What's going on?

Hey there! Sorry I've been off the radar for a while, but I've been so busy with school and working on my projects. Fear not! I'm still on the horizon, doing what I do best - hustle! I'm really excited about the possibilities that I see coming down the pike and I'm working toward a long future as a full time writer.

Very recently I attended a book signing event and discussion of Walter Mosley's new book, titled "When the Thrill is Gone." The book is the third installment by Mosley of the Leonid McGill series, and judging by the reviews and the reading he gave, it appears to be quite good. Mosley's ability to get inside the mind of his characters as they process what they see and feel makes reading his work such a delight. I've bought a lot of his books, most of which are still waiting for me to read (and I will, once I get through with this semester) so I look forward to learning all about McGill and what he's up to in this post-Obama society that we live in.

Another writer I love to read is Sara Paretsky. I love her V.I Warshawski books coupled with her rich descriptions of my hometown Chicago. In fact, Paretsky is SO good with her books that I've actually forgiven her for living on the South Side (White Sox Country) while being an unabashed Cubs fan. Sara! If you're reading this blog, I love your work, despite rooting for the North Side team!

I also attended the AWP Conference in Washington, DC this past February. I had a GREAT time and next year's event will be in Chicago. I will definitely be there hawking my books and talking to people, trying to get the word out.

It's my intention, as my new work gets ready for print, to push myself to become the very best I can be. I feel like my years here at The City College of New York have been so beneficial and have helped refine my work to the point where I've become a far better writer because of it. I think I can do anything I set my mind to, and I'm intent on making it on my own. I've chosen two incredible writers as mentors and have learned so much from their work and listening to them speak, but I'm well on my way to making a name and a style all my own. Someday I hope to be able to influence someone to do the same thing.

Who knows?

"Cuckoo's" Ghost! by David T. Boyd

Read this and see if you can tell me who it's about!

Peace,
Dave
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“Cuckoo’s” Ghost!
By David T. Boyd

Once upon a stormy night,
At home alone I shook with fright!
A nightmare plagued my weary head,
Whilst’ I had turned throughout my bed!
This Hallow’s Eve, my family gone,
To Fifty-Fifth and Avalon!
Grim thoughts abound that made me cringe,
The Cuckoo-Man might take revenge!

He knew the art of pay-to-play,
The haters called him “disengaged!”
Yet it is he, with haughty laugh,
Who’ll burn them all within his wrath!
The howling wind blew forth my door,
And spindly shadows crossed the floor!
All that’s sane has neared the fringe,
As Cuckoo-Man takes his revenge!

I shan’t forget the breaking news,
His home chock full of TV crews!
Hearts dropped deeper than a well,
Our lives are now a living hell!
And he smiled wide, his hair intact,
Said “told you all I smelled a rat!”
Yet it was clear through eyes that singe,
This Cuckoo-Man would have revenge!

I rose from bed, I could not sleep,
Despite warm milk and counting sheep!
Lightning flashed and thunder clapped,
A subtle chill crawled down my back!
To you, I say this much is clear,
‘tis not the darkness that I fear!
For what creates the slightest tinge,
Is Cuckoo-Man bent on revenge!

Monsters of the Midway ran,
‘Hyde’ went Jekyll near ’The Dan’!
Shockwaves bolted through the Loop,
‘Canary-ville’ had flown its coop!
Yes, he’s BACK, and might I add,
Chi-town’s gone stark raving mad!
All mankind shall soon unhinge,
If Cuckoo-Man enacts revenge!

Hark! I heard a sound nearby,
A ghostly thing flew ‘cross my eye!
I had sensed it coming close,
Time to leave before I’m toast!
Sickly fingers grabbed my hand,
“I’m no crook!” it said again!
Its grip was tight, it caused a twinge,
And so began Cuckoo’s revenge!

“Cuckoo! Cuckoo!” the Ghost just clucked,
And since I’m not a sitting duck!
I dashed in haste toward the yard,
But Cuckoo’s Ghost, it was not far!
I made a beeline down the block,
But I forgot my Ford was locked!
It was his name he must avenge,
The Cuckoo-Man wants his revenge!

It snatched me high up by my leg,
“LET ME GO!” I cried and begged!
I looked into its piercing eyes,
And knew I was about to die!
Without a word it took its due,
It made me wear the Cubby-Blue!
Lights out folks, this was the end,
The Cuckoo-Man had his revenge!

“NOT THE CUBS!” I shrieked and screamed,
Waking from this nasty dream!
The morning sun replaced the gray,
And I had lived to see the day!
But I shall wait for June the Third,
For that’s when Cuckoo’s voice is heard!
Will we be free or will we binge?
Will Cuckoo-Man… commence revenge?