NOSEY BIO: Loud, brass, and tastelessly attired, I.B. Nosey is famed for his exuberant “Greetings, cybernuts! This is I.B. Nosey, your official unofficial reporter!” He seeks answers to the kind of probing questions no accredited journalist would deem intelligent, let alone newsworthy enough, to ask. Fleet of foot, wide of mouth, and fluent of tongue-in-cheek, I.B. Nosey’s unique interviewing style is comparable to none.

Winner of the Pukelitzer Award. Spokesman for Gum Drop Island’s confectionary plantation. Featured in InD’Tale magazine and The Woven Tale Press.

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Alex J. Cavanaugh Takes Flight with I.B. Nosey!


NOSEY: Greetings, cybernuts! This is I.B. Nosey, your official unofficial reporter! Today I’m coming to you from— waaah! *crashes into structure*

ALEX: *hears noise, throws open door* Nosey! *shakes head* Well, I’ve heard that you always make an entrance, but... *reaches up to pull Nosey –face first— out of side of door* Oh, man, Nosey. Your nose is really stuck. Wait a sec… *grunts and yanks and grunts and yanks and grunts and yanks…*

NOSEY: *voice muffled* C’mon, fella! Pull! This door isn’t made out of Nosey-ish material and I—I— *with a loud whoosh, he pops out from steel door*

ALEX: *drags Nosey inside* Did you really have to plow into the side of my spaceship?

NOSEY: Hey, it’s not my fault. *gingerly touches nose* When you fly without a parachute, it’s hard to direct your landing, ya know.

ALEX: Without a—? *mouth drops open, then he snaps it closed* No, don’t even answer that.

NOSEY: *looks around, and gives low whistle* Whoa, dude. What is this place?

ALEX: My spaceship, like I said. You don’t know where in outer space you are?

NOSEY: Of course I do. You’re speaking to the only Pukelitzer award winning cyberspace reporter. I’m a professional. I know how to do my job. *backs against wall, trips over feet, falls to floor*

ALEX: *quirks brow. Remains silent*

NOSEY: And this reporter… *leaps to feet, brushes down side of blazer* is here to report, dude. Yeah, nobody reports like me. I’m the one and only, and I’m here to report about you, Mr…er, um. Who are you, anyway?

ALEX: Alex J. Cavanaugh. You’re to interview me about my book, CassaDawn. *slaps hand to forehead and mutters* Can’t believe I signed up for this.

NOSEY: *chuckles* Oh, yeah. That’s right. Uh, wait a minute. *checks notebook*

ALEX: Are you serious? An old-fashioned notebook? Where’s your iphone?

NOSEY: What’s an iphone?

ALEX: *blinks* Forget I asked.

NOSEY: Ah ha! *brightens Yeah, something called CassaDawn by Alex J. Cavanaugh. See? *smirks* Told you I’m a professional.

ALEX: *grunts* All right. So let’s get started, ‘cause… *walks to console* I’ve got lots of work to do.

NOSEY: No problem, pal. I’ll just nosy around while we talk and check here, and look there— whoa! *opens closet door and jumps away* Holy Creepy Buggers! What’re these?

*Two large creatures jeeber and jeep and twitter and tweep*

ALEX: Oh, don’t mind them. That’s Quazy and Qootsie. They’re my pets. I got them at the planet ‘Upon a Blue Moon’.

(So these aliens aren't exactly as Nosey described, but do you think a real pic of Quazy and Qootsie can be found at the stock photo sites?)

NOSEY: But they’re green!

ALEX: *frowns in thought* Good point, Nosey. Maybe it wasn’t at ‘Upon a Blue Moon’. Maybe I picked ‘em up at ‘Chlorophyll CafĂ©’ while I refilled my energy tanks in the Z.P.D. Doo-dah quasar system.

NOSEY: *gulps* They’ve got only one eye, dude. Yeah, and one ear and five legs and…

ALEX: *scribbles on computer screen with fancy-dancy, personalized Alex J. Cavanaugh space pen* Watch it, Nosey. They do like to snuggle.

NOSEY: Heh heh. *tugs at collar and edges away as pair of ‘holy creepy buggers’ creep up in an unholy creepy buggy kind of way* Maybe this would be a good time to read the blurb of your book, Mr. Cavern…er, Mr. Cave-Man, I mean—

ALEX: That’s Alex J. Cavanaugh, and that’s a great idea, Nosey. *touches computer key and image of book pops up*

ALEX:  Here we go: ‘CassaDawn’ The prequel to the Amazon best-selling Cassa series! A pilot in training… Fighting the odds, Byron is determined to complete Cosbolt training. Poised at the top of his class, only one situation holds him back—his inability to work with anyone in the cockpit. Byron’s excellent piloting skills won’t be enough without a good navigator…      

*Sounds of Nosey slapping green ‘holy creepy buggers’ skin*

NOSEY: Don’t touch the threads of my tweedy-weedy blazer, guys!

