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What are you afraid of? “I’m afraid of success.” How else do you explain self sabatoging behavior? What else could it be? The talent exists. I’ve got hundreds of reviews that say I can tell a story well. I’ve got dozens of email from people saying I’m their favorite writer. Me? Somebody’s favorite? I’ve had success before. So why does it feel like I don’t deserve it sometimes? Take Romance, for example. It’s the biggest piece of the Amazon pie, and makes more six figure authors than any other. I’ve read romance books. Not the bodice rippers, but the suspense thrillers with a will they/won’t they vibe. I’ve seen a lot of rom com’s. I know the tropes, know how it’s supposed to go. I’ve even got nine romantic comedy suspense scripts written. The words are there! So why don’t I just convert them into novelizations, publish, and test? The stories are good.   The writing is good. And the market is ready for them.

CHAPTER ONE Eldridge sat up in the saddle and glared at the distant horizon. He could see two figures on horseback on a ridge at the edge of his vision. At least he hoped that’s what they were. He had made that mistake with a grove of trees a few hours ago. Nope. He was right this time. They weren’t trees. They were moving. It had to be the Brown boys. Gus and Pete Brown. Two faces on a wanted flyer in the pocket of his long leather duster. Black hearted killers and robbers. Soon to be dead men if he could only catch them. The two had ridden through the day, cutting back and forth across the pine covered valley and wind scrubbed shale ridges. Eldridge had kept them in sight. Most of the time. “They spotted us,” he told his horse. Those were his first words aloud since leaving Fort Smith almost a week prior. He had no more words since then, no need for them. He didn’t think he would need them once he caught up with the miscreants.

Five years ago today, I biked down a volcano in Hawaii. It was the day after running a marathon, so I figured I’d be safe. It was mostly braking, some coasting, and trying not to fall 90% of the time. Still, it was a cool adventure. I car camped the night after, sleeping next to a beach as waves crashed on the shore. This morning, I wasn’t sure if I planned to even go outside. The temp was 17 when I woke up, and warmed all the way up to 29 when the sun peeked over the edge of the eastern horizon. That’s where it planned to stay, according to the professional liars who masqueraded as weathermen. I was reminded of my Hawaiian adventure by Facebook, who is kind enough to document my day with photo and post and even video, should I so choose. And then, forever, my adventures are etched into the interwebs, brought up once a year to remind me of what I once did. Or in this case, how awesome I was, just five short years ago. I’m too embarrassed to post today. What

I haven’t tried listening to a book yet. I do listen to podcasts on my long run. But when I’m driving, I like a long form podcast that gets me thinking and puts a ton of new ideas in my mind. I think books do that. Some were made to be heard aloud, the way the language plays, the sound of characters. Since I’m releasing 15 Audio titles this year, I’ve been listening to a lot of narrators. Which means I’m listening to a ton of books. I got my AUDIBLE trial on discount. ( you can here ) And I went to this page to get a list of FREE AUDIO BOOKS just to see what I might like. There are a lot of classics here. Which means, just like I read one CLASSIC LITERATURE book each year, I’m going to listen to one classic a month, in addition to the other stuff I like. (Sci fi, science, adventure, thriller) If you’d like to give it a try, join me, and let me know what you’re reading, err, listening to right now.

I'm almost scared to suggest this. Because the plan is so good, you won't have a way to top it. Unless you take her to Fiji. Fiji tops this. Until then, make her a picnic. Start with a basket . Use easy, simple foods. Cold chicken Grapes Cubed cheese Her favorite wine Spread it out on a blanket Talk.  Just talk. About dreams. About plans. About the things she likes. Or what she would like. Then give her something that will remind her of that night. Then make a night like that once a month for the rest of the year.

