With hundreds of thousands (slight exaggeration) of entries the draw for this amazing competition to win the wonderful Renovator was postponed twice, but for those trapped in the limbo of anticipation, I have an annoucement to make.
Congratulations to Stephen Semenchuk! You are the winner. You can read the reviews of other satisfied Loathe Your Neighbor readers, right here http://dacairns.weebly.com
In other news, the awarding of this great prize marks the end of the initial marketing push for Loathe Your Neighbor. It's time for this writer to ditch the marketers cap and get back to what he loves and does best...writing. Read more about this decision at http://dacairns.blogspot.com.au/2013/05/the-last-hard-sell.html
For those who missed out, and for future readers of Loathe Your Neighbor, I offer this last chance. Read LYN, review it and e-mail me to let me know devolution_dacairns@hotmail.com and I will place you in the draw to win one of five digital copies of my debut novel, Devolution http://dacairnsdevolution.blogspot.com.au/ and one Laser e-book reader/MP4 player. Competiton closes with the release of my next novel, later in 2013.
Loathe Your Neighbour
a novel by D.A.Cairns
David Lavender is a man with a talent for making bad decisions. In his fortieth year on planet earth, a dangerous restlessness overwhelms him, and, as his marriage crumbles, and a dispute with his neighbor escalates, he responds to these crises in his life with characteristic folly. Frozen out by his mysteriously indifferent wife, Lilijana. Baited by his cantankerous stepson, Tomo, and alternatively supported and rebuked by his two best mates, Matt and Chalky, will David successfully negotiate the minefield which his own discontent constructed, or will he destroy himself and everyone around him?
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Update on Renovator competition
The draw has been postponed until May 25 due to my ever hopeful expectations that my participation in the A-Z Blogging Challenge will encourage a few more readers to purchase Loathe Your Neighbor, and thus have the opportunity to win this super cool power tool. See previous post for details of the competition.
Friday, March 15, 2013
Your chance to win a Renovator
I am
offering readers a chance to win a brand new, genuine as-seen-on-TV, The
Renovator. Here's what you have to do to enter the draw to win
The Renovator:
Purchase Loathe Your Neighbor. Read it and answer this question: What is the significance of lemons in Loathe Your Neighbor?
E-mail your answer, together with your name and purchase details to me, the author, at devolution_dacairns@hotmail.com . If you buy Devolution I will give you an extra two entries in the draw. Purchase details means place of purchase, version, (e-book or hard copy) and a receipt number. It's as easy as that.
The draw will take place on May 5, 2013 and the winner will be notified by e-mail and congratulated publicly, (unless they prefer anonymity - I sure don't!)
Purchase Loathe Your Neighbor. Read it and answer this question: What is the significance of lemons in Loathe Your Neighbor?
E-mail your answer, together with your name and purchase details to me, the author, at devolution_dacairns@hotmail.com . If you buy Devolution I will give you an extra two entries in the draw. Purchase details means place of purchase, version, (e-book or hard copy) and a receipt number. It's as easy as that.
The draw will take place on May 5, 2013 and the winner will be notified by e-mail and congratulated publicly, (unless they prefer anonymity - I sure don't!)
Saturday, January 12, 2013
The Wait is Over
"David was at the
mercy of an unseen force which did not listen to his
concerns. Thirty eight years had made him wiser and bleached the
naiveté from his system. Fate was faceless and merciless."
Loathe your Neighbor is now available in all formats. Here's where you can buy your copy today.
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Although David was pleased with tricking Tomo and getting him on
the floor, the embarrassment Tomo felt would have added steel to
his arms and granite to his jaw. The battle would have been
brutal."
concerns. Thirty eight years had made him wiser and bleached the
naiveté from his system. Fate was faceless and merciless."
Loathe your Neighbor is now available in all formats. Here's where you can buy your copy today.
Paperback: https://www.createspace.com/4130496
Hardcover: http://www.lulu.com/shop/da-cairns/loathe-your-neighbor/hardcover/product-20627786.html
Multiplatform e-book: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/273929
Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Loathe-Your-Neighbor-ebook/dp/B00B0AKJDW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1358011136&sr=8-1&keywords=Loathe+Your+Neighbor
Although David was pleased with tricking Tomo and getting him on
the floor, the embarrassment Tomo felt would have added steel to
his arms and granite to his jaw. The battle would have been
brutal."
Friday, December 28, 2012
Sample chapter
CHAPTER ONE
There were
no sirens, flashing lights, or screeching tires when the police arrived at
number 1008 Princess Hwy.
David felt offended.
