Alex Carbo
@alexcarbo.bsky.social
Father of 2, fiancé of THE one. Firm believer that coffee tastes better in the woods.
Sometimes I write, but I never get it right.
Go Gators! 🐊⚡
Sometimes I write, but I never get it right.
Go Gators! 🐊⚡
"Money is like water. It always finds the lowest place."
@jordanharper.bsky.social
@jordanharper.bsky.social
December 4, 2025 at 3:19 PM
"Money is like water. It always finds the lowest place."
@jordanharper.bsky.social
@jordanharper.bsky.social
Every dinner, we ask our sons what was "The sun of their day". It's our way to teach them how to find joy in little things.
Tonight, my youngest went to bed super early and I got a chance to play chess with my oldest (7 yo).
It was amazing to see his mind at work.
That was the Sun of my day.
Tonight, my youngest went to bed super early and I got a chance to play chess with my oldest (7 yo).
It was amazing to see his mind at work.
That was the Sun of my day.
November 23, 2025 at 2:18 AM
Every dinner, we ask our sons what was "The sun of their day". It's our way to teach them how to find joy in little things.
Tonight, my youngest went to bed super early and I got a chance to play chess with my oldest (7 yo).
It was amazing to see his mind at work.
That was the Sun of my day.
Tonight, my youngest went to bed super early and I got a chance to play chess with my oldest (7 yo).
It was amazing to see his mind at work.
That was the Sun of my day.
I am thoroughly enjoying Mobland. But I feel like Tom Hardy is receiving a lot of praise for looking like a stone for 10 hours
November 16, 2025 at 11:02 PM
I am thoroughly enjoying Mobland. But I feel like Tom Hardy is receiving a lot of praise for looking like a stone for 10 hours
Rereading my own favorite novel right now, actually!
November 9, 2025 at 2:11 AM
Rereading my own favorite novel right now, actually!
“Only the middle ground of this wicked world mattered, the vast gap that stretched between, and those who were born with enough grit to brave it.”
November 9, 2025 at 2:10 AM
“Only the middle ground of this wicked world mattered, the vast gap that stretched between, and those who were born with enough grit to brave it.”
Hard to figure how so much awful horror could’ve started out with just them two horses and not a one yet named, both mindin their own business on that spring afternoon near the Tree Streets, nosin hay scraps at the back of Paddock A, ...
November 5, 2025 at 3:23 AM
Hard to figure how so much awful horror could’ve started out with just them two horses and not a one yet named, both mindin their own business on that spring afternoon near the Tree Streets, nosin hay scraps at the back of Paddock A, ...
Today's take: not being able to relate to the characters is not a valid reason to not like a book.
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October 28, 2025 at 12:27 PM
Today's take: not being able to relate to the characters is not a valid reason to not like a book.
October 26, 2025 at 6:34 PM
Reposted by Alex Carbo
This baby’s been out for three weeks today, and I would love to see some more reviews over on A. If you’ve read, please drop a sentence or two about what you loved. Reviews will help more readers find these great stories. Thank you!
October 22, 2025 at 1:29 AM
This baby’s been out for three weeks today, and I would love to see some more reviews over on A. If you’ve read, please drop a sentence or two about what you loved. Reviews will help more readers find these great stories. Thank you!
Right way to start the weekend!
ARC of L.A. noir master Jordan Harper
ARC of L.A. noir master Jordan Harper
October 10, 2025 at 7:49 PM
Right way to start the weekend!
ARC of L.A. noir master Jordan Harper
ARC of L.A. noir master Jordan Harper
Saturday morning done right!
October 4, 2025 at 12:16 PM
Saturday morning done right!
"Nailer used nails once on a man lying flat on the floor. Not a religious man – it was the brother who was the priest in the family – but Christ that was some crucifix."
October 2, 2025 at 3:42 AM
"Nailer used nails once on a man lying flat on the floor. Not a religious man – it was the brother who was the priest in the family – but Christ that was some crucifix."
First hundred words of WHAT DROWNS IN THE DARK have been written today. Lets see if I can keep 'em coming
$2.3 million vanishes from an Irish crime family's high-stakes poker game, bartender Declan Murphy becomes the reluctant confessor as each suspect seeks absolution at his pub.
$2.3 million vanishes from an Irish crime family's high-stakes poker game, bartender Declan Murphy becomes the reluctant confessor as each suspect seeks absolution at his pub.
August 30, 2025 at 12:00 AM
First hundred words of WHAT DROWNS IN THE DARK have been written today. Lets see if I can keep 'em coming
$2.3 million vanishes from an Irish crime family's high-stakes poker game, bartender Declan Murphy becomes the reluctant confessor as each suspect seeks absolution at his pub.
$2.3 million vanishes from an Irish crime family's high-stakes poker game, bartender Declan Murphy becomes the reluctant confessor as each suspect seeks absolution at his pub.
I once exchanged emails with Eli Cranor where we discussed writing and high school football. He told me "Nothing tears a small town apart faster than football or a tornado."