5      MUST DO TIPS for NEW WRITERS 1.     This seems really simple, but you need to write good stories.   Not great literature, but good stories that people like to read.   Your goal as a writer is to reach a ton of readers who like what you write in the shortest amount of time possible.   You do that with fun, engaging stories. A lot of folks will argue about “well, it depends on what your goal is.” Duh.   Your goal is to make money writing so you can keep writing.   You may want to write the Great American Novel, or the lit sensation that is going to win the Pulitzer. Fantastic.   Do it.   I think you can. But create a Pen name and write a lot of good stories under it, because until you win the Booker Prize or get the publishing contract, it's going to be tough to make a living unless you have an audience. Just think of your sci fi romance stories as practice. Just think of your cozy murder mysteries as training you need to do to ge

It doesn’t cost much to be number one. Not in money at least. And when folks say blood, sweat and tears are the only way to get what you want, maybe they mean on a date? You have to pay extra for that in Germany. It takes time. Time to write something people will like, and time to find the people who like what you write. I’m the first to admit, I’m not for everybody. That’s okay though- not everybody is for me. Think about going into a bookstore, or any store for that matter, cause it can apply to food just as well as books. M&M’s are my favorite candy.   Peanut M&M’s to be specific. I consider it one of the world’s perfect foods, right up there with Little Debbie Swiss Miss Rolls and pre-1982 Coca Cola. I don’t buy much of it anymore, because, health. But when I do go to the candy aisle or the soda aisle or the bookstore, the shelves are packed with choices. I choose what I like. Sometimes I venture out and try something ne

I planned it two years ago. How do I know? I can see when I posted my first project to Audible. I didn’t click post on the project, never interviewed narrators or listened to a dozen auditions to find just the right voice for the story I wanted to put up. In those two years, I have written and published over seventy novels on Amazon in ebook form. I have fifty of them available in paperback through the Zon. But I missed the first wave of the audio tsunami. I can check my journal, but I know two years ago, I thought about starting a podcast. 2019 was the year of the podcast, the year of Audible. That market is expected to grow by almost forty percent this year. So I jumped in. What made me wait back then? I got sacred. Some bad review from an idiot sitting in momma’s basement said something nasty. Then I had a down day, or down month in sales. I got crapped on a couple hundred times in a couple hundred ways, either in the day to day

I hate Amazon , she said. It was a strong word and I didn’t ask why. Not that I didn’t care. She was asking how she could get copies of my books without going through the Zon. I have read a litany of reasons people hate the largest online bookstore in the world. Part of it was the impact it had on smaller bookstores. Maybe they had the same hate for Barnes and Noble when they opened up a big box retail bookstore in their town. Or Books-A-Million, which has now changed it’s name to BAM and sells more game and toys than books. Or the now gone Borders. Maybe she hated the Zon because it’s changing the way people do business. Or maybe because the business decisions from Bezos down seem arbitrary to people who use it as a sales space. I didn’t ask. I cared though. I’ve been impressed with Amazon since way back when.   It was an online bookstore run by a guy in his garage. I signed on and have used it for years to get books delivered

Blind dates suck. Even worse when a trio of strange witches show up at the bar and everything gets weird. I mean, there’s a thief with a grimoire, pregnant witches and sorcery afoot. Or in cars. I’m not really sure how they’re getting around. But it’s my job to stop them. I’m the Marshal of Magic and Memphis is my town. Technically, it’s in my territory, but doesn’t my town sound way better? Get out of my territory is so generic and vague. Get out of my town. Now that’s a line a guy can growl. But the witches have other ideas. They want to call up a demon and conduct a ritual that will unleash a hell on earth. Lucky for earth I can stop them. With some help. And Luck. I’m going to need it. Fans of Kevin Hearne and Jim Butcher should binge this series to get a Dresden and Iron Druid fix. If you like your heroes humble, well, the Marshal might not be your guy, but if you like ‘em batting out of their league to right what’s wrong with the world and save normal folks from magical malf

You have the right to remain magic. Any spell you use can be used against you. The Marshal of Magic has one job. Hunt down witches and wizards gone rogue. Keep the balance in world between light and dark. And drink good craft beer. He's one of twelve in the world tasked with going up against the strongest, worst and most evil magic users. Some people let all that power go to their head. Not him though. Because he thinks his appointment's a joke. He doesn't know why the Judge picked him. And he's got a mouth smarter than the spells he can cast with the flick of a finger. Someone is hunting soldiers in the canyons of Afghanistan and instead of sending the Marshal of Asia, the Judge poof's him over to investigate. it's nasty. And dangerous. And that is not the way he likes it. He's gonna have to work fast before a hurricane sized spell blankets the land and sends them all to Hell. Fans of Harry Dresden, Harry Potter and the Iron Druid are gonna love the