ALEX: *glances across shoulder* Having trouble, Nosey?

NOSEY: Who? Me? *wipes sweat off brow* Er, no. No. Heh heh. Your pets, they’re… *grimaces* Snuggling too close. Yeech! *shies away as ‘holy creepy buggers’ flutter eyelashes* Can’t ya call ‘em off?

ALEX: Why? They love to hear about my Cassa series.

NOSEY: Ya think so, pal? I bet they don’t even know what the Cassa’s a series of.

ALEX:  Ah, sure they do. CassaDawn is the free short story that leads into the full-length science fiction trilogy. *grins* Hopefully, your readers won’t say it’s a series of unfortunate events.

NOSEY: Yeah, I— huh?

ALEX: So what can I tell you about Byron?

NOSEY: *gives fast look around* Who’s he?

ALEX: *sighs* C’mon, Nosey. Byron. The guy in my book. 

NOSEY: Oh. That Byron. *edges away from ‘holy creepy well, those same green buggers as before* Yeah. So who’re those odds he’s fighting?

ALEX: Say what?

NOSEY: You know. You said Byron’s fighting the Odds. *jerks thumb at buggers* They any relation to these fellas?

ALEX: Hm. Well, they are green skinned with big eyes…

NOSEY: I knew it! *skirts past a ‘far out’ space chair*

ALEX: *laughs* Byron’s ‘odds’ is his rebellion. It’s kept him on a very tight leash most of his life, his personal world invaded on every level. He’s not expected to succeed, you see, surely not as a top-level fighter pilot.

NOSEY: Uh huh. And you said he can’t work with anyone in a cockpit.  You -ah- *searches beneath table, behind chair, behind Alex’s back* got a cockpit stashed away in here?

ALEX: Well, it’s like this, Nosey. Cassans can communicate telepathically, something that’s demanded of a Cosbolt pilot and navigator.

NOSEY: Yeah? What’s that mean?

ALEX: It means Byron doesn’t like that connection. It all goes back to feeling invaded, you know. And, to answer your question about a cockpit — That’s where a pilot and navigator sit. And, um…*gives mock cough* not to be confused with where roosters fight. Or anything to do with—

NOSEY: *screams* Get away from my tweedy-weedied blazer pockets, you itchy fingers holy creepy buggers, you!

ALEX: That’s curious. *narrows gaze* What’s ya got in those pockets, Nosey?

NOSEY: Listen, Mac. *runs to other side of room to escape from green buggers flexing their itchy fingers in the depths of his bulging tweedy-weedied blazer pockets* I’m the interviewer. I ask the questions.

ALEX: *shrugs* You do know that I communicate telepathically with Quazy and Qootsie?

NOSEY: *slams on brakes and stares at Alex* For real?

ALEX: Course I do. What kind of space fiction interview would this be if I didn’t?

NOSEY: *lips curl in suspicious sneer* You can’t read my mind.

ALEX: Actually, you’re wanting to know what Cosbolt training is.

NOSEY: *gasps* I am?

ALEX: Aren’t you?

NOSEY: Uh, well. *drops voice to whisper* Since you mentioned it, I’ve got a Nosey feeling Cosbolt’s got nothing to do with Gum Drop Island chocolate, does it?

ALEX: Nope. And it’s got nothing to do with elves, either - Keebler’s or Santa’s ‘cause the Cosbolt is the elite space fighter ship. Those who fly her require several years of training. CassaDawn features the simulator-training phase.

NOSEY: Does it feature your pets too?

ALEX: No way. *winks* I brought them along especially for this interview.

NOSEY: Well, you didn’t do me any favors, bro. *bares teeth as green buggy pets jeeber and jeep and twitter and tweep and close in around Nosey*

ALEX: Ah, Nosey. They’re not making you feel insecure, are they?

NOSEY: Me? *puffs out chest* Hey, I’m the official unofficial reporter, and insecure is my middle name. *pauses* Uh, wait a minute.

ALEX: *grins* Yes?

NOSEY: Uhhh… *thinks, and then thinks again* Okay. What I meant was is that you have an insecure group, right, that you’re a leader of?

ALEX: That doesn’t sound any better.


ALEX: Get your facts right, Nosey.


ALEX: The fact is that I have a blog called ‘The Insecure Writers Group’.

