Author: rchazzchute

Robert Chazz Chute writes full-time from his blanket fort in Other London. The winner of fifteen writing awards, he pens apocalyptic epics with heart and killer crime thrillers with muscle. A graduate of the University of King's College journalism program, he studied book and magazine publishing at the Banff School of Fine Arts. He has worked as a crime reporter, science journalist, editor, book doctor, speechwriter, and magazine columnist.
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Easy & The Night Man’s Cover Tweak

The Night Man, A Killer Crime Thriller

http://bit.ly/TheNightMan

The main character in The Night Man is not your typical hero. Easy Jack returns home to Orion, Michigan, wounded and struggling to recover. A former Army Ranger, he has a scorching case of PTSD. His vision is impaired in bright light and his left knee always hurts.

His dad gets mixed up in some shady criminal activities, but Easy’s got nowhere else to go. His history in Orion leaves him cold as a romance with his high school girlfriend heats up. All he wants to do is forget the past and train dogs for K9 units. He’s got Sophie, a loyal German Shepherd, by his side. Good thing, because some very nasty people keep trying to kill Easy. And what’s with the devious billionaire showing up on his doorstep?

The mystery unfolds with many revelations and twists. If you haven’t checked out The Night Man yet, please do. Here’s the universal link to take you to your country’s Amazon store. It’s available in ebook and paperback.

About the Cover

Several of my covers have evolved over time. Sometimes I experiment. I love this powerful cover image, but I did worry that some may interpret the novel’s presentation as horror instead of a suspenseful action thriller. When my editor, the ever-helpful Gari Strawn (of strawnediting.com) wondered out loud about the same issue, I finally got my butt in gear to do something about it. I added the subtitle “A Killer Crime Thriller”. I tweaked the keywords and the book description, too.

Of all my work, I suspect The Night Man might be among the most underrated, not least because, amid all the soulful mayhem, it’s damn funny.

Have a happy Wednesday, merry reading and enjoy!



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A Review of Netflix’s Into The Night

In quarantimes, sometimes you stumble on something easy to distract you from the real-world disaster outside your windows. So it is with Netflix’s recent addition of Into The Night. End-of-the-world science fiction is quite a mixed bag. Budgets are rarely up to the scale of a global apocalypse. I enjoyed Into The Night quite a bit. This Belgian production is very watchable, especially if you don’t think about it too hard.

Premise: Jump on a jet and head west to outrun the sun because if sunlight catches you, you’re dead. We don’t know why, it just does, okay? Cue the crazed Italian soldier with insider NATO knowledge taking over a plane with a bunch of people onboard to begin the race against sunlight. The hardy and not-so-hardy group of passengers striving to survive are a diverse group from several countries. A few will struggle for leadership of the band. Not everyone will make it. At least one person will ruin the quest for safety, but justice and injustice will be served.

Pros: This is classic out-the-frying-pan, into-the-fire stuff. Every problem demands a short-term solution that causes another problem and the clock is always ticking. Season One of this series reminded me very much of The Langoliers.

Remember that Stephen King story from Four Past Midnight? Remember the limited TV series where Bronson Pinchot played the weasel you loved to hate? Wasn’t that fun? This is, too.

Into The Night is based on a Polish Novel, The Old Axolotl by Jacek Dukaj. What the six-part series gets right, I’m going to attribute to the author. For instance, yes, when the oxygen masks drop, the air supply doesn’t last long. It’s only meant to buy time so the pilot can get to a lower altitude. Such details, the interpersonal drama, and a glimpse of passengers’ back stories are the quality stuff. Jason George, of Narcos fame, must be the other power behind what’s good about this show.

Cons: There’s not much to complain about unless you’re some snobby film critic who writes for Slate. The audio is in English. Shut off the subtitles because the difference between the dialogue and what’s printed on screen is a bit of a distraction. Sometimes the geography makes no sense. You don’t land in Nova Scotia and head to Alaska over the Pacific. Another hiccup: To bounce around the globe as they do, Canada couldn’t be that much bigger than Lichtenstein. It really isn’t, not by a very long walk.

But really, that’s picking nits and who cares? We’re here for the fights, twists and the reversals. This is fun bubble gum for the eyes. Even with a few flaws in logic, the premise is a great big idea: The sun will kill us! Stay in the dark! Out fly the spin of the Earth and race the dawn! And, holy shit, what now?!

So many apocalyptic movies are done so badly, this is better than most by far. I would say it’s all well-acted, too. Pop the popcorn and enjoy. Each episode of Into the Night will fly by.

