Sunday, April 14, 2013


My writer's path has been both logical and clear cut - from a blog named after an obscure Ukrainian to to Craig Sager fiction to Forum Blue and Gold links and finally, a novel about a kidnapped movie dog with diabetes. I have been rewarded with great riches for my efforts, having sold a grand total of ten eBooks to date. I am convinced now more than ever that I have found the true golden thread.

The history of electronic books goes way back to 1930 when Bob Brown predicted a machine that would evolve the art of reading, even considering a future in which the written word could be recorded 'directly upon the palpitating ether'. Various inventions ensued over the coming decades but the words didn't really hit the fan until the introduction of the Sony Reader in 2006 and the Amazon Kindle in 2007. Electronic devices are now the preferred mode of consumption - Amazon alone recorded over $61 billion for all media revenue in 2012. Is it so wrong to salivate over a slice of cyber-pie?

Friends have been mostly circumspect about my new venture, neither encouraging or discouraging. It's a wise move - the path of least resistance when somebody you know writes 300 pages about an advertising executive, three wannabe young white gangstas and a half-baked crime. I'm not complaining though. I'm meeting new friends who churn out boatloads of literary marvels about steely-eyed assassins and passionate widow women heading along the dusty trail to a life of loneliness way out west. I have been told the proper way to market one's work is by tweeting it every five minutes rather than every few days. I'm trying to imagine how that would fly alongside discussions of Kobe's pop heard 'round the world.

But where's the free stuff? For those unable to contain their want, look to the right hand margin. See the large Coma Dog widget that looks like a reader with a little blue arrow at the lower left corner? That's the mother lode. Don't be alarmed by the initial jumble of words on the title page – simply choose your font and line spacing and click “apply”. The typeset will crystallize and carry you away to 58 pages of unabashed joy.

I know that some may find the first chapters a bit slow. Not to worry, it's a thrill ride from page 60 on. Of course, that will cost you $2.99 which is two bucks more than when I first wrote this post. Bummer. If you're a clever person you can read it for free at Goodreads but I'm not telling you how. Regardless, don't you want to know if Peppy lives or dies? Don't you want to know whose blood pools on the dirty floor of the Fabulous Forum?

Harry Debec was a child of the sixties, born between two worlds. He came into advertising at a time when the old ways were still the stuff of legends, as technology was just beginning its virulent explosion. It was the corridor between martini lunches and coffee bars, a time when print advertising still meant something, when there were still three networks and then four and soon hundreds more. Computers and video changed everything, illustrators went out of business, keypads took over the earth, the internet devoured conscious hours like a flesh-eating disease, new media existed in ever shortening cycles, louder, faster and cheaper trumping almost every known aspect of marketing.

The stories about Lindsay Lohan and Michael Phelps never did lead to a job with Rolling Stone and ESPN has yet to offer their Page 2 slot. I may yet write novellas about nubile zombie girls and I may not. Words can be addictive though in all their many forms and fashion. Is Peppy the diabetic dog so far removed from the Jim Kjelgaard books I cherished as a kid? Then again, the Big Red stories didn't feature junkie directors or a Pilates babe. Conquering the literary world, ninety-nine cents at a time. All the vampires, are walkin' through the valley...


  1. Can't wait to read it Dave. Love your writing style.