David Fingerman writes SPYDER:
a street-wise antihero of inner city society.
Experience his strange wisdom, and his twisted sense of humor.
Thirty-year-old Spyder doesn't waste time thinking how much lower he can sink. When he finds his girlfriend dead as the result of drugs he supplied, Spyder contemplates his life and decides it’s time to do what he's avoided most of his days—join mainstream society. All he needs to do is kick the drug habit, find a job, a place to live, and earn some money. Easy. He’s done it hundreds of times, but never all at once. As always, Fate steps in and knees him in the groin. All the dregs he's ever known want their say. George won't stop his pestering, Sal needs a huge favor, Coon is hunting for a certain arachnid, and Spyder's dealer doesn't want to lose one of his best customers. As things spiral out of control, Spyder tangles himself in a web so tight that even he might never be able to escape.
Meet the author David Fingerman at:
Website: http://davidfingerman.com/
Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/davfin23
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David Fingerman very kindly wrote a guest post about self-publishing. Something I've been blogging about recently. Check out the post: Here.
Let's speak to David Fingerman!
Hi Louise ~ thank you so much for letting me appear on your blog.
You’re very welcome. Tell us how are Edging Past Reality and Silent Kill doing?
Edging Past Reality is still doing pretty good, especially in downloads. Downloads are way outselling hard copy which tells me that's where the future is. With Silent Kill I'm really not sure - I'll know more when I get my next quarterly statement from the publisher. Going strictly by Amazon rankings, I'm a little disappointed that it's not doing better. I'll keep marketing that at the same time as Sypyder.
So, who or what inspired you to write Spyder?
Oh, this is embarrassing. There used to be this persnickety old woman who attended the same writers' group I did. She drove me nuts. When it came time to critique she would interrupt and go on and on about how it wasn't anything compared to her life. No matter what the person wrote, she could somehow twist it into how her life was so much better, worse, etc. It got to the point where we'd run out of time before everyone got a chance to read even though the moderator would explain we were here to critique the writing. It didn't matter ~ to her it was a social gathering.
My goal was to write something so insulting that she'd be speechless and Spyder was born. It was a short story (now chapter one in the book) and it worked. For the first time since I'd started going to the group, she had nothing to say. I thought that was the end of Spyder, but no. One day I was researching guidelines and found a small press in England that was looking for raunchy inner-city stories. I sent it in and the editor loved it. He asked that if I had any more Spyder stories, I should send them. With that encouragement I wrote another and sent it in. I got a letter back saying that he liked that one even better than the first, but unfortunately the magazine was going under. By that point I was having way too much fun writing Spyder stories.
