LOST COASTER: PICTORIAL WRITING HISTORY

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

PICTORIAL WRITING HISTORY

Ye olde writing room.
This is where I wrote everything now available.

In the winter it got so cold in this windowless shop, the ink in the ballpoint pens wouldn't work.

The Archives Book Store horror aisle sports a poster of reanimated corpse Will Todd covering his grave back up in THE MESMERIZER.

First print book.

Second print book.

First audio book.

Because of a book reading, I was asked to lead a band.

We became CrowMag.

Having had zero experience with music, ten months later we were on the radio.

I got paid for some of LOST COASTER to be serialized monthly. I really love that.

The Hemp Connection buys my books.

Branscomb Radio Shack buys my books.

Lots of businesses buy my books.

Much obliged!

Sometimes I'm invited to read. Always an honor.

I get local street cred as the movie reviewer for The Independent.

I used to write by hand more than I do lately. Need to get myself another nice li'l journal.

As much as I love seeing my books in a wide variety of stores around Humboldt County, even more than that I like seeing them gone.

I'm the Creative Writing instructor for College of the Redwoods at the Garberville site.

For six months on the first Thursday of every month
from 5:00 - 5:30 pm I presented my radio show
LOST COASTER.
I'll put the finished story in print this year with some short stories.

Thanks for checkin' out my literary action!

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Terry LaBarba's Review of DRIFTING ROOM

STORYTELLING THAT'S WILDLY POETIC

The story takes place in the small town of Madrani in the redwood forest. There were strange things going on that kept me engaged, the reason partly being due to the interesting narration and the main character’s voice. It reminded me of the descriptive ramblings of Arlo Guthrie doing "Alice’s Restaurant," only with higher octane.
It’s a casual read and then again it isn’t. The eventful but not overly complex story uses descriptive word groupings that, in itself, entertains. You will want to take your time and let the verbal constructs take hold. There were “caves of problematical intricacy,” and a trek through the forest mentioned trees with “boughs outstretched like gem-laden supplicants bearing offerings before the ancient giants.” Truly poetic.
When I read this mastery of words, I had to wonder if it easily flows to the author or does he take the time to labor over the most creative way to put together a concept or description? Stewart Kirby’s literary work comes across as play, seeming natural, yet brilliant. As far as being creative, the funny but creepy little twitching doll in this book is a good example. The names of the local businesses in this town were a hoot. There was also some twisted humor when one character builds the perfect, dirty sandwich (with not so nice intentions). It had me laughing out loud as the deed progressed.
The plot moved forward without a dull moment. I’m looking forward to the next book of “uncanny tales of the redwoods in the hugely Hippie haven of Humbaba County,” as Kirby calls them. I suspect it is just as campy, witty and fun as this one.