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Who would you become To keep your children safe.   He’s just a normal guy. Works too much. Misses his kids who live across the country.   But when the unthinkable happens and the dead start walking, this Dad learns just how far he will go to find his children.   In a post apocalyptic wasteland where zombies aren’t the worst thing to survive, one man will do whatever it takes to hunt for his kids and protect them.   Even if it means becoming a monster himself.   Find out in this eighteen book series that fans of The Walking Dead and Z Nation will stay up all night swiping to see what happens next.   And maybe learn what kind of person you would be for your kids.   Grab book your book 1 today.  

    Vapor locked.   That’s how I feel sometimes.   Like there is a disconnect between desire and motivation.   Like it’s tough to execute the plan.   It’s happened a lot since January 2020.   That’s when the world reset.   Because we heard about this virus in China when we got back from a Florida trip and the crud ran through the house.   First the kid was down with the sickness for a week.   Then his mom.   And despite a ton of hand washing and avoidance, it got me too.   Three weeks out of a month with all of us wiped out.   No hospital trips, but it was the “worst flu” we’d ever had.   A few weeks later, the news starting talking about Covid and we wondered if that’s what we had.   Fast forward through 2020, and we didn’t lock down with the rest of the world.   We just adapted.   Wore masks where required, but we were outside all the time, going out to places still open and even flying on planes four or five times through

    “He doesn’t want a snack!”   The little girl screamed at me when I didn’t take one from their box.   A lot of people are putting out water and treats in boxes by their front door for delivery drivers.   Two little girls put out a box and watched through the door as they waited.   They hovered while I walked up.   “We made a snack for you,” they said.   I was tired. I was sore. I felt like a huddled mass. Lady Liberty would be the only woman who loved me.   “I’ll get one next time,” I said without thinking.   I didn’t really feel like a snack.   A hot bath. A full body rub down. Something cold to drink. Yes.   Just not gushers.   The youngest blinked back tears.   So I took the gushers.   And gushed a lot of thank you’s.   The smiles were worth it.   They waved as we drove off.   “You should wear a santa hat next week,” the driver said.   He’s a nice guy. Thirty years on the job at UPS.   I told him I worked there

Panic isn’t the right word.   I don’t panic.   I worry my plan isn’t working.   Then I try to adjust.   Like Amazon.   I use Amazon publishing to publish my books.   I make money from selling paperbacks and from Kindle Unlimited page reads.   Some weeks, it’s hard to determine what the final payout is going to be at the end of the month.   I try to take the average of the first 15 days of sales and multiply that number by 30.   That tells me what I’m going to get when Amazon makes a payment two months later.   If that number is low, I can either write and release something to try and bump it up, or I can schedule a promo to ramp up the numbers.   Most of the time, it’s a guessing game because what worked once, may not again, and what was working before might suddenly stop.   December is supposed to be a bad time for indie sales as readers use their money to buy presents for others.   It’s called a sales slump.   It happens all the time. There’s one in summer, one in spring, another in

  The things that end up frustrating us are supposed to teach us something.   I read that somewhere.   It ended up in my notebook, along with phrases like, find the opportunity in every problem.   The obstacle is the way.   Don’t say I can’t, ask How can I?   It’s the end of a decade in 15 days.   I think back to where I was in 2010 and define how I want to go forward in 2020.   I was 2 years in at Kaplan University, living the separated life, which meant work 50 hours a week and going home to a townhouse with a futon and my bed, and using my laptop to watch DVD’s from Netflix.   It was also the year I started training for a marathon and built a habit that made me happy for many years and thousands of miles.   I dropped thirty pounds. Got a promotion. Doubled my income.   2010 was a year full of promise, full of possibility.   The new decade promised fully automated cars, Mars exploration, a new way of using social networks to connect and gro

