Primetime - A Novel

Primetime: A Novel explores the idea of celebrity through the viewpoint of a grocery manager in a small Midwestern town. Sam must deal with newfound celebrity after he is the lone survivor of a rare drive by shooting in little Waukaponeda, Michigan. He describes employees, customers, conversations and his own dealings with survivor’s guilt, to come to an understanding and an acceptance of what celebrity and fame really means, especially in small town, America.

Sam’s struggles with customers nearly daily who scam, threaten, are mentally unstable, drunk, illiterate and simply stinky, as well as employee’s harassment and unprofessionalism. Primetime also gives an insider’s view of aspects of the grocery business that shoppers do not know, realize or may appreciate. Even his love life are victims of the shooting and Sam must come to terms with previous relationships.

Just like working in retail, the novel is at times funny, heart-warming, romantic, offensive, but you always leave with a smile.

And yes, Primetimeis inspired by true events and actual people.

It can be found on Kindle Books at: http://www.amazon.com/Primetime-A-Novel-ebook/dp/B007UA0IB4/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1334496195&sr=1-1

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About the Author:

I have worked 10 years as a grocery clerk working nearly every position at one time or another. My time in retail and working halfway through mu Graduate Degree inspired me to explore writing and was where I wrote the first novel to be accepted as a Graduate Thesis paper at Andrews University. There is no topic that I won’t explore except wizards, as that ship has sailed but I do enjoy taking a topic and looking at it from a new angle and blurring the lines between fact and what is fiction. My passion for listening to people and watching their body language has been an influential aspect in my writing, whether or not it was passion, taught from my police officer father or done out of survival, hard to say.

You can follow him:

on Twitter: @Brian_AHarrison

on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/PrimetimeTheNovel

PRIMETIME Update

PRIMETIME-A Novel inspired by  true events about what its like to work at a grocery store in a small town has an update:

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Progeny Sequel Excerpt

At eleven that morning, the media and nearly every Avian [people from Ava, Missouri] stood in the street outside his home waiting for him to walk out. A small podium with microphones and recorders were already set up [as he had scheduled a press conference]. He walked out, wearing a white v-neck tshirt, blue jeans and no shoes. He wore what appeared to be a blue rubber cancer bracelet on his left wrist.

He walked up to the podium with his hands holding the top corners as flashes took his photo. People yelled out questions. But as Celeste watched him from a couple rows back, she noticed his facial hair, it was blonde and trimmed close to his face. He never looked up, he kept his eyes down to the grass in front of him. As he started to open his mouth everyone went silent, which he instantly put his hand up and reached into his back jean pocket and pulled out what appeared to be an iPod.

Placing it on the top of the podium he walked back to the house. For a moment or two no one said or did anything when one man ran up to the podium, “It’s a voice recorder.” He replied.

He pushed play and this was the message that played:
My name is Paul Dial. I am the renovator of this house, which was designed by my late brother, it was his last project before he died. I would appreciate you respect my desire to stay private. His work speaks for the both of us. If you have any questions you can direct them to my e-mail: In_Memoriam_4@yahoo.com and will attempt to answer as best as we can. Thank you.

[Paul was sent to a facility shortly after, the time in between he had sent an away message, to test the away message, send to the above e-mail address, if he receives, currently he will respond with any questions you may have. IE, Paul Thomas Dial will respond until the novel is published. ]

Between Your Sheets (A Poem)

I don't write poems very often but figured I'd make an attempt this weekend and share with you.

Between Your Sheets – December 18, 2011

As you lie on your back,

And look into the skies,

With your fingers in the clouds

With full care you take

The light into your heart

And beams off your smile.

Is when you fall between the leaves

Is when I snuck between your sheets.

The warmth of your touch

And the touch of your soul

Guides the weight of your heart

Back to the heart of your life

And while you are searching

For that one rock of sand

The time passed along

The riverbed of life

Back to the place

Where stars streaked

Backwards across the street

Under the lamplight of

Lightning flies and

Twinkling skies.

