Why I bought a book This was the second time I had stopped into the independent bookstore closest to me to try to get them interested in carrying my novel, The Trier. The first visit I left my promotional signing card, my business card, and, I thought, a good impression. I had heard nothing... Continue Reading →
My decision to self-publish was found in a brown paper bag "Could there be some silent audience eagerly awaiting his new novel? Some hidden force unrecognized by the publishing and critical world of New York City, which, like an orbiting space station, looks upon the rest of America without ever interacting with it? -excerpt... Continue Reading →
A troubling thing has been happening since I published my historical fiction novel, Tripio. I have been getting asked quite a bit the question: “What is a tripio?” This question was first asked me at a class on memoir writing at the Indiana Writers Center. No one in the class with me knew what... Continue Reading →
“I’m sittin’ in first class and they can all kiss my ass, ‘cuase I’m goin’ back baby, back outta the world.” In Tripio, the protagonist Jay is writing his first novel. It is a road book. One of Jay’s literary heroes in Tripio is Jack “That’s not writing, that’s typing” Kerouac. It is in... Continue Reading →
So much out there. So damn much. Too damn much. If you are reading this post then you have come to it by deciding to pass up millions of other blogs. First let me congratulate you on how wisely your are spending your time. It isn't easy to navigate once you click and fire up... Continue Reading →
Sure, I have novel on Amazon. Who doesn’t? I have been working on the already completed sequeal, prequeal to Tripio entitled Back outta the Wordl. The Pandemic has created serious obstactile to my to my “Glorious 5-Year plan’ to publish novel a year for the next four years. If it weren't that, another challenge would... Continue Reading →
Yesterday when my son came home from work he announced he was moving back out of the house. It was only a matter of time. He had lived away at Purdue for four years and has quite a good job and a nice new car. Still, I was in no hurry to see him go,... Continue Reading →
