Monday, December 31, 2012

Happy New Year's

Hello fellow Bloggers and budding fan base!  I just wanted to wish you all a safe and Happy New Year!  We will be celebrating downtown at RiverStreet, Savannah, to ring in the magic hour!

Also wanted to share some exciting news about THE SAVANNAH SYNDROME!  For those of you who either don't own a Kindle, or have just been looking for a regular print version of the book, we just went live!  To purchase a paperback, just click here!  A great way to spend your New Year's Day, reading an insightful look into one potential future for our country.  This book could be the read to inspire much needed change across the board in our society, government, and faith.  But you'll never know if you don't read it...

Happy New Year's!

Sunday, December 30, 2012

Another Review on Amazon Has Been Posted!

Hello Bloggers, and hopefully budding fan base!  We had another review come in to the Amazon page!  Another 5 star rating for THE SAVANNAH SYNDROME!  This one comes from username "erin daniels," who writes:

The Savannah Syndrome was a fascinating read. Jason Zimmerman introduced two characters that complimented each other perfectly. Savannah is smart, resourceful and able to take care of herself yet very innocent of the ways of the world. Then comes Marcus, ex ranger who is very worldly. They both come to realize they have many things to teach each other. Such a super read! I would highly recommend this book to anyone!

Well, that's four positive reviews so far!  Hopefully, those are enough to convince you to head over to the link at the top of this page and check out the story yourself.  At only $2.99, it is a bargain for the world you are about to enter, a world that will leave you fearing, and perhaps cheering, for the Savannah Syndrome...

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Weekly Writing Post Expanded

Just wanted to share this, since I feel the 500 word requirement for this week's Weekly Prompt from Writer's Digest was a little stifling.  This is the original, uncut story I cranked out this morning before hacking it down to 500 words, this original was only 1,400 and I feel a much more entertaining short story, and still a short story.  Remember the prompt was you receive an email from your future self at midnight on New Year's Eve.  This version does have some adult themes and should only be read by an adult audience:

I can feel the bass reverberating through my intestines.  Or at least I think I can.  After another gulping shot of some wild concoction of four different hard liquors, I am not sure I feel anything besides a deep, tingly buzz.  But the bass is loud and deep and, again, I feel it moving inside my intestines.


Ten minutes until midnight and I realize that it's not just the music I feel moving everything around inside my belly, it's the all-you-can eat sushi I thought was a great deal, and idea, to eat with my current fling before we headed to this swanky roof-top New Year's Eve party.  My date is gyrating to the techno mix next to me, garnering the attention of another well-dressed computer enginerd who seems more likely to be blessed with the gift  of coding instead of the gift of feeling the beat.  That was one reason I maintain a higher social profile than much of the has-beens of Silicon Valley:  I could cut a rug, and most chicks digged that.  


Less than eight minutes to go in the countdown and my lower abdomen pinches in pain.  I could make it until midnight, steal a kiss and then rush to the bathroom.  Just had to do some clever clinching and minimize my movements. 


Of course, now, my date, wearing a flattering, tight sequence dress wrapped around ample curves, decides she wants to "drop it low" and beckons me to follow.  I playfully wink and shake my head, realizing I was no longer sweating from all the intensive dry-humping we had been doing on the dance floor, but, rather, because I had to go.


I had to go now.

No time for explanations.  I made a bee-line for the rest room, which luckily had been cleared out as everyone prepared for that magical moment at midnight.  My date would be pissed, but I could care less.  After I get my fun out of her tonight, I'd be on to the next one, unless she proved herself unique in the Clinique.

(#mysaying, #nottalkingaboutmakeuphere).

I mumble a painful apology to the restroom attendant and rush down the line of sparkling urinals (#notformuchlonger) and slide around the open door of the last stall.  I give the seat a quick once-over with a thick, protective handful of toilet paper, close and lock the stall door, pull my iPhone out of my pocket and loosen my belt.  My pants and boxer briefs are around my ankles and my ass is barely on the cold plastic seat (#gooditsnotbuttfleshwarm) before my dinner makes a hasty exit.  Maybe I could still make it by midnight, and I am losing precious seconds but I had to Tweet about my current predicament, it was too ironic not to.

I turn on my phone to see a new email alert, "OPEN IMMEDIATELY.". It's from me, well, my GMAIL account, which I labeled "ME."  Odd. I open and read.

