get mucked!

a few years ago i released a book called gutter muck.
it is real and raw and obscene and nasty and very in-your-face...
a book about a young man who is so angry at the world that he rebels against every possible rule thrown at him.
i got favorable reviews from those who could stomach it...
but there was this part of me that worried i could be alienating people with something so offensive!
maybe my message was lost in all the profanity and nastiness.
so...i decided to do some re-tweaking...write a version that was less...well... raunchy.
i figured that way those who did not had stomachs that were not as strong could still digest it and enjoy it.

well...now...i am offering it to the world...
an alternate version...
for everyone who loves to read...
especially those who love to read books with their kindles and nooks and phones.
now...everyone can enjoy it...or be offended by it.

so...go to...
http://store.blurb.com/ebooks/521144-gutter-muck
and check it out.

if the new version does not appeal to you...
if it's way too weird...
then try the older version.

they are both available at 
http://www.blurb.com/b/2417597-gutter-muck

point...
click...
read!

gutter muck [alternate version] excerpt

[you cant do that]

but watchin ol dickypants get all jowled and frothy fangs was makin me cream.  alex.  hes the blotty that got me gummin like a freakazoid starsuckle and all.  all that malchicks and viddy and droogs and devotchkas and glazzies and slovos talk and all.  damn.  it all sunk in one summer after i read and read and read and re-read clockwork and all.  like all the time.  but i didnt spill that beanage to any sculcher within miles.  no one needed to know that preck.  i just weezied 

around gummin all this alex style preck and makin all these sculchers all nervy and fuzie 

and jitzo and all with all my mazzy cryptic lingo.  it was beeyoot for sure.  ol dickpickweed  jacked my clockwork and all and thought he was all slick and stuff and tried keepin up with me and all.  he thought he figgied out my bitty gameroo and before long was gummin back to me in this alex style lingo and figgyin all this precky preck out but he couldnt member anything and when i caught the sculcher flippin through my clockwork i ripped his mugger off and ripped the preck outta his damn didgies.  by then i figgied i hadta wizzle up my own tongees.  this got the ol dicky all hot and bothered and cranky and pissy that he didnt know where to start.  

[ya skinny precky] 

i just sat back and cacksied. 

beeyoot.  and i kept at it too.  over and over.  slammin him left and right with all this kindza preck that his skuller was spinnin over it all and not pickin up a single word and stuff.  beeyoot and a halfy.

if you can madgie for a sec we were all crammed into his precious pukey green rent-o-beamer wannabe clunker.  this hunka junk precky preck veek reeked of sausage and ciggies and catty piss.  just whiffin the lunks made me wanna puke all over the backseat.  and i think i actually got close a coupla times.  i was crammin my didgies all the waaaaay down my mouth too.  you know tryin to wiggle the bejeeblees out of my throat and uvula and tonsils and anything else that lived in there hopin i could yack up some 

its all i needed to hear as i was flick flick flick flickin my lighter and settin ablaze some ciggie i had found just sittin on the ground of that ratzer.  we were weezyin along one of them musty outer hallways and all and there she was justa sittin there on the ground waitin for me to pick her up.  i woulda lit up right then and there but it took me a few seckies to get my didgies on my lighter.  and then in no time i was puffin all these mazzy clouds at ol dickypants from the backseat.  justa blowin and blowin and blowin and blowin and there wasnt a whole helluva lot that sculcher could do about it. 

[i aint moving until you put that thing out] 

ol dickypants had killed the engine and was just sittin there like he was somethin hammerish and all.  like that was gonna make some kinda statement and all.  and so i just crossed my arms and sat there and looked back into his muddy eyes as he glared at me through his cracked rearview all steamy and reddy face and pissy and all justa suckin away.  puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff

[ill take you back inside myself] 

old dickypants was gummin.  [yeah thats gonna happy] 

i gummed back at him with the ciggie danglin outta my mugger. 

puff puff puff puff i could see it in the rearview lookin all mazzy and sweet and beeyoot.  you see they had 

just tried to lock me up.  whatta joke that was i tell ya.  it didnt matter if it was for a day or a week or a year or whatever.  throwin me in some pissy ratzer wasnt gonna change squat about nothin. 

those filthy bars man.  no matter what i did they were always there. you know.

