).
 

 

 

My work is done.

We Interrupt This Blog...

Please buy this book so April, who is too lazy to start her own blog, apparently, will stop begging to hijack mine in her shameless attempt to shill her wares. It's not enough that I've linked her book over in the right-hand column, claiming territory that I could use for "fun" things.

Honestly, it's a good book, but come on...

Now April (the web-hapless author) has somehow managed to create her own Spotify playlist for the book. I admit, listening to the songs brought the story back to me in all its stark intensity. Still...

I got this email from April:

Hey!

Do you mind including my Spotify playlist on your blog? I worked on this a long time, and it wasn't easy, because Splotify isn't user friendly.

I promise I'll start my own blog soon and I'll include any stupid stuff you write. What do you use? Wordpress or whatever it's called?

You are awesome!

How could I resist? I am, after all, awesome.

My job is done...

April Tompkins Has A Video!

Altruistic as I am known to be, I wanted to share April Tompkins' latest book video. I think it's awesome.

I am honored she chose to use Red River's music as the backdrop for her video. In case you don't know about Red River, you can find us here. 

I urge you to buy April's novel, Radio Crazy. It's a "crazy" ride. Unintentionally funny at times; dark and scary at others, April's characters act like real people; often annoyed and put-upon, until circumstances converge to create terror and mayhem. 

April is somebody I thought I knew well, until I read her prose. Then -- what the hell? I might be a bit wary to stroll down to the cafeteria with her, come Monday.