Michael Alan Peck

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A Sneak Peek

Michael Alan Peck October 27, 2020 Leave a Comment

A Sneak Peek

…at the promo copy for the next book in the Commons series, The Margins:

“I think I did something. Something someone really bad was counting on me to do. And I think you helped me.”

Ray-Anne Blair isn’t buying it. She just wants Paul Reid to forget about the imaginary place he says he needs to return to—and to stop calling her Rain.

Everyone wants something. Jeremy Johns wants to do well at his job, but the new office is strange. So is his boss, Mr. Truitt. Annie Brucker wants to understand how she ended up back with her abusive ex. Her son, Zach, wants to know if he should trust whatever it is that talks to him from the dark of his closet, something so heavy it makes the floorboards creak. Jonas Porter, Audra Farrelly, Po the silent monk, and Charlene Moseley want to know where their prospective Journeymen have disappeared to—though the answer might spell the end of all existence.

Welcome to The Margins, a place that shouldn’t be but is, thanks to Paul and the others. They thought they’d won. Instead, they played right into the hands of someone who anticipated their heroic act. Now realms are crossing over, the universe is collapsing, and it’s up to those who created the danger to overcome it.

It won’t be easy, but why would it be? It’s The Commons.

Image credit: Dan Fernandez

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RAILS/Soon to Be Famous Virtual Panel

Michael Alan Peck May 22, 2020 Leave a Comment

RAILS/Soon to Be Famous Virtual Panel

Thanks to the good folks at Reaching Across Illinois Library System and the Soon to Be Famous Illinois Author Project for including me on this morning’s panel, where we talked writing and reading during the current pandemic, indie publishing, and more. Thanks, too, to fellow Project alum Geralyn Hesslau Magrady, who’s always great to appear with and who always has valuable insights and heartfelt stories to share.

Some links to a few of the tools and topics discussed:

  • Indie Author Project
  • Inkie
  • Scrivener
  • Vellum
  • Aeon Timeline
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Distancing Dispatch

Michael Alan Peck April 7, 2020 Leave a Comment

Distancing Dispatch

It’s 82 degrees outside, and we work with the windows open. It’s supposed to go back down into the 40s in a couple of days, but for now, it’s shorts weather.

And mask weather. But it was already that, no matter the temperature. Most people walking past wear everything from kerchiefs to surgical masks. Some are clearly homemade offerings, which earn extra respect from me. One guy, strolling with his wife and little girl, looks like an Old West train robber. Another looks like Bane.

We leave to get steps. In front of the building next door, somebody’s done up the sidewalk with a chalk activity walk. We’re supposed to follow a snaky line, skip, hop like a bunny, and take advantage of safe spots to avoid falling into lava.

We greatly appreciate the effort but cross through at a normal walk, as if none of it is there. We like when others get creative; we just usually refrain from participating. In that way, nothing’s really changed.

At the end of the day, a couple in the building across the street play a duet out their window, serenading two friends who stand on the sidewalk with their dog. It’s a perfectly respectable rendition of John Denver’s “Take Me Home, Country Roads.” I can’t see them clearly through the combo of our screen and theirs, but from the sound of it, I think the woman’s playing a ukulele. And her harmony is pretty damn good. After the friends move on, she starts into R.E.M.’s “It’s the End of the World as We Know It (and I Feel Fine),” but her heart isn’t in it, so she fades to a stop. Or maybe it’s just that it hits too close to home.

More people pass the window. I find myself thinking of the Gena Rowlands line from A Woman Under the Influence: “All of a sudden I miss everyone; I don’t know why.”

Only I do know why.

And I want them all to make it.

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Picture This

Michael Alan Peck July 13, 2018 Leave a Comment

Picture This

Colleagues take stealth photos of me when I’m not looking and then IM them to me. It’s kind of unsettling.

Image credit: sneaky photo by Sammi Esterman Balik
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They Caught Me Daydreaming

Michael Alan Peck June 13, 2018 Leave a Comment

They Caught Me Daydreaming

They caught me daydreaming when I was supposed to be thinking outside the box. I told them I was thinking outside the room.

Image credit: Camilla Soares under a Creative Commons license
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Michael Alan Peck December 27, 2017 Leave a Comment

2017 LDBC Wrap-Up on Good Day Sacramento

Did an appearance with my pal Cody Stark and team Good Day Sacramento to talk about the carnage of this year’s Little Drummer Boy Challenge. [Warning to the people of the future: this contains LDB, so if the game is in progress when you see this, do not watch it. It will kill you dead.]

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Michael Alan Peck October 8, 2017 Leave a Comment

Commons Music: Now and Not Yet

I’ve posted before about ambient/drone being the lifeblood of The Commons, and Hammock is in regular rotation. This, from their new album, Mysterium, is just gorgeous.