~ I’m Robert Chazz Chute. Besides killer crime thrillers, I write apocalyptic fiction. My end-of-the-world books are This Plague of Days (trilogy), AFTER Life (trilogy), Amid Mortal Words, All Empires Fall (anthology), Citizen Second Class, Robot Planet, Wallflower (time travel) and the Ghosts and Demons Series (Haunting Lessons, Death Lessons, Fierce Lessons, and Dream’s Dark Flight).

Please check out all my books at the links down the right side of this blog.

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How to Be Smarter Than People Smarter Than You

And here’s one more:

Planning to win, you’ll find this useful.http://mybook.to/DoTheThing

Buy the book Do the Thing to do the things.

“Great stress relief advice from someone who’s been there All sorts of great stress relief advice culled from many disparate sources and delivered in a friendly, honest, personal and relatable voice. Something here for everyone.“

“A pot-pourri of tips, tricks, and strategies for combating all manner of stress and strain in your life. Chute draws from a wide array of social, psychological, technological, and religious fields to help the reader both understand and manage the daily struggle of modern life”

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The AFTER Life Meet-up

A rare visitor appears on the porch.

This really made my day. Andrew lives 75 minutes away. He’d read AFTER Life Inferno and wanted to dig into the rest of the trilogy, Purgatory and Paradise. He jumped in his car and made the journey to our world headquarters in Other London. Now he’s got them all!

We had a good long chat, too. Of course, we maintained our distance. (This shot was taken through the glass of the door.) I so appreciated that he made the journey to buy books, I mean, 75 minutes to me, 75 minutes to get home? That’s a reader, man!

It’s funny how connections get made. I attended a performance by director Kevin Smith years ago. I came home and wrote a blog post about how inspiring it was. Andrew was in the audience that night and picked up what I was putting down.

Enjoy AFTER Life, Andrew! So glad you made the drive. You’re in for a happy ride.

Andrew Butters is an author, too.

He writes a cool blog called Potato Chip Math.

Here’s a link to his books.

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How to Dopamine Detox

VIDEO: How I tricked my brain to like doing hard things.

If you are feeling less motivated, part of your energy management strategy might be to curate where your dopamine fixes come from. A little dopamine detox might get your mojo back in gear and refresh your energies.

To boost your productivity, dare to give these strategies a try for a day. Let me know if it helps. And, hey, total honesty? I know this is hard. I had this video bookmarked for a couple of days before I got around to listening to it. That done, I think it makes a lot of sense.

Good luck!

 

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What good & bad people have in common

In research for several of my books, I’ve soaked in prepper culture. I warned in This Plague of Days that the apocalypse would be boring, especially at first. In This Plague of Days, Season One, I spent a lot of time on the effects of quarantine on an average American family. My zombie apocalypse wasn’t all about having a castle with unlimited ammo and shooting zees all day for fun and freedom.

Besides gathering food and whatnot, one of the Spencer family’s first trips is to a library to stock up on books to keep them entertained. (Jaimie’s father was a librarian so they really stock up!) The Spencers prepared for the siege pretty well. Turns out, some of prepper culture is full of shit. They enjoyed their paranoid fantasies and stocked up on guns and ammo but maybe not enough on toilet paper and seeds. After a short time in isolation, many are crying to be let out way too early. They may have lots of MREs, but no heart. (Buckle up, by the way. This pandemic is just getting started, but that’s a topic for another post.)

Protests versus terrorism

The people who are protesting that their states need to open up so they can get a haircut are horribly misguided. I would have more sympathy if they maintained physical distancing and wore masks while they screamed about house arrest.

(Hint: You’re not really under house arrest. You’re not being oppressed. The well-informed authorities are trying to save you from yourselves and protect us from you.) 

I know folks are hurting financially. Many do have genuine and valid concerns about how to get money coming in to feed their families. However, these armed Covidiots aren’t peacefully protesting to receive UBI, food relief, and governmental supports for healthcare efforts. They aren’t demanding moratoriums on rent and mortgage payments. Instead, murdering irony forever, they have “My body, my choice” on their signs and car windows.

Newsflash: You aren’t pro-life, after all. You’re pro-selfishness and all for short-term thinking that will result in a greater economic collapse and more mass graves.

Some even call the pandemic a hoax. Gee whiz, guys! If it’s a hoax, it’s the most elaborate one in history and I’m not sure what the aim might be. We all live in the same economy. No one wants to trash it. We all have at least a few loved ones we’d like to see survive. It takes heavy Alex Jones-level mental gymnastics to achieve that kind of confirmation bias. You do know Italy exists, right? No? How about New York? Did New Yorkers make up slammed hospitals because they’re a blue state? If so, damn, those ambulance sirens wailing all day and night sure were a nice touch to the massive deception.

