Shotgun Honey Presents Favorite Reads of 2019 (Part Three)
With just two weeks left in the year, we bring together a third group of writers and friends to recommend their favorite reads of 2019. It’s been a great bunch of titles that have added to my already towering TBR collection. So many potential gift selections for the book lover who celebrate the holiday seasons. […]
Debut of Writer Types with Eric Beetner and S.W. Lauden: Episode 1
Something pretty cool happened. What? The debut of a new podcast produced by Shotgun Honey alums Eric Beetner and S.W. Lauden. It features interviews, reviews, banter, and a reading from the Shotgun Honey archives. This episode Eric and Steve talk to Megan Abbott, Lou Berney, Steph Post. The dynamic duo (not Eric and Steve, or […]
The Seventh Day by S. W. Lauden
Sunday was great, but Monday is murder. Damned delivery showed up late and nearly got me fired. My boss has never met a problem he couldn’t blame on somebody else. That jackass has been freeloading since his daddy died and left him this repair shop. Spends most of his time in the big office upstairs, flirting with Sheri and making promises he can’t keep. Same ones I used to make when she was still my girl.
Tuesday is terrible. Got served a warrant on my lunch break. Ex-wife number two wants more of the money I don’t have. Says they’re gonna garnish my wages, make me pay what I owe her and more. She just wants her pound of flesh for what I did with Sheri. I wouldn’t change a thing if I had it to do over again. You only get a shot at a fine woman like that once in a lifetime.
Bad Citizen Corporation: An Interview with S.W. Lauden
Today we pull veteran Shotgun Honey editor Christopher Irvin back into the trenches to talk one on one with musician turned writer, avid indie book promoter, and dead eye interviewer himself, S.W. Lauden about his book BAD CITIZEN CORPORATION and his entrance into publishing. This makes a nice bookend to an interview that Lauden published […]
Range Life by S W Lauden
Roger finally made up his mind when he parked at the Van Nuys golf course. He had gone back and forth on the long drive from Malibu, but there was no way around it. The wheels were already in motion. Some sins could not be forgiven.
He checked his reflection in the mirror before climbing out. With the wraparound sunglasses and salt-and-pepper stubble he looked just like every other weekend warrior at this low rent facility. Roger opened the trunk and slid a club from his golf bag. The steel brief case that held his sniper rifle was locked tight beside a stuffed duffle bag. He didn’t usually travel around town like this, but he planned to disappear after today.
He slammed the door and went to buy a bucket of balls. The second level of the driving range was empty, just as he’d expected. He strode along in the blazing sun and claimed a spot at the far end. The smell of fresh cut grass filled his nose as he dropped a ball onto the rutted turf. It took a few practice swings to get the rhythm, but everything eventually clicked. His first drive bounced just short of 220-yards.