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Hello to You Wherever You’ve Landed

Michael Alan Peck June 5, 2017 Leave a Comment

Hello to You Wherever You’ve Landed

My dad would’ve turned 90 today. It’s the first birthday he’s not around to celebrate, and in the weeks leading up to this, I’ve repeatedly reminded myself to do the yearly ritual of buying his birthday and Father’s Day cards—before remembering that that’s not something I’ll do anymore.

In his eulogy, I talked about how the last time I saw him, I peppered him with terrible jokes just to get him laughing and about how if I had to live with a final moment, I can make peace with it being that one. It may not have been a real goodbye. But I’m not sure getting one of those in is anything but a matter of luck, ultimately.

The goodbye that comes back to me a lot these days happened nearly 20 years ago, in 1998. My wife, Renée,​ and I had eloped in April, and my parents wanted to have the chance to throw us something official. So later that year, we had a formal-esque brunch in suburban Philadelphia, near where I grew up.

It was a nice affair, with friends and relatives coming from quite a ways away to show up, and it ended the way many such things wrap up for guests of honor. It seems that people are suddenly heading off in all directions. And you thank as many of them as you can, but this thing that’s been anticipated for months is dissolving so fast as everyone goes back to their lives.

Back then, Dad had stumbled into a revived career of sorts with a company that had a Navy contract and was pulling engineers out of retirement because only the old guys had the necessary experience. And as our brunch was winding down, he was leaving in a rental car to catch a flight to where he needed to be.

Only I didn’t realize he was planning to do that. Either I’d been told and it hadn’t registered, or it just hadn’t come up. I thought he’d be sticking around, so I was surprised and a little weirded out to see him head down the restaurant driveway, clearly leaving for real.

“Wait—where’s Dad going?”

Somebody gave me an answer. Dad leaned over, smiled at us, and gave a quick wave as he passed. And then he was gone. Just like that. Just a pair of brake lights before a turn into traffic. I couldn’t help but feel like something was getting away from me, even though I didn’t know what it was. And for years afterward, every time I gave him a hug goodbye, I couldn’t shake that feeling—because at some point, it would be true.

The last time I saw him, I knew there was the very real possibility that there’d be no more partings. Yet I was surprised when that’s how it turned out to be. I guess part of me never really believed that would happen. I guess part of me still doesn’t.

Wait. Where’s Dad going?

Renée lost both her parents when she was young, and she’s often said over the years that you can’t know what it’s like until it’s happened. She was right.

All of this is probably coming off sadder than I want it to be when I thought it’d just be bittersweet. But take care with your goodbyes and your good wishes. Make them count if you can. They’re precious things.

Hello to you wherever you’ve landed, Dad. Here’s a good wish for the fifth of June. Happy Birthday, and be sure to hit ‘em with a few really awful puns for those of us back here.

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Luckier Now

Michael Alan Peck March 11, 2017 Leave a Comment

Luckier Now

Whenever I get to forgetting that life actually is better than it used to be—or is easier in many ways, at least—I remind myself that we used to live in a studio apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan where the floors were so slanted, I once opened the broiler to check on some chicken, and it all slid out onto the floor, piece by piece. I had to keep my feet hooked under my desk or I’d roll away from it and into the foot of the bed, which was just a few inches behind me because the place was so tiny.

The fuse boxes in the basement hung from their own wires, and whenever I blew a fuse and had to change it, which happened way more than I would have preferred, I had to kick the basement door in because the super kept padlocking it. The final time I did that, the old man who lived at the top of the basement stairs opened his door to yell at me.

“What the hell are you doing?” he said.

“Kicking the door in.”

“Why the hell are you kicking the door in?”

“Because they keep locking it, and I keep blowing fuses.”

“Why didn’t you ask me for the key?”

“I didn’t know you had the key.”

“What’s your name?”

“Mike.”

The old man thought about the situation for a moment. “You’re all right, Mike,” he said, and closed his door.

The only outlet in the kitchen was in the landlord halo overhead, so the ‘fridge ran off an extension cord hanging from the ceiling, next to a Punisher action figure that served as a chain pull for the light. And the water pressure was such that if two people in the building forgot to jiggle the handle and left their toilets running when they went to work, the water was dangerously hot and you couldn’t take a shower that day.

Neighbors would routinely put things down the toilet that clogged up the drain pipe leading out of the building—one time it was an undershirt—and the water would back up and take out the boiler, so we’d have no hot water or heat for a day or two and had to go a block away to the community-center gym to shower. Until the day a steam main blew in front of the gym, coating that entire block with asbestos. The gym closed for a week, and when the hot water went out, Renée and I found ourselves, buckets and towels in hand, walking up to the kind and generous Jennifer Gniady’s place to use her shower. (Thanks again, Jenn.)

Funny thing about New York. I never considered myself anything but incredibly lucky to have that apartment because it was cheap.

I’m luckier now.

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A Good Day Sacramento Appearance

Michael Alan Peck December 11, 2016 Leave a Comment

A Good Day Sacramento Appearance

Cody Stark and the good folks at Good Day Sacramento had me on to talk about The Little Drummer Boy Challenge, and a good time was had by all. Click here to watch.

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