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How to reach 1,000 fans in 24 Hours I needed some cash. Fast. Isn’t that always the case? I remember reading a book when I was younger that talked about opportunity. Most people miss out for two main reasons. They don’t have enough time to pursue the opportunity because they are working a 40 hour a week job, have a family, etc. Or they don’t have the cash to make it happen. Time and money. Two things that are the main ingredients to building success. It should be easier to create both now. Take my book covers for example. I have a guy in Bangladesh that builds my book covers. I send him an order during the day on my time, and he wakes up and builds it on his time. He works while I sleep. I have the cover when I wake up the next day. I can do the same with ten other tasks. Reaching fans is another thing. A fan is someone who will go into their pocket and give you money for your product. Book promotion i...

SHADOWBOXER - THE FALL The Fall He sat on the edge of the creaky wooden porch, rocking back and forth in the scratched rockers that old lady Walden kept out there for her guests.   He wanted a cigarette, could almost taste it, but he gave up that habit ten years ago.   He wasn't about to start again. "They're late," he said to no one in particular. He was alone out here, except for the crickets, and lightening bugs winking in the thick, humid air.   He had been on the porch for over an hour, forty-five minutes longer than he was scheduled to wait.   He didn't mind. When he was a young man, what felt like a thousand years ago, he had crouched in a hollowed out tree stump barely three feet tall, and half that deep for nine hours.   He was on a mission to shoot a North Vietnamese Army General that intelligence said would pass by with a convoy.   He did, Bog sniped him, and had to be folded out of the stump by a Green Beret patrol.   They c...

BIG TROUBLE - excerpt "Elvis?" "Yeah Marshal?" I hooked a thumb through my belt and tried not to crap myself. It wasn't easy. I mean, I'd fought Trolls before. And won. Mostly. But this. This was something else. "Did she just turn a Bigfoot into a Zombie?" "Sasquatch." "Isn't that what I said?" "They prefer you call them Sasquatch. Bigfoot is demeaning." "Ghost, I'm not arguing semantics during a magical battle," I warned him. "We're not in a battle Marshal. It's just a line of Sasquatch zombies coming our way." I took a deep breath. It was enough to keep the ghost of my former watcher in the moment. I didn't want him diving into the swiss cheese of his memories and getting lost in there while I might need him. "Anyone done that before?" I tried to steer him back on course. "Done what?" Sigh. "Turn a Bigfoot into a...