‘Edgar’s Worst Sunday’- Available Now

Today, I’m happy to announce that my new novel, ‘Edgar’s Worst Sunday’, is now officially available for purchase at Amazon.com, Chapters.ca, and anywhere else you get your books!

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In life, Edgar Vincent always maintained one great passion—himself. A semi-successful composer, his rock star lifestyle suited him well, and his narcissistic outlook ensured he was a man with few concerns. Callous comments, thoughtless promiscuity, binge drinking, and excess sufficient to shame Caligula were standard Saturday night fare.

 Sundays for Edgar had always been a painful haze of sickness and regret.

 So, when Edgar finds himself in the cloudy planes of the afterlife on one particularly bleak Sunday morning, he determines that in order to find peace, he must put aside his ever-present hangover and try to figure out how he ever got to this point…and where he’s meant to be going now. But as Edgar makes his way through this surreal spiritual realm, he realizes that facing his death is hardly as difficult as facing himself.

 Heaven, however, presents Edgar with an unending smorgasbord of hedonistic delights, so he’s in no particular hurry to change his self-serving ways. After all, considering he’s already dead, what more could he possibly stand to lose?

Follow the link here, or by clicking the picture above to order your copy now!

-Brad Oates

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An Exciting Week for Brad OH Inc.

This is a very exciting week for everyone here at Brad OH Inc. Our debut novel, ‘Edgar’s Worst Sunday’ is releasing this Wednesday, October 31st! That’s right, Halloween—spooky!

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To celebrate this, please remember to join us at the Tavern on Whyte–where the majority of the book was written–for food, drinks, and conversation, as we celebrate the launch of ‘Edgar’s Worst Sunday’.

We’ll be gathering at the Tavern on Whyte, starting at 3:00pm on Sunday, November 4th. Come for the special drink menu, great company, delicious food, and the chance to buy ‘Edgar’s Worst Sunday’ and get it signed by the author (that’s me!).

Please RSVP to this event at the link here, and if you are definitely planning to pick up a copy of ‘Edgar’s Worst Sunday’, please let me know to ensure I will have enough copies available.

I look forward to seeing all my friends there, and celebrating this important chapter of Brad OH Inc.!

Thanks to all,

-Brad OH Inc.

‘Edgar’s Worst Sunday’- Launch Party

Today, I’m thrilled to announce the upcoming Launch Party for my new novel, ‘Edgar’s Worst Sunday’. Join us at the Tavern on Whyte–where the majority of the book was written–for food, drinks, and conversation, as we celebrate the launch of ‘Edgar’s Worst Sunday’.

We’ll be gathering at the Tavern on Whyte, starting at 3:00pm on Sunday, November 4th. Come for the special drink menu, great company, delicious food, and the chance to buy ‘Edgar’s Worst Sunday’ and get it signed by the author (that’s me!).

Please RSVP to this event at the link here, and if you are definitely planning to pick up a copy of ‘Edgar’s Worst Sunday’, please let me know to ensure I will have enough copies available.

I look forward to seeing all my friends there, and celebrating this important chapter of Brad OH Inc.!

Thanks to all,

-Brad OH Inc.

‘Edgar’s Worst Sunday’- Now Available for Pre-Order

Today, we are happy to announce that our novel, ‘Edgar’s Worst Sunday’, is available to pre-order online at Amazon.ca and Chapters.ca!

In life, Edgar Vincent always maintained one great passion—himself. A semi-successful composer, his rock star lifestyle suited him well, and his narcissistic outlook ensured he was a man with few concerns. Callous comments, thoughtless promiscuity, binge drinking, and excess sufficient to shame Caligula were standard Saturday night fare.

Sundays for Edgar had always been a painful haze of sickness and regret.

So, when Edgar finds himself in the cloudy planes of the afterlife on one particularly bleak Sunday morning, he determines that in order to find peace, he must put aside his ever-present hangover and try to figure out how he ever got to this point…and where he’s meant to be going now. But as Edgar makes his way through this surreal spiritual realm, he realizes that facing his death is hardly as difficult as facing himself.

Heaven, however, presents Edgar with an unending smorgasbord of hedonistic delights, so he’s in no particular hurry to change his self-serving ways. After all, considering he’s already dead, what more could he possibly stand to lose?

Follow the link here, or by clicking the picture above to order your copy now!

-Brad OH Inc.

Why We Write

Under the Green Desk Lamp…

Keyboards are less romantic than a good quill pen. Or a pen at all for that matter. There’s nothing especially enchanting about the click of a modern keyboard. Even those unwieldly old typewriters have them beat in that regard.

Yet for the most part, they are our tool. No longer does a writer sit upon a thick leather chair and dip their quill into fresh ink as heretofore unimagined wonders etch themselves across the clean white page directly from that writer’s imagination.

It’s a lot more head-scratching, start-and-stop bursts of keyboard mashing, and the occasional slide down whatever rabbit hole of google links begins with your subject and ends with your distraction.

The style can be forced, of course, but who has time for that?

The question could be asked, why bother?

In fact, that very question was asked of me quite recently, or something rather like it at least. A good friend and colleague was wondering about whether they should continue to write, struggling to keep their head above the cold flood waters of their present self-loathing and doubt.

Those are a couple of traits which have not abandoned writers into modernity.

It’s tough. It’s frustrating.

Occasionally, it’s infuriating.

If my friend wanted me to talk them into keeping it up though, their bet was off the mark. I did, of course, tell them how much I enjoyed their work—that was true. Beyond that though, all I could do was wish them luck.

Trying to quit?

Yeah…we’ll see.

It may be a good decision to take some time off, but I’ll put it in ink…sorry, ‘.doc format’ right now—you’ll be back. Most likely, you’ll be better for the time off. In some ways at any rate.

It all depends how long it takes.

I don’t expect it will be long.

It doesn’t begin and end at the keyboard, after all. That’s just the easy image. It’s also the questions that pop up in everyone’s mind, and how in yours they turn from questions, to postulations, to weird ideas, to full mythologies. All in a moment, and how you’re left with your fingers twitching for the moment you can type it all out—or screaming into the voice-recorder of your phone in some god-forsaken alley, ignoring the perturbed expressions of the passersby as you struggle to get it all out.

It’s in the way you turn things over in your head—turns of phrase, or conversations past, present, or future—how you play things out, stop and rewind, and do it all again.

Again, and again, until it’s right.

It hurts when it’s not, and it walks beside you all day reminding you of the unloved monstrosity you have created and are now responsible for entirely.

Of course, when you get it right…well, to capture that feeling perfectly would be to find the words we’ve all been looking for all our lives.

Then, there are the times in between those others. The times when we learn, and work. When we see red ink and get a thrill, and ask for more and more not to justify our own decisions, but to hone our art—to sharpen our tools.

These are the times when inspiration does not rain from the sky, and we find ourselves before an empty screen writing about why we write rather than what we’d meant to write.

Never mind all that.

You may stop. You may question if you should. That’s natural, I expect it happens to most of us at some time or another. But if it’s in you, you won’t escape it. And when you feel it again, remember where you left your pe—fuck.

-Brad OH Inc.

Magic

Under the Green Desk Lamp…

Bass and belts and chains and masks,

Grins and laughter, beats and flasks,

Flashing lights and rails of brass,

And ice cubes clink in highball glass,

Inhale of shock and flash of eyes,

Temperature soars and heartbeats rise,

Blurring lights and twisted smile,

Order up and stay a while,

Such madness always does the trick,

Thrill of escape or true magic?

-Brad OH Inc.