As I write this, I’m in a Holiday Inn Express in Murrell’s Inlet, South Carolina, shacked up with a great-looking blonde. That the blonde in question is my wife Barb only takes the slightest bit of the fun out of it.
We are here for one of our periodic meetings with Jane Spillane, Mickey’s lovely, energetic widow. We today went over the inventory of unpublished Spillane material, discussing what will be doing when the six substantial Hammer manuscripts have all been completed and published. Hint: there are three more, less substantial but very interesting Hammer manuscripts beyond the initial six. Plus there are five more shorter fragments that will make short stories (an eventual Hammer short story collection is planned).
What brought us here, however, was to participate in the induction of Mickey Spillane into the South Caroline Academy of Authors – their Hall of Fame. Mickey, of course, would have recoiled at being termed an “author,” and would have informed one and all that he was a writer. The difference between authors and writers? Writers make money.
TRIPLE PLAY was published last week, and I wrote a brief blog post about it here.
And here’s a cool review of WAR OF THE WORLDS MURDER.
Have I mentioned that AmazonEncore will be bringing out all six “disaster” mysteries in new editions (and on e-book)?
M.A.C.