NOSEY: Yeah. You offer support, right? Like Lego blocks?

ALEX: Well, an insecure writer is pretty much every writer. We have concerns, worries, fears, issues - it’s a lot of fun. Want to join us?

NOSEY: Yeah, I— huh?

ALEX: *snaps fingers* Oh, that’s right. You’re an interviewer, not a writer. So guess you don’t need our support that’s more like Lego blocks and less like—

*Alarm bell rings and spaceship veers violently*

ALEX: *takes command of steering wheel. Yes, steering wheel because every spaceship has one. Right, Alex?* Time to end the interview, Nosey. The space air marshal is hot on my tail. I’ve gotta outrun him.

NOSEY: What? Why? *spins in agitated circle* You a space bad guy? What’d ya do? Steal a couple thousand of Milky Way Bars?

ALEX: Ha! That jerk’s been after me ever since I stole his girl.

NOSEY: B-b-but I thought you were a bachelor!

ALEX: Of Fine Arts, yep.

NOSEY: So you stole Ms. Fine Arts?

ALEX: Huh uh. I stole, and managed to wed, Ms. Fine-Looking.

*Ship streaks across galaxies, comets, planets…and lots of other spacey-kinda constellations*

NOSEY: Whoa! Can’t you drive, fella? What kinda pilot are you? *thuds against spaceship wall while Quazy and Qootsie look kinda Queasy*

ALEX: You gotta exit, Nosey, cause you’re not allowed in any CassaDawn Outer Limits. *pushes button and space door unlatches.*

NOSEY: Huh? Whadda ya…? Aiiii! *falls into the depths of  black and white, spooky, really creepy Twilight Zone*

ALEX: Nosey! Watch out for— *winces* My apologies, Mr. Serling. 


Alex J. Cavanaugh has a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree and works in web design, graphics, and technical editing. A fan of all things science fiction, his interests range from books and movies to music and games. Online he is the Ninja Captain and founder of the Insecure Writer’s Support Group. He’s the author of Amazon Best-Sellers CassaStar, CassaFire, CassaStorm, and Dragon of the Stars. The author lives in the Carolinas with his wife.

Find Alex here:

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Sunday, May 7, 2017

An Important Trifling 'Did You Know?' Moment with I.B. Nosey!

"Did You Know...?"

Sue pecked pickled seashells down by the peppered seashore.
A piper of seashells Peter Cipher sold.
If Peter Cipher peppered a slew of picked seashells,
How the pickle did Sue syphon her sea-bells that Peter Cipher piped?


This has been a 'Did You Know' moment with I.B. Nosey, brought to you
by I.B. Nosey and those Mischaps from Gum Drop Island.

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Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Greetings, cyber-nuts. This is I.B. Nosey, your official unofficial reporter reporting to you from my official unofficial post with The Insecure Writer's Support Group blog hop.

Don't know what IWSG is? Well, visit the above link and you'll discover that author Alex J. Cavanaugh put together his swell blog in an effort to help authors succeed in their writing. And the list of authors that've signed up demonstrate how much they appreciate his effort.

I, as I.B. Nosey, have borrowed the question from Alex's site which my author, Miss Mae, will be only too happy (heh heh) to answer!

The question: What is the weirdest/coolest thing you ever had to research for your story?

Miss Mae: Okay, for my books I seek to stay in my safe zones, meaning I don't get too technical or create a setting that I don't know a little bit of something about. However, in my romantic mystery, "Catch Me If You Can", there are some references to "computer geek talk" in pixels, hiding code, encryption. Also, I have a "person of interest" who works in a "place of interest".

Gulp. For a stay-at-home Georgia housewife, these points became a challenge.

And Google wasn't much help! LOL

However, just when I needed it, I was contacted by someone who wished for me to interview him. That was Mike Angley, Special Agent OSI (USAF ret.) And, with his knowledge and background, he supplied the information I needed.


So now, it's a hasty retreat back to my snug, safe, 'only-imagination' zone. :)

Also, the IWSG site states: "Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance."

I appreciate that statement because this month I'd like to inquire how writers build a newsletter list of subscribers. Though I downloaded and have attempted to follow through on Nick Stephenson's ebook, ummm...not working for me as Nick promised!

Nick advises giving away a free book. I'm giving away three, with that handy link to sign up at my newsletter included...but no takers.

So, if you've found a successful way to entice subscribers, care to share? :) Thanks!


Until next month, this is I.B. Nosey signing off. Be sure to visit the IWSG link and hop over to participating blogs. Also, follow on Twitter @TheIWSG with the hashtag #IWSG.