The only
sounds were of whirring steel blades and plastic cords as locals attacked the
fast growing Buffalo grass on their lots in Chinaman’s Hollow. Victa lawn
mowers and Stihl line trimmers were the weapons of choice in the war against
the humidity fuelled growth in the yards of suburbia.
David had
been refueling his lawnmower when he heard loud voices inside the house next
door
Loud
arguments were nothing unusual. They happened in his home as well, although
outsiders would never have heard or even cared if they did. None of my
business, David thought as he stood with straining ears to catch some of the
words in the jumble of sound and anger.
You did this
and you did that. Fuck this and fuck you. A stifled scream as though someone
suffocated then a bang and another scream, which morphed into a growling yell.
The noises became more animalistic as if words were no longer effective.
Perhaps anger robbed them of speech. After a crash and another bang, he could
feel the rage pulsing from the house. For a moment it paralyzed him. Should he
keep his nose out of their business and keep mowing the lawn, or intervene? Knock
on the door and ask for milk? Sugar? He had not been afraid to interrupt during
previous arguments, even though he’d looked like a fool. Intervention, yes.
Police? No, not yet.
David ran to
knock at their door.
He wondered
if they argued new material or just rehashed the same issues. He listened.
“Why don’t
you leave me the fuck alone? I’m tired. I don’t want your shit.”
“I don’t
want your shit and I wish you’d leave me alone.”
“Well stop
talking then. Fuck off!”
“You fuck
off!”
“Why should
I?”
“Because I
want you to. I’m sick of your shit.”
“I’m sick of
your shit.”
“Well fuck
off then!”
“Why should
I?”
David
knocked again and realized he was still listening. He was fascinated;
transfixed by their intellectual debate, its deep philosophical nature and their
incredible range of vocabulary. A whole five minutes worth. Of what? I’m sick of your shit. David tried
to imagine his wife, Lilijana, using that line with him. Not in a million
years. Sure, she’d probably thought it but was far too self-controlled to ever
speak that way.
A thud, like
something or someone hitting the floor brought David back to the immediate
situation He knocked again, this time to ominous silence. No one answered his
knock. No face at the door, looking angry or sheepish. No one came to apologize
or threaten him. David raced home to
call the police.
So here they
were. Two officers. The short, female cop tried steering her towering, male
companion toward talking to David first.
In response, the male officer gestured to the neighbor’s house. David
nodded, then gave them the thumbs up. They’d found the right place.
Once the
police passed the garage, which obscured his view of their front door, David
crossed onto his neighbor’s property to watch.
“Hello,”
said the male officer in a commanding voice. “Is any one there? It’s the
police.”
David
anticipated drawn guns, smashed doors and the cops charging in, yelling for
weapons to be dropped. Instead, the male officer knocked a second time then
tried the knob of the door. He called out as both officers entered and the
screen door banged behind them.
What would
the cops find once they navigated the garbage-strewn living room? Was the rest
of the house in a similar state? A teenager, the age of Liljana’s son, dropped
garbage wherever he pleased, but for adults to trash their own home?
“What are
you doing David?”
It was
Lilijana.
“Nothing.”
David struggled to hide his irritation at having his watch interrupted.
“Are you
going to finish mowing the lawn?”
“Yep.”
He waited
for the cops to emerge with a struggling Phil. Naydine would yell threats to
protect her man, now forgiven after their war of words.
“Are you going to finish today? We’re going
out tonight, remember?”
Damn. He had
tried to forget. Lilijana always wanted to go out or have people over. She
loved to spread her sunshine, and the recipients of her graciousness and
kindness lapped it up. Why not? There was no danger of sunburn. Zero
possibility of melanoma. Five seconds in Lilijana’s company and the hardest
glacial heart was guaranteed to melt. Cares and worries washed away by her
positivity. It gave him the shits sometimes. What made it worse was that it was
genuine and not just with others but with David and their children. She was
like a bloody angel There were times when David resented her for it.
“David?”
Resigned to
speaking to make her go away and realizing he might have to move to
authenticate his words, he answered in his most pleasant voice. “Yes dear, I’ll
get right on it. I’m nearly finished and then I’ll have shower.”
He glanced
at her. If she believed he was going to do as he said, she didn’t show it.
David reluctantly wrenched his eyes, then his head, followed by his whole body
away from where he was to where he should be. Taking the few steps back to the
mower, he crouched beside it, and unscrewed the cap of the jerry can. He
thought about what was going on inside 1008. Phil and Naydine would assure the
police that there was no problem. Then they would apologize for causing any
trouble, and the police would accept the words of the former combatants, now
enthusiastic allies.
