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Give a Scott in a box this holiday season.

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Bargains at Christmas are always welcome, so to help you leap feet-first into the Holiday spirit, we're offering 15% off everything we sell here at Scott Brick Presents for the rest of December. This is, of course, in addition to our when you buy an entire series, so when you purchase THE CHRONICLES OF THOMAS COVENANT or THE PHOENIX LEGACY, you're actually getting 25% off. Be it a digital download or one of our wonderful slipcovered editions of audio or MP3 CDs, all SBP titles are on sale for 15% off through January 1, 2011.

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For digital downloads, there is a coupon code you'll use. When it comes time to pay for your purchase, just plug in the code "xmas2010" into the coupon code field, and your total will dwindle before your very eyes.

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If you're buying a slipcovered edition of audio or MP3 CDs, it's even easier. The price has already been discounted for you, so all you have to do is click the button and buy your title(s) through PayPal, as normal.

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This is just our way of saying thanks for all your loyalty and support during 2010, and to send you into 2011 with some good words in your ears.

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Wishing you the best this holiday season,

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Jim Dennison, Scott's great-grandpa, with Cookie looking on.

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Despite the fact that I'm writing this on July 30th, it is a Christmas story. The reason for starting this blog so long before publishing it in December is a personal one. See, today would have been my great-grandfather's 106th birthday, and it's a day I always celebrate. Why? Because he's the man who made me love the spoken word.

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I'm often asked why I got into audiobooks, but I don't usually tell the real story; I'll usually point to my love of old time radio instead. It's not because I don't want to tell the story; just the opposite. Problem is, most of the time I'm asked these questions during an interview or a panel discussion, and I'm very conscious of the fact that I'll be fighting a word count, maybe a few hundred for an article, or a minute or two for a panel. This is a long story, though, one whose import and power don't come through when I rush it. So I keep silent, and usually only tell it every few years, when the time seems right, when nobody's in a hurry to be somewhere else, when I can take my time to not only tell the story properly, but to relish the memory. Because it's one of my favorites. Without a doubt, my favorite Christmas memory of all time.

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I'm not sure if anyone reading this in December will remember, but on the evening of July 30th, 2010, I posted the following on :

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On this day in 1904, my great-grandfather Lewis Ford "Jim" Dennison was born. Jim was a terrific human being, and because he lived to such a ripe old age, I was blessed to know him for many, many years, far into my adult life. He was gruff, peremptory at times, as strong and tough a man who ever lived, but he also had an infectious laugh, and wasn't afraid to cry. It's been more than 15 years since he passed, but I miss that man every single day.

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Jim was always around when I was a kid. As he'd done with my mother, he helped raise both my brother Mike and myself. And maybe because he was such a tough guy, it was all the more amazing when he'd cut loose with a laugh, or tell a joke. His laugh really was infectious, as Mike and I were to find out, much to our chagrin.

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See, it turns out Jim had a bunch of jokes in his head that he'd first heard back around World War I. Most of these jokes were the result of an old vaudeville act he'd seen, two guys named Moran and Mack, who went by the name . Problem is, these jokes really weren't funny to us. Yeah, no, not funny at all.

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Before going further, let's talk about the elephant in the room: The Two Black Crows were, without doubt, politically incorrect: they were white guys in blackface. They were precursors to the famous radio comedians , but to be fair, if you didn't know they performed in blackface, you'd likely not be able to tell just by listening. Their humor wasn't as painfully racist as many of their contemporaries, but rather more laconic than anything else. Even though they're largely forgotten today, they had a pretty successful run back in the early days of the 20th Century. The team appeared in vaudeville with W.C. Fields, on Broadway in the Ziegfeld Follies of 1920, and when talkies arrived, they even starred in a couple of feature films for Paramount. "The Two Black Crows" became a weekly radio show in 1928, but the act soon ended when Charles Mack died in an automobile accident in 1934.