  

hoverin

and all.

read the rest 

of

gutter muck

[alternate version]

available 

tuesday, march 31

@ 

blurb.com

gutter muck [alternate version]

the day the original version of gutter muck was published...

the very day my author's copy was delivered to me...

my muse was screaming at me...

"JT...wait...wait...i have an idea...a better idea!

what about this?"

i tried to shut her up.

i tried to put on headphones.

i wanted to celebrate the release of my new novel.

i wanted to bask in the rapture!

but she kept on...

screaming...

whining...

throwing poo...

nothing i could do would shut her up.

so, reluctantly,

i listened.

she had this idea.

she told me of another way that gutter muck could work.

i didn't want to listen.

i didn't want to hear her.

but...i did.

several months later...

after delving back into the characters that i just said goodbye to...

i created another version to gutter muck.

the original version is raw, raunchy, loaded with profanity...

so much so i am sure it has offended anyone who has had the stomach to read it.

my muse had me convinced that this might alienate some people.

so...i made an alternate version...

a version devoid of all the rawness and raunchiness and explosive profanity.

and in the process of making a few changes...

a new story sprouted.

new characters...

new ideas...

new thoughts...

a new set of ripples brought a whole new life to my novel.

the story was changed a bit...

but for the most part, it is still intact.

i have been reluctant to release it for numerous reasons.

mainly...i didn't want to confuse people...

two version of one novel?

would anyone have patience for that?

i wasn't sure.

i am not sure.

so for a few years i shelved it...

so uncertain...

and unwilling...

to let anyone peek at this different version.

my muse has me convinced that releasing it to the public is the only solution!

so...

an alternate version 

of 

gutter muck.

will be officially released

in hard copy version and in e-book form...

at blurb.com

on tuesday, march 31.

to take a little peek...

check out...

http://www.blurb.com/books/2417597-gutter-muck

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k!ck [the screenplay]--an excerpt

check out the first fifteen pages...

http://www.blurb.com/books/1876141-k-ck-the-screenplay

k!ck [the screenplay]

bullies

vultures

guns

skeletons

ghosts

death

read what happens when they all 

come together on the big screen!

now available in e-book form

for your

nook, 

kindle,  

tablet, 

phone,

laptop...

go to

http://www.blurb.com/b/1876141-k-ck-the-screenplay

and download

k!ck

[the screenplay]

point

click

download

read

enjoy!

it's that easy!

k!ck

[the screenplay]

only $4.99

available @ blurb.com

 and in the apple store on iTunes.

yes, iTunes.

[available in softcover + hardcover, too,

for those of you who want to 

"k!ck" it old school.]

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k!ck [the screenplay] is coming soon!

sometimes you kick...

sometimes you get kicked!

imagine evan 

and death 

and a jillion hovering vultures...

on the big screen!

you can't?

you need some inspiration?

well...

read

k!ck

the screenplay

it's coming to your technological bookshelf...

sunday, february 22, 2015

available only @

blurb.com

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another excerpt of [spooky]

another excerpt of 

[spooky]

i see it
—the black eyes—
the red tongue—
the gray fur—
a lump underneath the buzzing clump of flies
still—motionlessdead
its mouth is open—
its tongue is loose—
flopped to the ground as if it is licking the earth—one last drink
like so many others
like the scattered bodies
bones upon bones
dust upon dust
scattered 
this animal
this dead creature
there is no blood
just the flies—
jump—
hop—
flutter flutter flutter flutter
scurryscurryscurry
i lean forward
i swat what i can from the gray fur
a closer look
most of the flies scatter
pesky clouds of black dots
flies
flies
scatterscatter
flies
flies
scatterscatter
buzzzzzzzzzzzzhummmmmmmmmmmmbuzzzzzzzzzzzz
flutter flutter flutter flutter
some stay intact—like alwaysunafraid
everywhere
everywhere
i lift the small dead animal
move its body closer to my face
coo n
it took me awhile to find the name i was sitting therehaunched curled and couldnt come up with a thing
gray gray gray gray nothing but gray gray numbness gray gray
then it dideventually
a name popping sparking popping in the gray
things are coming faster now
not like before
  when i was in the gray gray haze all the time
the nothingnessthe numbness
the animal is stiff—
       firm
i place it in on my legs
i swat the flies
clouds clouds clouds clouds
scatterflutterscurry
scatterflutterscurry
this hardly does anything
they are always there—always always always always always
they scatter—they fly away
they always come back
no matter what i do—the flies—they never leave
almost like the birds
the dark dark birds that swirl overhead
the ones that perch right by us
squawk and watch and wait
jerkingone eye watching watching
the hawks the buzzards
but they dont always stay
not like the flies
the flies never leave
never leave
flutter flutter flutter flutter
i pluck at the animals tough fur—
pluck a piece away
slip it into my mouth
hard crunchy bland cold
my stomach growls sings grumbles growls
it is my only option
i know this
i must eat
i must
so i do

read more!