The Defining Moment

The most pathetic thing I’ve seen in these armed terrorist gatherings is a big guy in a stare-down with a nurse. She’s in her mask and scrubs, arms crossed, not budging. He’s desperate to intimidate her. Dude, with the amount of death she witnesses in one shift, you aren’t going to scare her in your Army Surplus camo and beret. You’re emboldened by a president who tweets about “liberating” democratically elected states from the tyranny of saving lives. That nurse and all the healthcare professionals like her are trying to save civilization. If called upon, she’d even try to save your dumb ass. Screw you, Beret Guy. Go home. Stay home. If you have concerns, write a letter to your government officials while you still have a post office.

There’s the moral fulcrum: Beret Guy doesn’t care who dies as long as he gets to fire up the grinder of capitalism and enjoy him some waffles that ain’t take-out. Healthcare workers suffer in an attempt to stall death and end suffering.

If anyone’s having trouble identifying who’s who:

Beret Guy is a terrified terrorist.

The nurse standing her ground is the brave protester.

 

 

Closer to home

No one is immune to poor decision-making skills. I used to work in healthcare and still watch a professional forum where the issues of the day are discussed. In one thread, a manual therapist whose husband was in pain from tennis elbow asked about recommendations for a brace. Applying cross-fiber frictions to lateral epicondylitis isn’t that big a deal for professionals trained in assessment and treatment protocols. Isolate the tissue, treat, and follow up with hydrotherapy and remedial exercise. It takes just a few minutes and there is no great danger. The therapist only asked for an equipment recommendation. It shouldn’t have gone south. It sure did.

And then the Deluge

Self-styled gurus and pedants descended upon her, burning up the comment threads with the same bullying comments, over and over. “Treating your spouse is illegal!” they cried. “You could lose your license!”

Those colleagues valued appearing virtuous more than true empathy and compassion for people in pain. They may have technical skills, but I have a rule: Don’t consent to treatment from self-aggrandizing sociopaths. (That’s a good guideline for people to avoid when you vote, too.)

Consider the alternative for a moment: The therapist’s spouse is in pain. She can help him quickly, easily and safely or he can try to get an appointment at a clinic for a non-emergent issue. Good luck with that, sure, but if he succeeded, then what? He risks going to a doctor’s office, possibly getting infected with COVID-19 or bringing the virus to the office? In other words, these so-called experts would rather people risk death than defy a bad law in these extraordinary circumstances. Spoken as true healers, guys, Good job, you goddamn defects.

I am so glad I am retired from manual therapy so I can write for a living. I loved my patients, yes, but my provincial regulators and administrators couldn’t be trusted to exercise good judgment and discretion. The job didn’t pay enough for the stress headaches it gave me. I’m healthier now for having let that career go.

Guidelines for defiance

If you are desperate for income, I understand that all too well. Carrying guns, attempting to intimidate frontline workers, and opening up too soon is not the answer. Most people can’t make $1200 last ten weeks unless they’re already homeless and sleeping under a bridge. Demanding more of a federal response and societal supports would make sense.

Those screaming to be let out so they can freshen up their spray tan are a threat to themselves and many innocent people. If they were minorities acting like that, I fear the next response would come from the National Guard.

Don’t block ambulances. Don’t be a dick for a bad cause. I know you’re scared. We all are. Masking your fear by carrying an AR-15 to a protest doesn’t make you look braver. Your protest signs don’t tell me you are a patriot speaking truth to power. Your empty slogans advertise your disrespect for science and spelling. (I misspell sometimes, too. It’s no grave sin. Please don’t make it a way of life that defines your character.)

What do good and bad people have in common? Defying the law.

Bad people defy good laws designed for public safety because they’re criminals. They have bad wiring, lack skills and opportunity, are stupid and selfish (or a combination thereof).

Good people defy bad laws because sometimes laws defy reason. Why? Because we’re trying to have a civilization here! Let’s work together to survive and thrive in mutual respect and compassion.

I recommend changing bad laws by working peacefully from within the system. Vote. Run for office or campaign for your candidate. Demonstrate peacefully. If you must be a dick, dare to be a dick for a good cause. There are rare times when defying laws makes sense. When you do it, make sure it makes sense.

Make sure a reasonable person would suspect you’re one of the good guys.