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I was about nine when Jim started telling us about them, around 1975. My brother Mike and I would be working in my parents' Western Auto store in Porterville, California, when out of nowhere Jim would bust out with some cornball joke he'd heard two vaudevillians perform. One in particular was about these two guys who were going to go down to the post office. If you get there first, the one guy said, you make a line. If I get there first, I'll rub it out. Or something along those lines.

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Vaudeville humor, right? Nothing too sophisticated. Mike and I were clearly old hands at refined comedy, even at that tender young age. Jim, that's not funny, we'd say, that's stupid.

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Nope, Jim would reply. That's comedy.

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So, years go by, it's now the mid-'80s. I'm a theater student at UCLA, and have long since discovered the glory of Old Time Radio. I'm such an enthusiast that I go to an OTR convention in Los Angeles. While there, puttering around in the dealer's room, I happen upon a guy selling old records. REALLY old records, as in 78s. The vast majority of them are old musical acts, but I notice that a few are comedians like Jack Benny and Eddie Cantor. Reminded of the comedy albums by Steve Martin and Eddie Murphy I loved when I was a kid, I began to wonder if people made comedy albums even back in the day of 78s�?

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I asked the dealer if this was the case, and he said absolutely, lots of old comedians recorded their routines on vinyl. That's amazing, I thought, not putting two and two together until he said the words, "Quite a few vaudeville acts recorded their routines for posterity."

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And all of a sudden, it hit me. The Two Black Crows were vaudevillians. Any chance THEY could've recorded their stuff�?

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"Absolutely," said the dealer. "I've seen a few of their records, think I even own a couple."

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It was November at this point, and an idea suddenly hit me, fully formed in my head. Christmas was a scant five or six weeks away. Wouldn't it be cool, I thought, to let Jim hear voices that had been silent for half a century?

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Scott Corbett was the record dealer that day. He's an amazing guy, and when I told him about my idea, he became my own private record detective, a guy who crawled through not only his own musty, dusty record collection, but sifted through others' as well. Scott originally thought the Crows had made a total of five records, and he was pretty sure he could get me four of them, but I'd get these periodic phone calls, sounding like an old noir-ish gumshoe tracking down a misbehaving spouse. "Turns out there are six records, and I'm pretty sure I can get five," he'd tell me, then soon call back and say, "Spoke too soon, there are SEVEN records, and I've got a line on SIX!"

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Every time I heard about a new one, I'd yell, "Buy it!" Which was pretty bold for a poor college kid. I was in desperate straits that year, and I probably had a budget of about $50 to spend on Christmas. Total, for everybody's gift, combined. Jim's present alone turned out to be about $150, but I didn't care. I somehow knew I'd stumbled upon that thing we always crave at the holidays: the Perfect Gift Idea. Given his age and precarious health, it seemed as though this might be Jim's last Christmas. I wanted it to be a truly special one, so "Buy it!" became my new mantra.

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I drove out to Scott Corbett's place in Ontario, about an hour out of LA, to pick up the records, and soon realized I had a dilemma on my hands: I was now the proud owner of half a dozen 78RPM records, with nary a record player in sight. I didn't own one, and more importantly, neither did Jim.

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Yikes! What was I supposed to do now?

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Scott Brick Presents audiobooks are the perfect surprise gift.

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Not only are Scott Brick Presents audiobooks great to give yourself, they're also dandy to give to others. SBP and iAmplify (our e-commerce friends) make it easy to send a book as a gift, whether that's a digital download or one of our nice slipcovered editions on audio or MP3 CDs. All of which can be found for your holiday perusing pleasure right here in (and don't forget, everything is on sale through January 1, 2011!).

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If you're buying a digital download, you can click the "Buy As A Gift" button in the right corner of the iAmplify page. You buy the book, and iAmplify emails your friend to let them know to download their book.

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Merry Christmas, and happy holidays to all!

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Just in time for Halloween! Announcing the newest installment in my First Editions line of audiobooks: Scott Brick Presents GOTHIC HORROR: BLOODCURDLING TALES FROM THE WORLD'S GREATEST AUTHORS.