don't be spooked!

go to

http://store.blurb.com/ebooks/448021-spooky

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[spooky] excerpt--chapters one + two

                fly
fly
fly

fly
    fly
fly
fly
fly flyflyflyfly
      fly

fly    fly
 fly
    fly
           fly
fly
fly
 fly  fly
 fly
fly
flies
there are always flies
thick thick clouds of flies
through the pink and the orangethe yellow and blue
and always always in the black
they are always there
flutteringscurrying
flutteringscurrying
little black dots
jumping jumping
bouncing upon my flesh
nibbling at my bones
fluttering scurrying
fluttering scurrying
most of them gather in thick clouds
sometimes small pieces
flies
always
flies
flies
it was the first word that came to me
after all that time of
numbness
stillness
emptiness
that hazethat gray gray gray gray haze of nothing nothing
back when there were no words
very few pictures
just gray gray nothing
nothing
i struggledthinking
trying to get the name
knowing nothing of words                      
all i had were pictures blurs
haze
gray gray haze
i still tried
trying to get something on my brain and tongue
for a long nothing
nothing
then
something sparked
words came
the first one
that little black dot

flutteringscurrying
flutteringscurrying
then all those little black dots with wings
jumping jumping
flutteringscurrying
flutteringscurrying
flies
flyfliesflies
flies
there are screams and stenches
mud pools and gunfire
scattered bones and flying machines
so much
everywhere
the flies
they never leave
no matter what
never
they are always there
this is where they live
flies
flies
flies
flies
where everything else comes to
die



swat
swat
i used to swat
i used to swipe them away from my flesh
sometimes i would kill the
handfuls of scattered black wings and legs smeared upon my flesh
not often though
for theyre too fast
always jumping and fluttering and scurrying
i used to wonder no one else did
swat
the bodies the others
all around me 
why they didnt bother
why they let them
these flies
flutterscurry
flutterscurry
all over their flesh and bones
whywhy
then i too understood
i was just like them
just like the othersmy surrounding neighbors
so many different strangers
yeteach of them
shaved heads
sunken eyes
skeletal frames
palepalepalepale flesh
swatting made no difference
killing made no difference
these flies
kill onetwo come back
they always come back
more more each time
flutterscurry
flutterscurry
some fights get me nowhere
like so many things
i let them flutter scurry
cover me 

like flesh

they are waiting
flies flies
flies flies
for when nothing moves anymore

when i no longer can
when i no longer want to
they can flutter scurry freelythey are waitingwaiting
flies flies
flies flies
it wont be long now

[spooky]

now available as an e-book 

@ blurb.com

http://www.blurb.com/user/store/gatorazul

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[spooky] coming tuesday, january 27th

Tuesday, January 27th.

The plan...launching an e-book version of [spooky], a novel that I re-released last autumn.

At that time, an e-book was not available, just a hard copy.  But now...thanks to finally giving in to the ever-expanding world of modern technology, [spooky] can now be read, consumed, absorbed, enjoyed, and digested through iPhones and iPads and all the other iGizmos that are taking over the planet.

The e-books are pretty cheap...a mere $2.99 through the blurb site...but a huge chunk of the proceeds will be donated to the Humane Society.  I figured this would make the most sense since a character in [spooky] is a three-legged black cat.

So, if you never take a moment to read it, your purchase is still being used to help fund a beautiful cause that helps animals. That alone should help warm your heart!

Tuesday, January 27th.

[spooky]

e-book available at www.blurb.com

[spooky]

by j todd wilson

available @

blurb.com

[spooky] e-book release!

[spooky]

is coming...

to your computer...

and phone...

and tablet...

january 27th!

cheap cheap cheap...

only $2.99!

most of the proceeds will be donated to 

the humane society

since one of the characters in the book is a

 wounded, three-legged cat.

so, go to 

blurb.com

point... click...

get spooked in this brand new year!

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