A while ago, I decided not to do any more book reviews on this site, for two reasons: There are already some great reviewers out there and I was not sure that I had anything to add to what they have to say; I read mainly books by indie authors Read more
When I was twenty years old and living in Sweden, I ran across of copy of Think and Grow Rich by Napoleon Hill. As it did for many others, it changed my view of the world. As an ambitious young man from a working class family, I felt that it offered me a Read more
I first dipped my toe into the waters of writing eight years ago. It has been an amazing learning experience and never more so than in the last six months when I embarked upon this wild indie-publishing ride. I have been an avid reader for all of my life (that Read more
Many of the people I follow on Twitter, and who follow me, are writers. So I thought it would be good to write a post for you all. I have been a writer for only eight years and it was less than a year ago that I finally had a novel worth Read more
Since I became an indie author, I decided that I would support my new peers by reading fiction only from indie authors. The result of this decision is that I download a lot of sample chapters but usually do not buy the books. This is because either the subject doesn’t interest me Read more
The other day I walked past the main downtown post office and saw a sign in the window that caught my attention. My first reaction was to tweet: Sign at the post office today: “Heroes work here”. As 9/11 approaches it made me think that the PO undervalues the word Read more
Chapter 1 I didn’t die last night. The sandpaper sound of Roy’s voice tells me I wasn’t that lucky. Another day to fight my way through. The pain is deep in my bones. My toenails hurt. My hair hurts. A claw bites into my shoulder, sending a new Read more
Those of us who are lucky enough to spend most of our time writing know what a phenomenal rush it is to write something and feel really good about it. “Ah!” you think, “he is going to talk about the burden of editing.” Well… no. I love editing. It gives Read more
The doorbell’s ring makes the words Avon calling spring unbidden into my head. Before the last chime has faded the door is snatched open. She sees us and casts a desperate look around and behind us. I know what, or rather whom she is looking for. I hold up my Read more
The thought of crossing this line fills me with dread. I feel rooted to the ground. I know that once I move I will be changed forever. Steeling myself—or am I just delaying the inevitable?—I look up at the trees. They are old growth, moss covered monsters that have stood Read more