I’ve tried out a lot of “looks…”
...but I haven't found the "real" me yet.
Why, yes…
This is nice
In a land Down Under…
…and, meanwhile, in the Great White North, this is happening:
Writer Problems
Not tryin' to save anybody's life here
But it’s damned annoying.
Dunno about any of you, but I kind of have a clock in my head (it takes up more mental space the older I get, but that’s a confession for another time). The clock is multi-functional, tracking hours, days, years, and regret…yes, I had to pay extra to get that feature installed.
Regardless, yesterday I was printing a copy of my next, as-yet unreleased novel (The Auditors of Doom) for my son to read and I happened to notice that the formatting on the internal dialogue was incorrect. It should be in italics, but most of it was in normal text.
For what it’s worth, it turns
An Idea Occurred To Me
An idea so crazy it might just work
One thing I love is getting reactions from readers. Whether Amazon reviews, comments on my webpage, responses to my Facebook posts, or even emails directly to me, I dig almost all of them.
While the odd bit of praise is certainly gratifying, one of the most unexpected pleasures of those interactions are the stories readers will sometimes tell.
Like the lady in New Zealand who worked in the swingin’ 60s for director and comedian Peter Cook (best known in America as the bishop with a weird speech impediment in “The Princess Bride,” but very cutting edge at
The Change of Seasons and
"Fall" makes me reflect too much
The days get cooler, leaves slip silently to the ground, the lush grass grows stiff and brown. In the clear skies of East Texas, I can see the wide, fluid V of different species of birds heading to their winter homes.
Our senior cat, Felix, is nearly 20 years old. He’s getting thinner, eating less, but always happy to sit on our laps, and just purr at the joy of being with me, my wife, my son, even my mother-in-law.
But he won’t be part of our family much longer, and that will be the closing of another small but significant chapter in our lives.
I look at that old typewriter, and it reminds
Too good not to pimp
A simple, spare masterpiece of storytelling
I know I said I wasn’t going to post anything else on the website today, but I ran across this and just had to make sure my readers knew about it.
It’s pure, in it’s own way, not ugly, not tawdry, but so damn honest. Check it below.
Unaccustomed as I am to public speaking
Unaccustomed as I am to Public speaking...
Okay, that’s a slight elision of the truth, as I have been known to tread the boards (I played the town’s good-natured simpleton in our local Community Theater’s Spring ThespFest, which performance my ex-wife called “brilliant type-casting”). And I’m not adverse to speaking in front of strangers, sometimes at length.
This Thursday, October 7, at 6pm PST (8pm CST, and etc), I’ll be the featured guest on a writer-focused radio show out of Los Angeles called “The Writers Block.” It’s been around for over seven years, with world-wide listenership of over 600,000 folks.
In fact, this is my second appearance on the
Confessions of a Very Minor Author
Confessions of very minor author
Okay, I know I’m not a household name. A few folks, though, have read my books, and from time to time drop a nice comment at my Facebook page or on my website.
But, as a vma (very minor author) who doesn’t receive any press attention worth mentioning, I have to tell ya, sometimes a review just makes a brother’s day.
See, writing the stuff isn’t the struggle. I’ve been doing it since I was ten (and nobody needs know how long ago that was). I wrote when it was free, I composed when I was underway (aboard a ship at sea, for you lubbers), I’ve written divorced, jobless, and heartbroken. I’ll keep writing, I
Gotta Be Honest…
Gotta Be Honest...
I just realized that a writer who was savvy about marketing would have already pumped out a couple of newsletters pimping his upcoming book.
It’s pretty clear I’m not that guy. I have subscribed to some newsletters, usually as the result of attending some online seminar about the bidness of writing. And more often than not, I’ve learned useful stuff at those seminars.
But, man…most of those folks, once they have a brother’s email, they will cyberstalk you, with their special offers showing up anywhere from once a week to every other day.
I get that we all have to advertise ourselves, our art and our commerce. But I really get annoyed
The Good Stuff Du Jour – Delbert McClinton
Good Stuff Du Jour
As part of my random pimping of good creative work, allow me to present Mr. Delbert McClinton.
I knew the name, but really nothing about the artist. After hearing this, I’ll have to give him another look.