David poured
petrol in until it overflowed then cursed at his carelessness as though it was
the first time he’d done it. After replacing both caps, he made sure Lilijana
had gone inside before he returned to his former station. No sound. He waited a
moment, sighed, and went to finish the lawn.
The Victa
Lawnmaster 350 exploded back to life with a pull on the starter cord. David
resumed his task.
Phil and
Naydine moved into 1008 on a rainy Saturday two months ago, when David was
at home due to the cancellation of his
son’s cricket match. He went out to welcome the newcomers to Chinaman’s Hollow.
“G’day, I’m
David.”
Phil and
Naydine were standing at the back of the removal truck. She looked at David who
was holding out his hand. “I’m Naydine and this is John.”
“Nardine and
John,” David repeated. It was a trick he had seen Lilijana use on numerous
occasions. It helped her to remember people’s names. Despite his best efforts,
nothing seemed to help David. Was he getting old or was he simply defective?
“Nay-dine,”
she corrected him with an exaggerated emphasis on the first syllable of her
name.
“That’s
different,” said David, but she seemed to have lost interest. The man, John,
gave him a perfunctory glance with a very understated but sharp lift of the
chin as some sort of greeting. David disliked him immediately. For starters, he didn’t look like a John.
David knew lots of John’s. Lilijana’s church was full of them, and full of
Davids as well. He often joked with the
other Davids that they should change the name of the church to the House of
David. David expected to find nice people in church even if they were
all fakers and hypocrites. He didn’t care if they were two-faced as long
as they treated him with respect. And they did. His interactions with holy
people were limited to an hour each week anyway, and that in no way amounted to
any sort of relationships in David’s book. Live and let live.
The blade of
the mower hit a rock and the awful noise arrested David’s attention. He bent
over, raised the blade one notch, then went over the same patch of grass again.
There was no
way David could allow this new neighbor of his into the fraternity of good Johns. He simply wasn’t good enough to be a
John, so he decided to call him Phil. One he remembered from his school days,
called Phil Lewis, was a funny bloke. He pretended he was about to take a bite
of an open jam sandwich and ploughed it into his cheek when someone called his
name. That was his best party trick. David couldn’t remember any other tricks.
Phil was a shifty sort of bloke, a bit too crafty and a real attention seeker.
Next door John didn’t exactly fit the Phil mould but it was a reasonable match
because of the suspicion he aroused in David. There was much more to Phil Lewis
at school than met the eye and David was sure that there was also much more to
Phil next door.
They had run
into each other at the train station about a week after he and Naydine moved
in. David had noticed him first and waited for Phil to look up so he could say
G’day. David reckoned it was important to catch a person’s eye before saying
hello because they might not recognize him, or worse not even remember him.
There was nothing worse than being looked through by people you knew. He was
surprised when seen and commented that he must have forgotten to don the cloak
of invisibility. On this occasion, he must have been wearing that extraordinary
piece of attire because Phil raised his head, made a nanosecond of eye contact
then looked away as though he had seen something he shouldn’t have. If it
wasn’t the cloak then Phil was either under the influence of some mighty
powerful substance or just plain rude.
David had
swallowed his greeting and walked on. Phil was certainly not a man to like or
trust. So what the hell was going on at 1008? He found his attention wandering
again to the possibilities next door.
He stared at
the front door, having pushed the mower to a shorn patch of grass, which provided
a clear view of the front door. David made same backwards and forwards
movements that wouldn’t have fooled anybody. The door opened and the two
officers appeared: first the woman then the man.
The female
officer looked at David so he spun the mower around and headed in the opposite
direction. At the end of his horizontal stroll across the grass, he had to turn
again and return to the other side because that was how it was done. Following
that path took him straight to the police. Good. Maybe they would want to talk
to him. Perhaps they would fill him in on what had happened. He was the anxious
neighbor so he had a right to know.
On his
return voyage across the lawn, he noticed the two officers watching him. The
male officer gestured for David to shut down the mower. David was happy to
oblige.
“Thanks for
calling us, Mr. Lavender. You did the right thing.”
“Everything
all right then?”
“We’ve
spoken to both parties,” began the female officer, “and they have given us a
satisfactory explanation as to what transpired.”
David became
aware that she was kind of cute and the police talk sounded more than a little
sexy coming from her lips. He struggled to concentrate while he imagined her as
an aerobic instructor in a brightly colored leotard.
“Transpired?”
he said, as though he didn’t understand the word. “Yes, what did transpire?”
The male
officer took over and he wasn’t nearly as attractive. “There was a bit of an
argument. They have calmed down now and given us an undertaking to do their
utmost to maintain some tranquility.”