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I've long been a fan of the horror genre. True horror, that is. Not the bloodletting that Hollywood tends to think of as horror, but rather fiction that horrifies us through that all-powerful condition: dread. As so eloquently wrote in the introduction to his short story collection:

"Dread is that tension, that waiting that comes when you know there is something to fear but you have not yet identified what it is. The fear that comes when you first realize that your spouse should have been home an hour ago; when you hear a strange sound in the baby's bedroom; when you realize that a window you are sure you closed is now open, the curtains billowing, and you're alone in the house."

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Well, nobody conveyed dread quite so well as the purveyors of . What separates Gothic horror from its more mundane contemporary, you ask? The Gothic brand combines elements of horror and romance and, seemingly above all else, atmosphere. Ever notice how often fake ruins inhabit English landscape parks (or Hollywood sets)? It's because they represent the inevitable decay and collapse of human creations, a much loved staple of this type of fiction. Gothic horror is a genre rich in history that's given us some of our favorite tales of all time: , , , , , , and .

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So to celebrate not only Halloween, but the Gothic horror genre as a whole, I've decided to start a new yearly tradition. I've recorded a collection of my favorite scary tales for release this year in this first GOTHIC HORROR collection, and every year hence I will add a new story, a new author. (Recommendations are welcome! You can email me your favorites at [email protected].) The great part about all this is that, after you buy the collection, you can just buy each year's new story individually without having to repurchase the collection. This will also allow me to constantly provide new material in this cherished genre, and give you an ever more complete collection of classic horror on audio.

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Gustave Dore's illustration matches Poe's intensity.

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For our initial compilation, I've included some true heavyweights:

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* 's classic poem, an aching story of personal loss, in

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* 's famous tale of Ichabod Crane, a headless horseman, and their fateful ride in

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* A rare fragment of a ghost story by , saved by her widower, in which Napoleon is haunted by a man he killed, in

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* One of 's first published stories, in which a thinly-disguised version of himself witnesses one man's descent into madness, in

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But wait, there's more! (Sorry, always wanted to say that.) I've thrown in a couple bonuses for this collection. The first is the Jacob Marley sequence from ' that I released a couple years ago. It is, after all, a ghost story, and for anyone who thinks of A CHRISTMAS CAROL only in terms of a watered-down, Disney-fied homily, you should take another listen to Scrooge's chain-dragging visitor in Stave One. You'll never think of ghosts in quite the same way again.

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And then there are two sequences from our original First Editions title, 's . Born of a fateful night of storytelling at Lord Byron's house, a dark and stormy night that also produced the very first vampire story, this tale of the Modern Prometheus is a must in any collection of the scariest stories of all time.

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As with all First Editions releases, GOTHIC HORROR will have bonus materials: a plethora of frightening images � as well as a few humorous ones � from horror stories throughout the ages. I hope you enjoy them.

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And to celebrate our initial release, I've decided to play trick or treat. When you purchase GOTHIC HORROR, look for the Coupon Code box and type in "trickortreat1" (no quotation marks), all lower case, all one word (see the very end of this article for the full list of coupon codes). If the store says the coupon has expired, move to "trickortreat2", then upward in order through "trickortreat10". If you're among the lucky winners, your purchase is free!

Ride, Ichabod, ride!

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And because I'm in such a giving mood, and love scaring listeners as much as I do, you can do the same if you'd like to try your hand at a free copy of our rendition of FRANKENSTEIN. Just type in "frankenstein1", "frankenstein2", on up through "frankenstein10". Good luck!

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Okay, back to the studio I go. In the meantime, before anyone soaps your windows this All Hallows Eve, or you find yourselves overrun with sheet-shod children, or tiny gremlins crying out for sweets and treats, I hope you'll take a few moments and listen to the stories that helped inspire this tradition. Turn off the lights when you do. Or better yet, light a candelabrum. I'm sure Edgar Allan Poe will smile if you do.

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Thanks for listening,

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Happy Halloween!

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The man who launched a thousand episodes.

