Tom Swift Writer’s Notebook

Although we’re still months before the pub date, someone alerted me to the fact that apparently a few copies have begun to show up online. Hey, just in time for Valentine’s Day! Your sweetie will think you’re so romantic.

Question: I found your site looking for information about the Tom Swift people actually read about. Can you point me in the right direction?
Answer: Ouch. That hurts. Not like sitting on a bicycle without the seat, but it hurts.
I mean, really, do you doubt that I walk along a repelatron skyway? OK, try this link [...]

Can dogs see ghosts? Or are they just stupid?
Barry sometimes barks in a curious way, while darting back, as though there is something in front of him when definitely there is not. At least not according to my human eyes.

As you have already noticed, I take advantage of the fact that the Deep South is fodder for ridicule. Of course, that’s an easy dig — like picking on functional adults who spend time reading about Paris Hilton. So I feel the need to mention good things about Dixie (if and when I sees ‘em).
The [...]

There are many signs that life is different here than in the home state. My favorite so far is, literally, a sign I saw posted on the side of the highway: two gold teeth for $100.
Let me know if you need a pair.

My publisher has kindly added a post about the book to its blog. If you have all your laundry done and your toenails clipped, check it out. Their spring/summer 2008 catalog is also worth a look. As I frequently tell people, I am fortunate to work with UNP, one of the country’s foremost publishers of [...]

Twenty-four hours a day I can engage a machine, slip in a card, punch a few numbers, and receive cash and a piece of paper telling me not only how much cash I just received but how much cash is remaining in my checking out (not bloody much, usually, but that’s beside the point).
How is [...]

Question: Is that your name or did you make it up to sound more like a serious writer?
Answer: My real name is Boris Schimanski and my friends call me BS for short. Actually, that’s not true. They call me BS for another reason. In truth, my name generates a fair number of reactions when people [...]

The next thing you know you wake up spread out in an awkward position somewhere other than your own bed … your mouth open and so dry you could swear there’s a bone in there … wearing remnants of the party … beside a stranger whose name you can’t place.

To celebrate the end of his first week in captivity (I haven’t made any fatal mistakes — yet), tonight we took Barry to Mardi Gras to see a raucous parade and meet Crash Davis. And it didn’t take long before I learned an invaluable lesson: If your goal is to acquire a lot of beads [...]