Falling into your satin bed

The flowers petals under your head

Our fingers weave like rose vines

The sun sits on your curving spine

As you kiss my cheek

Discovering me between your sheets.

Progeny and Excerpt

I have just finished the first draft of my next novel: PROGENY.
It is the story of when 5 serial killers/murderers come together in group therapy in an asylumn for the criminally insane.
Here is the cover for the first time:

The opening of PROGENY:

“The fear entered my room at a quarter passed one that morning, the door creaked open, rusty from the years of continued overuse. He stood silhouetted from the hallway light. I knew what was beneath his robe, but he didn’t know what was beneath my pillow. “As usual, say anything and I’ll kill you, understand?” But the question itself implied I could only shake my head. He began to disrobe but not letting go of the whiskey bottle, as I undressed my own innocence, the shirt with a BMX biker and the tighty-whities. He undid his belt like so many times before, the light from my night light glistened with a smirk of betrayal. “Come here,” he waved over. I took a step, he put his hand on top of the back of my head, pulling me down. He unloaded his gun into my mouth as I had cocked my own behind. The tears that rained down my face tasted like the bitterness left in my mouth. Fear that night entered the gunman and I pulled the trigger.”



Here's an excerpt from later on:

            “How is everyone doing today?” Pine asked as a hyperactive little mouse of a man-child exclaimed nearly jumping out of his skin with caffeine-filled eurphoria was ushered in by two nurses. It was Frank, in a straight-jacket.

            “Great fine, superb! How are you Doctor P?” He replied, sitting down. “My name is Lester Frank but you can call me Les, I’m 32, I like the color green did you know my eyes are green? That’s why my favorite color is green.”

            “Nice to meet you Les, do you know why you are here?” Pine asked.

            “Of course.”

            “We are all friends here, nothing leaves this room. Do you want to tell us?”

            “Yeah sure.” He then sat calmly in his chair, moved his tongue around as if moving the gum from his mouth, cleared his throat, “I killed my family.”

            “Why’d you do that Lester?”

            “Because.”

            “Because why?” Dr. Pine asked pointedly, knowing the script for the conversation.

            He looked confused. “I need a reason?”

            “Yes.”

            “That’s what you’re supposed to do.”

            “How did you do it?”

            “With a shovel of course. Kind of brilliant really because then I could just use the shovel to shovel the parts I cut up into the bonfire. That was a beautiful fire. The way the flame danced on their toes and played the ivories of their fingers like Mozart, Van Gogh would have been impressed.”

            “Thank you Lester for sharing your story.” He wrote down something and came to the next person. A older woman in her late 40s, brown hair wiry with strings of gray lace. Skin soft, the weight of one and a half full-grown German Sheppard Dogs, the same that it took to get her off the policeman she was trying to claw the face off of.

            “Miss Maguire is your name correct?” Pine asked her.

            “Yes.”

            “Why are you with us today?”

            “Because I attacked someone as well.”

            “Why?”

            “Because he arrested me.”

            “For what?”

            “Murder.”

            “Of who?”

            “No one. I didn’t kill anyone.”

            “So you didn’t go to the police saying you drowned your children?”

            “No.”

            “Then why did they find them where you said they were?”

            “I don’t know.”

            “Thank you for sharing Miss Maguire.”

            At least I had a reason for killing someone. What was wrong with these people?

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Primetime - A Novel

After leaving Xaviers bar in his hometown of Waukaponeda, Michigan, Sam is the lone survivor of a drive-by shooting. He struggles with the paranoia, gossip and survivors guilt while still being a manager at the local grocery store. Because of his position and the fact that his father was the former police chief for 40 years the fame of his name is inescapable.

The celebrity of his survival cupped with all of his co-workers and customers forces Sam to consider what fame is and how its different that in New York and Los Angeles. While celebrity may be considered going viral for same it is a virus and the symptoms, treatment and effects of it go beyond what he feels he is capable of handling.

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