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A few weeks ago, on the night of Thursday, September 30, 2010, a friend and I got to talking on the phone about . I was telling him the story of how I met Cannell several years ago while narrating one of his books. For about a half hour, I was effusive in my praise, stating that without doubt, Stephen J. Cannell was the most generous man I've ever met, and having met a number of very generous souls in my career, that was saying something. Twelve hours later, I learned that Stephen had died that night.

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I felt like I'd been kicked in the stomach.

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Far more than just a hero for the work he'd accomplished in television, Stephen was also the most passionate man I've ever known in the way he approached his life, someone for whom success would always be second to his family and his friends. And when his colleagues gathered to say farewell at his memorial, I realized that my impression of him was exactly the same as theirs: rather than make any mention of his phenomenal TV success, they spoke instead about the love he showed his family, and the passion with which he lived his life.

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People familiar with his work are aware of the unique place he occupies in the TV pantheon � at one point his production company had so many shows on TV that they employed over 2,000 people � but fewer are aware of how much adversity Cannell had to overcome in order to achieve it. Born in an era where the concept of dyslexia was utterly foreign, where instead of being understood you were merely labeled stupid or lazy, Stephen was advised by nearly everyone he knew to follow in his father's footsteps and take over the family furniture business. Given the extent to which Stephen suffered from dyslexia, it seemed sage advice. Yet his passion was writing, and it would not be denied.

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Despite a tremendous amount of personal rejection he persevered and sold his first TV script in 1968 to . Just three years later, he became story editor on , and just three years after that, created � soon to be followed by , , , , and .

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After several decades of this furious creative pace, Stephen focused his energies on what had been the dream of his youth: to become a bestselling author. Of course, he brought that same awe-inspiring energy he'd turned on his TV endeavors to his fiction, crafting 17 novels in a 15-year span. Although several are stand-alones, it was the character he created in , , that would capture his audience's heart. Ultimately, he wrote ten novels in the Scully series, each one of them eagerly anticipated by his legion of fans. ( for a list of Stephen's novels.)

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Stephen narrated several of his early novels himself, but with his dyslexia, he never enjoyed the process much. By the time he wrote his fourth Scully novel, , in 2004, he decided that it was time to get a new narrator, and it's here that my path crossed Stephen's for the first time.

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Stephen J. Cannell with wife Marcia and daughters Tawni (L) and Chelsea (R) (son Cody not pictured).

I got a call early in 2004 from his publisher, asking me if I'd be interested in recording a book written by Stephen J. Cannell. A lifelong fan of THE ROCKFORD FILES, and especially of WISEGUY, I leapt at the chance. "Sure," I said, "count me in. When do we start?" They'd get back to me, they said, he "just wanted to know if you'd be willing to do it." My jaw hit the floor. "You mean Cannell asked for me, personally?" I asked. "Yeah," they replied. I couldn't quite get over the fact that the guy I idolized in my youth knew who the hell I was. It's still hard to fathom it.

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I recorded soon thereafter, as well as his next title, , but it was in 2006 when I began working on that Stephen and I met for the first time. He got in touch and asked if I'd be willing to do an interview with him, something we could record and attach to the end of the audiobook. Absolutely, I assured him, I'd love to. One more thing, he added, would you be willing to have me bring a video camera and record it? Heck yeah, I told him as soon as I caught my breath, I'm there.

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That day turned out to be one of my favorites of all time, though it wasn't without problems. We'd already finished recording the book by then, and I was well into my next title, which I was really under the gun to get finished. I took a morning off from my recording schedule, one that was really tough to make time for, given that crazy deadline pressure. When I got to the studio, I remember seeing Stephen walking toward me, a huge, overpowering presence: he had a huge grin, a mane of well-coiffed hair, and a big powerful handshake, all of which he turned on me. "Scott, I can't tell you how great it is to meet you, I'm a huge fan of yours." I was stunned that he'd taken my line.

