Autism Denied Available in Print

Autism Denied is now available in two formats: kindle and POD (print on demand). My print versions have a wider distribution (even though I never paid for it). Not sure how that all works. My story collection sells steadily with at least two a day @ $2.99. The print copy is $8.99 for 200 pgs.

I am working slowly on the Habeas Corpus story. I find myself going a few days without touching it…life, things. Also, I think because once I’m there it’s hard to break away, and, I’m not exactly sure where I’m going with it. I have a feeling it is going to take me for a few unexpected twists and turns.

I’ve promised myself that I will complete The Sins of Dom sequel after this wip. No more distractions. I don’t think the agent will want to see a novella but I can’t imagine it being a novel. It would be way too long for the subject. Unless, I just dragged it out. I hate when authors drag on when the story is way over. It’s so glaring. The end is the end, period. Maybe the two together will suffice.

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Murder at Pudden Hill a Black Friday deal!

Who can explain the mystery behind sales and Amazon books. Not me. The Sins of Dom was moving along nicely. Then it stalled. Now, Murder at Pudden Hill is at 41k sales rank,, which is nice. Autism Denied, too, has three new purchases and three new borrows. That one is steady @ #15 on the best sellers list in its category.

If you’re one of my readers, thank you! If you stumbled upon my blog, please check out my works; I hope you will. Here’s a link to my fiction.

They are cheap, quick reads (we like that in these busy times) and tantalizing (my word for the month).

Thanks again. Without readers, I’m not a writer. Well, I am, but, not really. It’s like a being a chef with no customers.


Goodreads Review

Okay, so I received a review on a book, Blogging to the Dead, which I just stumbled upon. Unfortunately this book was rewritten with a new pov, new MC etc. and given a new title: A Portal to Leya.

It was a 3 star review, nothing too fantastic, but a lengthy critique. It’s not one of my best works, honestly. It’s out of my hands. I think I was excited about writing in a different kind of format (blog) etc. and the YA genre.

Autism Denied received two 4 star ratings, but no reviews on Goodreads. Nice.

I’m happy to see my works are on Goodreads and even Barnes & Noble. I’m still not sure how it all works, how these books get around, but it’s fine with me. The more visibility, the better.

I’m excited about my new WIP– The Slow Death of Habeas Corpus. I do hope the title works. I’ve been researching solar storms, nuclear shutdowns, important stuff I need to know. If I’m writing science fiction, I know that I’m up against some harsh critics who will be seeking incongruencies, discrepancies etc… no matter how infinitesimal.

If you’ve gotten this far, thank you. Let me know. : )

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Writing is Hard Work

If I had a penny for every time I’ve heard “He’s a hard worker,” I’d be rich.

These same people, the ones with a strong work ethic, I imagine, don’t appreciate the writer who spends enormous amounts of time behind a computer screen, writing fictional stories.

But, I wonder if people know how hard it is to write? We Americans pride ourselves on a strong work ethic, which doesn’t, I’m sorry to say, include writing, even though it’s pure mental acuity and intense focus. But, if there is no compensation, it’s worthless–according to the nonwriter. Yet, if I asked a writer if he or she thought it was a waste of time, I already know the answer. Why? Because I’m a writer and no time spent on words is ever wasted time.

Strange as that sounds, a writer, oftentimes, is compelled to write. They find a story in the details of life. They are walking recorders, noting the oddest moments and storing for later use.

But I attest, it’s hard work. As Ernest Hemingway puts it “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” Yes, it takes an emotional toll. You are delving into your subconscious and tilling the soil, weeding out the fodder of your darkest regions. But, still, you go there, you keep at it. As Gloria Steinem says “Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don’t feel like I should be doing something else.” How true. I, too, have never felt more alive than when I’m writing.

Writers, true writers, rarely fail at writing. As Ray Bradbury states “You fail only if you stop writing.” So maybe it’s that nagging fear of failure? I don’t know for sure. I have work that needs revisiting, that I need to finish. I know I will, but I feel as if I’m intentionally avoiding it. Once I return, it will take hold of me, and I will be forced into that realm until it’s finished. I could never accept that failure, the notion of not finishing a wip.

And last, but certainly not least, attesting to the intensity of writing, F. Scott Fitzgerald says “All good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath.” You are never more focused than when you are writing a sentence, choosing the right word, creating a scene. It is not even a feeling you can articulate. It is the weight of each word and image pressing on your soul.

So there you have it. I’ve quoted the greats who concur that writing is indeed hard work, but well worth the time and effort.

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Indie Author Baiting Readers like Crabbing

Just sold a few copies of Murder at Pudden Hill Farm. Promo for The Sins of Dom is on for a couple more days and I’ve made the top best seller list at #86 in UK. Almost there for US. Sales ranking is at 1,700 ish. I know what I need–that burst of sales, one big burst to send it below 1000. Nice place to be for an Indie author seeking a platform, readers. That’s where you get visibility. That’s where your book moves, gets pinned, blogged, etc.

It’s like crabbing. We spent our summers (six weeks) in one of the rainbow cottages– 64W, Hawk’s Nest Beach, Old Lyme. It was a simple life of reading, boating, hunting for sea glass, comic books, bon fires, lighting snakes, popping caps, chanting “We believe in Mary Worth” on the beach at night in an attempt to ressurrect Mary Worth. And, of course, crabbing on the jetty. I remember it vividly, waiting, watching the delicate pink flesh of a muscle tied to the end of a string sway back and forth as the tide moved in and out, in and out, beteeen the crevices of the rocks. It was the first one tht counted most; you’d feel the hesitation; and next, the tug. Then, another one, and then another. Pretty soon you’d have five crabs grabbing one line, a steady flow. It’s not easy to do. Nothing good comes easy.

But, I am moving along, feeling the tug, the steady sales, downloads. It feels good to know I have some bites, some readers. How many? Well, time will tell. I want more than an orange bucket can hold. I know that.

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Murder at Pudden Hill Farm New and Faring Well

Wrote new short Murder at Pudden Hill Farm (love my title and the work) and it was a fun one! It’s short but filled with understatement as one reviewer called it “thought provoking”. Yes, I actually have two excellent reviews. Unfortunately, I have my first one-star review. (sigh) But I won’t let it get me down. I googled one-star reviews and discovered that this is what happens. Okay, give it a read, if you’re so inclined. Please leave a comment, review, something. Even if you just leave your initials I’d be satisfied. I feel as if I’m blogging to myself, which is odd. But I keep doing it in the hopes that I will one day have some fans. I’m gaining more each day on Twitter. But it’s a big bad world out there for Indie authors. I’m not a real social butterfly. The self-promotional stuff, eh, I don’t think I’m very good at it. toodles, eb