As the smile
broke across his face, David hoped it would not be misinterpreted. The
situation was not the least bit amusing, but the language these cops used was
hilarious. The preposterous understatement that Phil and Naydine had a
bit of an argument was funny in itself but undertakings and utmost
tranquilities? Was that part of their training?
“That’s all
very well for them to say,” said David, “but if that shitfight was a bit of an
argument, I’m going to need police protection if they ever have a real
barney. And let’s face it, that’s pretty likely. I mean this isn’t the first
time they’ve had a blue, but it’s for sure the worst. That’s why I called.”
The police
looked at each other, apparently having a mental game of paper, scissors, rock
to decide who should address David’s concern. David thought it was a fair point
he had raised, and he wasn’t going to be fobbed off with police
doublespeak.
He pressed
on. “What assurances can you give me that I’m not going to get caught up in
their domestic troubles? They’re off their faces half the time, anyway. Aren’t
they stoned now? Did you check them out? You might think they can be trusted,
but I don’t and I want to know what you are going to do?”
“Mr.
Lavender,” said the cute cop, whom David couldn’t stop picturing in that
leotard. “We have done all we can for
now. If you have another situation, please call us and we will return.” Seeing
the look of bemusement on David’s face, she took a breath and continued. “Your
neighbors have not broken the law. They had an argument. We can’t arrest them without
cause. I’m sure you understand, Mr. Lavender.”
That was the
end of the conversation. They turned to leave after a final nod.
Further
words of protest evaporated on David’s tongue. Phil and Naydine. Trouble,
nothing but trouble. With the lawn finished off and the police gone, David had
no reason to linger in the front yard. The path and the driveway needed to be
swept and the edges were begging for attention, having been ignored for weeks,
but David had had enough. Besides, he didn’t have time, and if Lilijana
challenged him, he would simply say so.
David pushed
the Victa down the driveway. He recalled the time when he had been watching
television and was interrupted by the squawking roar of a chainsaw. He assumed
it was the property maintenance guy working at 1008. As he had never heard a
chainsaw used there before, he was curious. He headed down the stairs and out
the back door. From there he could see into the backyard of 1008.
Phil was
operating the chainsaw. He may as well have been wearing a hockey mask for the
effect he had on David. He was feverishly cutting away at a shrub which lay at
the foot of his back stairs. By the time David arrived to see the carnage, Phil
had already reduced the once mighty plant to a husk, less than a quarter of its
original size. His clothes hung as though they were two or three sizes too big
and he never looked up. Phil just kept gunning the chainsaw and slashing it
through the helpless shrub.
What made
the whole incident more disturbing was the fact that David had never seen Phil
outside the house. Up until that moment, he had only heard him inside the house
and seen him at the train station once. Not that David could assume that meant
Phil never left the house, but it was pretty suspicious. What does a person do
inside a house all day? Perhaps he spent all his time planning acts of terror
against trees. Who did cut down all the trees in their backyard?
David had
beaten a hasty retreat hoping that Phil the Chinaman’s Hollow Chainsaw Maniac
hadn’t seen him. David was unsettled, dizzy with the fear that someone like
Phil was living next door. Now, guiding the lawnmower down the ramp to the
backyard shed, he glanced into their backyard. What would happen when Phil ran
out of trees and shrubs to destroy? Was it just plant life that he felt
compelled to annihilate or was that only the beginning? People who committed
acts of insane cruelty to animals often graduated to sickening violence toward
people.
Time passed
him by as he stood locked in a fuzzy disconnected state. When Lilijana’s voice
crashed through his torpor, he was startled and let a choice word slip from his
mouth. With good grace as usual, she ignored his language and reminded him to
hurry up.
“Lilijana,
I’m worried about Phil next door.”
“Why? Has he
been attacking more plants?”
“I’m telling
you something’s not right about those two. They hardly ever leave the house.
They have violent and raucous arguments. He wields a chainsaw like he’s
buttering bread and they look wrong.”
“They look
wrong? What does that mean?”
As David
tried to explain himself, Lilijana began walking away. She cut off his words
with, “David, would you please get a move on? We’re going to be late.”
“The police
were just here, you know, and not for no reason,” said David to Lilijana’s
back.
He parked
the mower and closed the shed door without being able to shake the feeling of
dread. His family was in trouble.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Publishing contract
I am very pleased to announce that Loathe Your Neighbor has found a publisher. I have just signed with Artema Press to bring my second novel, Loathe Your Neighbor to life. Pre order now. Express your interest. Help generate some buzz. If you are here, thanks for your support. I hope you will buy, read and absolutely love Loathe Your Neighbor.
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