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For me this was a return to a job I'd done several times before; as I've written here in previous blog posts ( and ), I spent years writing magazine articles, and had conducted easily five hundred interviews during that time. We covered all sorts of things: his mammoth TV success, his passion for writing fiction, the issues with dyslexia he always had to contend with. And whereas I can't recall the questions or answers with tremendous clarity, what I remember clearly was what he talked about between camera takes: his family. He asked if I'd ever been married, and I replied no, I'd come close a few times but had never taken that big step. He smiled hugely, nearly blinding me with those startlingly white teeth, and told me family is what life is all about, this in such a way that it was clear he was really saying, 'Get off your ass, kid, take the plunge, you won't regret it.' He told me about his wife and kids, how proud he was of all of them, and how much joy they all brought to his life. It was a beautiful moment in a day that would be filled with them.

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Mr. T and Mr. Cannell

What happened next still amazes me. I told him I'd run out of my questions, and basically began winding up the interview, trying to put a button on it. "Well, I've got a few of my own for you," he said, pulling out a clipboard, and then proceeded to interview me. It was the most gracious thing I'd ever experienced. Here was a guy who'd achieved so much success, yet who didn't mind sharing the spotlight at all, who actually enjoyed turning it away from himself to shine fully on someone else.

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For those of you who've never worked in Hollywood, trust me when I say, this is rare. Rare, and delightful.

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He asked me about my writing, having seen online that I'd been hired twice as a screenwriter, adapting a science fiction novel for the big screen. He encouraged me to talk about this at length, reminding me, "Hey, producers might wind up listening to this audiobook, Scott. Sell yourself." I did so, though haltingly, unprepared for this moment as I was. When he asked if I had other ideas all my own, rather than just adaptations, I said yes, but little else. Again, he prodded me, saying he was sure those producers would love to know more about those, as well. And it suddenly struck me that Stephen was doing his damnedest to help me get hired for more work. In Hollywood, producers are always asking, "So what else you got, kid?" Your next idea is your ticket to your next paycheck, you should always be ready to talk about them at the drop of a hat, and he was schooling me to do so now. Again, I was overwhelmed at the generosity of it all.

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My one regret of the day came when we were finished, and he asked if I'd like to go grab lunch with him. I stammered that I was booked that afternoon, and had to finish up this other title. I could tell he was disappointed, which flattered me, but also that he respected my work ethic. I told myself, hopefully there'll be other opportunities for lunch.

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Sadly, there weren't. I ran into him several more times, at book signings or the LA Times Book Fair, but circumstances just weren't quite right, never as right as they would be that day in the studio. He stayed in touch with the occasional phone call or email from his office. When he wrote a stand-alone novel with a somewhat sinister lead character two years ago, , he called me to discuss how he saw this guy being played, giving me some personal direction that I truly cherished. Later, when he saw the audiobook had received a great review in ("Brick's uncanny ability to tear words from the page and breathe life into them is almost scary, and the end result is perhaps one of the best commercial thriller audio books in recent memory"), he sent me a lovely note and a bottle of champagne. He even came close to attending a party at my home, though got called away by other commitments. So close, yet so far.

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About a year ago, I was coming up on my ten-year anniversary in the audiobook business, and my friends and co-workers here at Scott Brick Presents decided to throw me a surprise party. For it, my manager Gina Smith reached out to a number of the authors whose work I record, asking them for a quote to put in a commemorative book she made for me. The book was published privately and I've never shared what any of the authors wrote, but I've included Stephen's words here, because I treasure them:

I used to read my own books. I'd show up at the recording studio around seven A.M., sit on a stool, try and get that old diaphragm tucked up tight under my rib cage so I could project properly, and then I'd let fly. I always had my characters' voices all worked out. My hero would sound like Casey Kasem. The heavy would growl in a sort of George C. Scott, Patton-esque imitation. The girl� well, the girls were always a bit harder. I'd tighten my belt three notches, forcing my voice up three octaves. Ten hours later, I'd leave with a blinding headache and a call time for seven A.M. tomorrow.

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It was brutal.

