Thriller fiction and Non-fiction
Well, the cat is out of the bag. The next Mike Scott novel has Mike returning to Grand Cayman for the 10th anniversary of my first adventure novel Cayman Cowboys!
I talked to Greg Holt host of Scuba Radio about it on Saturday. Listen to my appearance on the show below.
My appearance on Scuba Radio, the World’s First Radio Show Devoted to Diving 9-20-14. We talked about the scuba dives I made recently with my dad. And the inspiration behind many of the Mike Scott dive adventures. If you’ve never listened to Scuba Radio, you’re missing out!
You can see the video I made of diving with my dad in Summersville Lake here.
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Working with the fine folks at DUI – Diving Unlimited International, we ran a contest to giveaway a copy of my latest dive adventure novel, Heart of the Maya. In the book, Mike Scott dons a DUI drysuit for his dives underneath an Adena Indian burial mound.
We had such a good response to the contest we decided to give away three copies of Heart of the Maya.
The winners are:
Signed copies of the novels will go out in the mail this week.
If you didn’t win, you can still get your very own copy on Amazon. If you want a signed copy, contact Eric directly at eric @ booksbyeric.com.
For more information about the book, and the opportunity to read the first three chapters, visit the book description page..
A few weeks ago I had the cool opportunity of diving with my dad…it was two days after his 76th birthday.
We’ve dived together several times before, but it didn’t happen in the order you might think. He didn’t learn to dive until after I had moved to California to work for PADI. He told me it was something he was interested in and I hooked him up with an instructor friend back in West Virginia. Our first dives together were in California when he came out for a visit. I wrote an article about it that was published in PADI’s Undersea Journal in early 1999. (Unfortunately, I have lost my copy of that story.)
We’ve dived together several times since then, in West Virginia and North Carolina. There is just something cool you about diving across generations. My daughters are old enough to dive, but neither one has told me they are interested in it yet…and I won’t push them. It has to be their decision. It would be really cool to dive with my daughters, my wife and my dad all at the same time, but I seriously doubt that is going to happen.
Regardless, this is a typical Saturday morning at Summersville Lake around Winter Access when you go diving with your dad for his birthday.
Enjoy!
(I originally posted this video to YouTube right after we went out, but my website was being rehabbed so I didn’t post it there. Fixing that today.).
Loren Eaton really likes flash fiction. Until I got involved with his Advent Ghosts project, I’d never tried it. His particular brand of flash fiction is telling a complete story in 100 words. Not more. Not less. It can be a lot of fun. And it can also be challenging. Sometimes what is most important is what is left unsaid.
You can see some of my other attempts at flash fiction here.
Loren also compiles what he calls the Commonplace Book, which is really a reference he uses to collect random tidbits that may show up in stories later. Today he posted a video showing a silenced shotgun. It was pretty amazing to see the shooter rapid-fire a 12-gauge shotgun and all you hear are “clicks” as the semi-automatic action racks a new shell into the chamber.
And both of our minds went spinning. I mentioned a collaborative project and he said “100 word story”. And sometimes, especially on a Friday, that’s all it takes.
Demonstration
The room was eerily quiet as the wooden door caved in, blown from its hinges.
Just before each splintering crash, Eric heard a click. Crabwalking across the room, in the back of his mind, he wondered if he was going to live through this demonstration.
“I guess he did it. Loren was able to put a silencer on a 12-guage.”
Eric looked up to see his friend enter the room, a wisp of smoke rising from the barrel.
“Okay, okay, I believe you.”
The gaping maw of the shotgun swung around and centered on Eric’s forehead.
He heard a click..