    The worst critic you have in the world is that little voice inside your head.   And no one can put pressure on you like that voice.   I try to train mine.   Sometimes, it doesn’t listen.   It’s good at finding reasons and excuses for why it’s whispering all those things in your mind.   And the damn thing is good at supporting arguments.   Kid’s don’t call. Means you’re a bad parent.   Sales slow. Because you suck.   Hungry? Your cooking is no good.   It’s a long list and silencing the inner critic is tough.   Hell, it’s practically a full time job.   Which is why training is so important.   Training turns into a habit, and then it’s easy to recognize when the voice is wrong.   And like critics of most things, the voice is usually wrong.   Hungry? You can whip up crack crackers in 5 minutes that will make you slobber like Pavlov’s dogs.   Slow sales? Finish that short story and give it away.   Kid’s are busy with fina

  What’s the big idea?   I heard that phrase a lot growing up.   It was a way to question, “what are you doing?” or “What were you thinking?”   Now, when I say it, I literally mean, “What’s the big idea today?”   I told you, I practice writing down 10 ideas a day so I can train my brain to solve problems on demand.   Some days, it’s easier than others.   A lot of times, I’m thinking about money, I’m thinking about revenue, and cost.   I’m thinking about family, and kids, and plans.   I’m thinking about beer, and the day ahead of me.   Sometimes, I’m thinking about more sleep, which is my body’s way of telling me I’m pushing hard and it’s time to rest.   It’s hard to rest when you have Big Ideas.   I have so much to say, and I want it out in the world now.   Like the mountain bike trail in Pine Bluff.   It’s going to take 6 months before that could be a go.   Yet today, the weather is good, but cold.   It would be a great day to explor

5 Books You Can Read For Free   If you’re like me, you love to read. But finding new authors can be tough! I know, because finding new readers is tough too. People who like your style, like what you write and the stories you tell. Check out some of these and see if we match.   How could he tell her no? Even if saying yes could get him killed. She had a simple request. Help recover some money from a guy she dated. Easy enough for Jake Burbank to say yes. Until the guy shows up dead and everyone thinks he did it. And she's disappeared with his alibi. Grab your copy of the first in a brand new series and keep checking out books two through six in this fast paced page turner for fans of Hap and Leonard and Longmire. A father hunts for his children in a zombie filled wasteland. Your children are lost in a zombie apocalypse. What would you do? It's every parent's nightmare, coupled with a world gone mad. He's got three children raised by other men and he doesn&#

  Somebody took My Buddy and made American Girl from it.   Or someone took the four foot walking talking dolly with rollback eyes and made My Buddy from it.   Ideas build upon each other.   Take American Girl.   A doll with expensive designer clothes, sparked a line of books, real girl clothes, movies, and a television series.   It’s not the first time.   Quick, how many ways did Hasbro make money off GI Joe?   Or was it Mattel?   That’s why I don’t believe it when people say they don’t know what to write.   I’ve got 80 things to write right now.   Maybe if you don’t know what you should write about, this isn’t really for you.   Sorry.   Baseball is not for me, even though I play catch almost every day.   I’m not good enough for the MLB.   I never was.   Maybe if I started when I was seven.   That’s when I started writing.   Maybe if I played ball as much as I told stories.   And even then, maybe not.   The role of

  The lake was calm at 9:00 in the morning, too early for the big boats to start running.   Rex Dial sat on the edge of the dock watching the sun ripple off the dark waters.  It was his dock, a giant monstrosity that stretched behind him over 75 feet to the lake shore.  It had 54 slips, one for each of the condominiums he planned to build into the bare, scarred land on the hill above the dock.      The skeleton of the building was in place, and the model unit was complete.  The 2200 square foot decorator’s unit was next to his small office, right off the main parking lot of the development.  He had selected a top of the line interior designer to decorate the model unit, keeping the furnishings elegant but Spartan.  People had to see themselves in a room, and too much bric-brac could interfere with that.      The lines of the building were clean and tight, the Mediterranean theme starting to show through as balconies were added and wrought iron grill work bolted in place.