Dear Me, You, Us:

Hey douchebag (and I mean that in the strongest sense because you are one right now, stop hash tagging everything, it's not hip, it's stupid).  Let me give you specifics that only we would know so you take this email for the seriousness it requires.  One:  I know the real reason you had to rush out in the middle of the night to buy a new keyboard for our parents computer from Wal-Mart and that you dumped the old one in the dumpster behind the store (and you will still get flush forty years later when the memory of that night resurfaces).  Two:  the spicy tempura is currently making your anus burn.

I stare at the screen, wanting to wipe that burning sensation away from thus referred to region, but could just sit frozen.   All I can do is keep reading.  (#wtf)

I am writing you using GOOGLE's beta program TIMEMAIL.  I know, pretty lame name, but we didn't come up with it.  We did help write the code from the program, and I don't have to tell you how well it works.  I just have to tell you what you need to do.  That dorky hipster you saw moving in on your girl, well, guys a genius and as tonight would have gone, you would have walked out there and caught him kissing your date at midnight.  You would then act all tough guy and threaten to beat his ass but he mulls things over by not just buying you another drink, but paying for your whole tab and apologizing for the whole incident (your date needed a midnight kiss regardless of what your weak stomach needed).  Well, anyway, the three of you end up leaving together and it begins a weird love triangle thing that lasts several weeks (yes, she was "unique in the Clinique," and yes, you are gay, so you can stop pretending, or bisexual as you might feel more comfortable grasping, but soon the female part of the equation is going to remove herself from this budding relationship and it'll be just you and him.)  This CAN NOT happen.  You and him, he and I, we write the code for TIMEMAIL, we create it from a silly idea of emailing ourselves in the past to comfort our conflicting sexuality and it develops into a REAL thing.  A REAL BAD thing.  I refused to use it until now, because I understood the evil temptations that could rise.  Be nice to send an email to tell past-you to buy up as much APPLE stock as you can when it is only $100 a share wouldn't it? This program is evil and it is the ingenious creation of the brilliant mind horribly dancing on your date right now.  I need you to do something drastic.  When you go home with him tonight, you need to kill him.

(#shitjustgotreal)  I force down the lump in my throat and keep reading.

They're both into some crazy shit, and if I remember correctly he wants to choke himself with a belt while she performs on him and you perform on her.  Use the belt.  Make it look like an accident.  Kill the girl if you need to as well.  But I doubt either of us would be up for that.

I stop reading and put my phone down.  I was not capable of murder, and unless this was a hoax, future me should know that as well.  And I was not gay.  This had to be a trick.  So I did the only logical thing to do, I hit reply.  (#seriouslywtfwasinthatlastshot)

I send a brisk email back to me to see what would happen.  The main question I ask future me is why murder is necessary, why tonight and why I couldn't just convince this guy that sending emails through time was absolutely ridiculous (but even as I typed that I could feel the gears slowly turning in my mind), and lastly I reconfirmed my conviction that I was not gay.(#threeminutestilmidnight)

I hastily begin to wipe myself clean before I get a response.  It comes quite quickly.

Another email from "ME" marked URGENT.

I open it.

Whatever we did now changed things drastically.  TIMEMAIL is still up and destroying the future but ours has changed.  So strange how it happened.  Butterfly effect.  All I can say is that you have to kill Paul Davidson.  It is his tinkering that makes TIMEMAIL work.  He can't be given the opportunity to allow that to happen.  And you are gay.  Trust me.

I am about to reply again, I have finished cleaning myself and am ready to pull up, zip up, and man up to the challenges of the night (#howcanthisstudbegay), when a new thought kicks down the door to my mind.  I open my GMAIL chat app and there I am, top of the chat list, with an ominous green circle next to my GMAIL account.

My heart is pounding as I message my future me.

Is this me?

A long pause and then the most gripping conversation with myself unfolds.  At the end of it I leave the bathroom in a cold sweat, my heart pounding and my mind focused.  From what I have told myself, TIMEMAIL is the most corrupt technology ever created and the man behind it all is indeed awfully grinding on my date.  It is well past midnight, my GMAIL chat with myself had lasted through nearly ten long minutes of patrons banging on the bathroom stall and me shouting macho comments back.  But I knew what I had to do.  There were no hashtags for how this night would end.  I would have to save the world from the evil I would help create.  I would kill Paul Davidson.

Weekly Creative Writing Prompt Story

Happy Saturday Y'all!  (First Weekly Creative Writing Prompt Story)

So I have discovered that Writer's Digest does a weekly writing prompt and I am going to designate Saturday's as the day I will post the weekly prompt and what I have come up with.  I feel that this is a great way to offer people a free example of my writing and, hopefully, help build a solid fan base, and get people to buy the books I have put a lot of work into.  This will be the first week's post from their prompt.  Here is the prompt:

At exactly midnight on New Year’s Eve you receive an email labeled “Open Immediately.” The really strange thing is that the email is apparently from your future self. What does it say?