Ill always remember that line.
Ill always remember that line.
August 9, 2025 at 1:26 AM
I once exchanged emails with Eli Cranor where we discussed writing and high school football. He told me "Nothing tears a small town apart faster than football or a tornado."
Ill always remember that line.
Ill always remember that line.
"There's no sincerity like a woman telling a lie"
July 31, 2025 at 12:08 PM
"There's no sincerity like a woman telling a lie"
"It felt awful, having the fancy french café packed with snowbirds voicing their petty culinary frustrations with the staff, while across the street at Meg O’Malley’s local patrons spent their unemployment checks on eighteen-cent Parliament bean soup and two-for-one beers , searching for a bottom."
July 11, 2025 at 3:49 PM
"It felt awful, having the fancy french café packed with snowbirds voicing their petty culinary frustrations with the staff, while across the street at Meg O’Malley’s local patrons spent their unemployment checks on eighteen-cent Parliament bean soup and two-for-one beers , searching for a bottom."
"Some people are little Chernobyls, shimmering with silent, spreading poison: get anywhere near them and every breath you take will wreck you from the inside out."
June 25, 2025 at 11:13 PM
"Some people are little Chernobyls, shimmering with silent, spreading poison: get anywhere near them and every breath you take will wreck you from the inside out."
“I guess I feel responsible for them. That’s the deal—they got my back, I got theirs.
”And here it was again: that stubborn brand of loyalty they taught in small towns everywhere, alongside kickball and active shooter drills.
”And here it was again: that stubborn brand of loyalty they taught in small towns everywhere, alongside kickball and active shooter drills.
June 15, 2025 at 11:03 AM
“I guess I feel responsible for them. That’s the deal—they got my back, I got theirs.
”And here it was again: that stubborn brand of loyalty they taught in small towns everywhere, alongside kickball and active shooter drills.
”And here it was again: that stubborn brand of loyalty they taught in small towns everywhere, alongside kickball and active shooter drills.
Ok guys. Give me poets writing crime fiction, please!
June 7, 2025 at 1:51 AM
Ok guys. Give me poets writing crime fiction, please!
More poets in crime fiction, please! ⚡
"Beyond plant nurseries and ramshackle houses, over train tracks with a busted signal, they continued into the palmetto-tufted pinewoods of Palm Bay, their home."
"Beyond plant nurseries and ramshackle houses, over train tracks with a busted signal, they continued into the palmetto-tufted pinewoods of Palm Bay, their home."
June 1, 2025 at 2:39 PM
More poets in crime fiction, please! ⚡
"Beyond plant nurseries and ramshackle houses, over train tracks with a busted signal, they continued into the palmetto-tufted pinewoods of Palm Bay, their home."
"Beyond plant nurseries and ramshackle houses, over train tracks with a busted signal, they continued into the palmetto-tufted pinewoods of Palm Bay, their home."
What is the best new crime series worth watching right now? I'm thinking Duster or Mobland. Anything else I'm missing out on?
May 30, 2025 at 11:11 PM
What is the best new crime series worth watching right now? I'm thinking Duster or Mobland. Anything else I'm missing out on?
Alright, Joe. Count me in on this one. Hooked with the first line, I am!
"In the blue dark of morning, Cueball arrived at Eddy’s doorstep with a cube of hash seasoned with cherry tobacco and wrapped in aluminum."
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"In the blue dark of morning, Cueball arrived at Eddy’s doorstep with a cube of hash seasoned with cherry tobacco and wrapped in aluminum."
@joepan.bsky.social
May 28, 2025 at 1:03 AM
Alright, Joe. Count me in on this one. Hooked with the first line, I am!
"In the blue dark of morning, Cueball arrived at Eddy’s doorstep with a cube of hash seasoned with cherry tobacco and wrapped in aluminum."
@joepan.bsky.social
"In the blue dark of morning, Cueball arrived at Eddy’s doorstep with a cube of hash seasoned with cherry tobacco and wrapped in aluminum."
@joepan.bsky.social
Well... F*CK YEAH!
I never win anything!
I never win anything!
May 20, 2025 at 6:12 PM
Well... F*CK YEAH!
I never win anything!
I never win anything!
You won’t believe what women can do. These women—their mistake was in thinking they burned with their own unique rage. Something deeper, darker than what the rest of us feel. Let me tell you—inside we all rage the same. It’s how we let it out that differs.
May 16, 2025 at 3:23 AM
You won’t believe what women can do. These women—their mistake was in thinking they burned with their own unique rage. Something deeper, darker than what the rest of us feel. Let me tell you—inside we all rage the same. It’s how we let it out that differs.
"His blood bubbled out of his mouth with every breath. He wouldn't be taking many more. I knew that, but he didn't, and therefore I looked down into the great pity of a person's life on this earth.
May 8, 2025 at 12:43 AM
"His blood bubbled out of his mouth with every breath. He wouldn't be taking many more. I knew that, but he didn't, and therefore I looked down into the great pity of a person's life on this earth.