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One day, I said to myself, why am I doing this? There are stupid, broke people all over L.A. who will scoop up this gig and do it for me. Enter Scott Brick.

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Scott has taken this baton, or maybe it was a box mic, and run with it. He has freed me from this god-awful chore. He also happens to be much better at it than I ever was. In the eight or nine books since I stopped doing this, I've not gotten one call or piece of mail begging me to return to that stool. Not one note that says, 'I love it when you read your own books.' Oh well, I guess some changes are blessings.

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Add to all this the fact that Scott is one of the really good guys, and voila, before you know it, you have ten years in recorded books. Time really flies when you're perched on a stool with your diaphragm tucked up under you.

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Scott, you are a treasure. Thanks for all the great reads. Don't ever give me that damn mic back.

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Your bud,

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Steve (Stephen J. Cannell)

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Heh heh. Broke, stupid people. That Steve, what a kidder. The night of my actual ten-year anniversary, I opened that bottle of champagne he'd sent me the year before. What a gift.

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Even Santa wants to pitch Stephen on a TV idea.

This past Easter Stephen was diagnosed with Stage 4 melanoma. The following day they learned the cancer had spread to his brain. He underwent radiation and chemotherapy, and continued to work, I'm told, on his next Shane Scully novel. Soon he participated in a new form of treatment that was showing promising results, but ultimately became ill from the side effects and needed to be hospitalized. In their email after his passing, his family wrote, "In the end, he decided to leave the hospital and go home to live his last days in peace, resting comfortably in his house, with football on the big screen and his family at his side."

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Despite never having met his family, or the lovely folks at the office who'd pass along our messages, I was invited to pay my respects at his memorial, and it was overwhelming. Never have I seen so many celebrities, yet none of them spoke about the entertainment industry that day. They all just talked about how much Stephen loved his wife � his Junior High sweetheart, Marcia � and his kids, Derek, Tawnia, Chelsea and Cody. (Actors, writers and producers NOT talking about Hollywood. For those of you who don't live in Los Angeles, I hope you can appreciate how unique that is.) More than anything else, what people talked about was Stephen's personal mantra: do whatever it takes to be happy. There's never a good enough excuse not to.

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I share all of this with you today, on Tuesday, October 12, as it is the day that Stephen's final Shane Scully novel, , comes out on audio. It's a great story, one that combines the great loves of Stephen's life, fiction and television, in a fashion that only he could. In so many ways, it's the book he was born to write. And more than anything else, if these are to be the final words we have from Stephen, they're a fitting memorial. Without giving anything away, the ending is a wonderful final scene, a lovely way to say goodbye to a beloved character, as well as the great man who created him. I hope you'll give it a read, or give it a listen, and say your own personal farewell.

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Take care, Stephen. Thanks always, for all your kindness and generosity. I'll remember it always, and I'll forever be grateful.

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Thanks for listening,

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Of Stephen J. Cannell's seventeen novels, ten were part of the series. If you want to check them out, I've presented all of his books in order below. They've all been recorded on audio; my own work on the series started with his tenth novel, the fourth in the Shane Scully series, VERTICAL COFFIN.

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This is probably my favorite week of the year, the year when my two biggest passions � comic books and audiobooks � collide in San Diego at .

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For those of you who aren't aware, long before I narrated my first audiobook, I spent three years writing for the comic book press, turning a lifelong passion into a great way to make a living. I had a...

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Commemorating Scott's tenth year in audiobooks.

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Finally. The judges have spoken, and the winners of my Share the Experience contest are ready to be announced.

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This is actually the second time I'm announcing the winners. The first time was live in front of all the attendees at this year's . It seemed appropriate, as that's the place where we officially launched the...

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Commemorating Scott's tenth year in audiobooks.

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Okay, I'm sure you all never thought you'd see the day. That's okay, sometimes I wondered myself.

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Fact is, we're down to the final 25 contestants. As I've been tabulating the results, it's given me an opportunity to listen to a great many of the entries; since I'm not one of the judges, I wasn't entirely sure when I'd have the chance to, but given that this...