And here is the story I have come up with (had to be 500 words or less, mine was right at 500).  Enjoy:

I’m sitting on a cold toilet seat, hastily putting together a comedic tweet about how ironic the night had become.


The bass from the booming techno mix is still reverberating through my core even in the restroom, but no longer shaking lose my insides.  It was midnight and I had abandoned my date on the dance floor to rush to the toilet before my poorly planned, all-you-can-eat sushi made a hasty exit.  As I am formulating my tweet, my phone alerts in my hand.  It is an email, marked “OPEN IMMEDIATELY.”  I can hear the shouts and hollers as the magic moment hits.  My date is most likely looking for me, or perhaps locking lips with the hipster enginerd that had been trying to move in on her while we were dancing.  But instead of wiping myself clean and rushing back to the dance floor, I open the email, because it is addressed from “me,” well, from my GMAIL account at least.

Dear Me, You, Us,                       

Hey douchebag (and I mean that in the strongest sense because you are one right now, stop hash tagging everything, it’s not hip, it’s stupid).  Let me give you some quick specifics that only we, you and I, would know so you take this email serious.  One:  only we know the real reason you had to rush out in the middle of the night and buy a new keyboard for your parent’s computer when we were sixteen and you ditched your shame in a dumpster behind the store.  And two:  your anus is currently burning from all the wasabi you ate just a few hours prior.

I sit frozen, wanting to wipe away thus specified burning sensation, but afraid to because doing so would confirm that somehow I have emailed myself.  So, instead, I continue reading.

I am writing you from GOOGLE’s beta program TIMEMAIL.  I know, pretty lame name, but we didn’t come up with it.  We did help write the code for the program, and I shouldn’t have to explain how well it works.  If you are reading this email, then I have successfully sent you a message from twenty years in the future.  What I am about to say will change all of this, and everything else.  That hipster who was moving in on your date, well, the way the night would have unfolded, you two are about to become best friends.  He’s a bit of a genius.  You two come up with the idea of TIMEMAIL and his tinkering is what gets the program to work.  Bestselling APP ever, but it’s only been sold to the ultra-rich, ultra powerful, and they are using it to become even more well off.  You need to kill that man.  He can’t be allowed to create such a powerful program.  You must stop him.

I turn off the screen to my phone and take a moment to process before I finish my business and decide to never eat sushi again.  Happy New Year!

Friday, December 28, 2012

Happy Friday Y'all!  Well, I woke up to a few more copies of THE SAVANNAH SYNDROME sold and, even  better yet, we got a new review on the Amazon page.  A second 5 star review with a very thorough analysis that I wanted to share in this blog.  Here is what Amazon Verified Purchase customer jess213 had to say about THE SAVANNAH SYNDROME:

The Savannah Syndrome was extremely captivating. Jason Zimmerman created a heroine you couldn't help but root for. Savannah's faith in God was inspiring, her ability to take care of herself was almost heart wrenching. She brought lonliness to a new light and all you wanted was for her to achieve her destiny so she no longer had to isolate herself from the rest of the world. The book brought light to the way America is headed with corrupt politics and people losing faith in their country. A great read I would recommend to all!

That review made my day!  Hopefully it's enough to convince you that you have got to read this book!  And I'm not just saying that because I wrote it...

Thursday, December 27, 2012

This will be my new blog.  I guess I should have read GOOGLE's blogger policy and not just hastily checked "agree" since they shut down my last blog due to my constant posting of links to my newest novel, THE SAVANNAH SYNDROME (I will refer to this as TSS throughout this entry).  This blog will be dedicated to promoting TSS and my other works, Vernan, the Vegan Vulture and Superheroes:  The Novel.  These two works are available on both and the iBookstore.

With the plummet off the looming fiscal cliff just days away, I implore my audience to read TSS to see exactly how dark of a future could possibly exist when the Federal government quits becoming a functioning body in our country.  It's a quick, riveting read, or so I have been told, and will hopefully open readers eyes to the underlying problems within our country and world.

I will also be promoting the beauty of this majestic city my family and I have chosen to live in, Savannah, Georgia.  If you have never been to this historic town, I highly recommend making the trip.  Their downtown Northern district is one of the largest National Historic Landmarks Districts in the United States.  So I'll be closing every blog entry with a picture I have taken exploring this magical city.  Enjoy and I thank you for your continual interest.

Good day,
Jason Zimmerman
Savannah City Hall