For the first time, I’ve got stories available for the Kindle and NOOK. (Versions for the iPad and other formats will follow soon.)
After David slays Goliath, he falls head over heels in love with himself. But he’s not alone. King Saul’s daughter Michal intends to become his wife even if her father offers her sister’s hand in marriage.
It’s a love story with a smile.
“Beloved” first appeared in The Trouble with Heroes, edited by Denise Little, DAW books, November, 2009.
Available on the Kindle and Nook for 99 cents.
“The conclusion turns [the reader's assumption] on its head in a funny and honest way. I also found the last line in this story to be the funniest of the anthology by far.”
– review site Grasping the Wind
Back to the Garden
Cherubim and a flaming sword guard the Garden of Eden, but the Devil provides Cain with a magical blade of his own. Cain intends to fight his way in and become a god.
“Back to the Garden” by David H. Hendrickson was first published in Swordplay, edited by Denise Little, DAW books, June, 2009.
Available on the Kindle and Nook for 99 cents.
I had a run-in with Microsoft Word’s spellchecker today while working on a chapter in my latest novel. My villain referred to my hero as a little pissant, but the spellchecker auto-corrected that to a little puissant.
I’m sure all of you know what a pissant is. Some of you may even thing I’m one. But here’s what puissant means according to dictionary.com.
–adjective Literary .
powerful; mighty; potent.
So the two words are direct opposites, not to mention that if you called my villain puissant he just might pistolwhip you.
So here’s your homework, boys and girls. Go open a Microsoft Word document, type in the word pissant, override any auto-correct that takes place, and run the spellchecker. When it flags the word pissant, add it to your dictionary.
Be a puissant writer, not a pissant.
Every writer hopes to adorn the cover of his book with a glowing quote from another writer, the more prominent and respected the better.
I’ve been collecting these “blurbs” for Cracking the Ice and figure it’s time to start sharing them. So here’s the first one.
Joyce Carol Thomas has a list of awards that makes you shake your head in admiration and say, “Wow!” She’s what writers want to be when they grow up. Since a full list would go on too long, here’s her Top Ten awards and honors.
- The National Book Award
- The American Book Award
- Outstanding Book of the Year, The New York Times
- Outstanding Woman of the 20th Century
- Coretta Scott King Honor Award Book, (three awards)
- Poet Laureate Award, Center for Poets and Writers
- Kirkus Reviews Editors’ Choice
- Best Book for Young Adults, American Library Association
- Teacher’s Choice Award, International Reading Association
- Parents’ Choice Award Winner
Here is what the esteemed Ms. Thomas had to say about my upcoming book.
“I started reading your amazing Cracking the Ice manuscript and could not put it down. Jessie Stackhouse’s generosity, hope, and intelligence touched my heart. Usually I go to bed early; however, I kept reading Cracking the Ice until I turned to the last page.”
I hope all of you have the same reaction when you read it in May.
There’s something wrong about a magazine having its Table of Contents on page 38 and what’s more, it not being a complete table but rather one that just lists the feature stories. If you want a listing of the columns — and yes, it was a column I was looking for in Vanity Fair — you have to flip to page 64.
I mean, I get it. The whole idea is for me to flip through 37 pages of advertisements in search of Table of Contents, Part I, and then flip through more pictures of blue-eyed women and guys looking like I never have nor never will look like to get to Table of Contents, Part II.
But here’s the thing. I’m not going to shop at Hugo Boss or Ralph Lauren or Bloomingdale’s just because I flipped, annoyed, past their advertisements. I won’t start using Clinique spot remover or wearing Guess apparel, not even that fishnet-and-garters thingie on page 22.
I was wondering if Vanity Fair might not do those of us without a shopping gene in our bodies a favor by granting us a special edition that has the Table of Contents right on pages one and two.
Then I took a closer look at the cover and saw that Vanity Fair is already providing a special edition that goes even one better. If you look really closely (and squint a bit if you’ve got eyes like mine), you can see the page number in very fine print of every article showcased on the cover.
So to Vanity Fair, I salute you and say in the immortal words of Emily Litella, “Never mind.”
According to a friend on Facebook (I’m too lazy to look it up), 73 percent of people polled by Newsweek thought the question, “Do you believe in miracles,” was a good question for a first date.
My thought is that it’s a matter of context. It all depends on whether it’s a reference to religion, the 1980 Olympic hockey team, or whether they’ve got a shot at getting lucky.
I woke up at 2:59 this morning to a loud crash. I thought sure someone was in the house but my search (wielding, of course, a fearsome steak knife) turned up nothing.
Some detective work after I got up concluded that it must have been snow avalanching off the back roof onto the bulkhead. But I can’t really tell because you can only see that part of the roof from the backyard and I’m not willing to trudge through snow that deep to find out for sure.
The alternate theory is that the crash in the night is connected to me reading Stephen King’s Full Dark, No Stars right now. The supporting evidence? The snow on the roof at the front of the house hasn’t moved an inch and remains about two or three feet high.