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Tornado!

That’s what life’s been feeling like lately. Except it ain’t takin’ me to Oz.

On the writing/marketing front, my newsletter subscriber list continues to grow–and fast. I signed up for this service called Voracious Readers Only, where the author submits a book and whoever chooses to read it gets a free copy. It’s a quid pro quo, though. The reader who chooses your book has to agree to sign up for your mailing list (of course, they can choose to unsubscribe later). So I signed up with them, putting up The Underground and its sequel Invasion on January 19 or 21–can’t remember which–and to date I have 219 subscribers, and only 3 have dropped out. More requests come in every day, usually 3 or 4, but sometimes many more. By now my fingers have a muscle memory of the “thank you” notes I write. Don’t get me wrong–I sure as hell ain’t complaining. Anyway, of those readers who have submitted reviews, their comments have been stellar, which is seriously gratifying. I’ve given them a couple hours respite from the drudgery, which tells me I’ve done my job as an author. One subscriber wrote to say he enjoyed The Underground so much he immediately turned around and bought Invasion, and is looking forward to the series. I hadn’t really planned on writing a series with these characters, but I guess I am, now. Think I found my tribe, folks.

Sometimes it bugs me I’m giving away so many free books,… Continue reading

Woikin’ Goil

Working to get my shit together. And there’s a lot of shit to get together.

Got The Final Victim back from my editor. Yeah, pretty much dipped in blood. Nothing really major–I don’t have to do a total rewrite–but it sure ain’t gonna be ready to send to subscribers by March 1 like I’d planned. Between that and the edits to The Moreva of Astoreth, who knows when When Gods Die is coming out? Ain’t gonna be in Summer 2020, I know that.

I’ve come to the conclusion I need something more than a calendar. I’m bad enough at remembering to look at it. But, I dunno, this is something different. A different kind of scheduling. Gaah! Am I talking about creating deadlines? Jesus jumping Christ on a stick!

And that’s just the author stuff.

Doesn’t help that I’m feeling exhausted. Guess that’s what happens when you barely sleep for a week. I have prescribed sleeping pills, but I have to find my pill cutter. Last time I took a whole one, I was so gone I peed in the bed. Couldn’t figure out why the back of my nightshirt was wet. I thought Daisy had done it, but then I woke up all the way and realized the wetness was right under my ass. Daisy slept close to me, but not that close. Speaking of Daisy, I’m really missing her. Sometimes when I wake up, I look over and wonder where she is. Sometimes when I’m in my office,… Continue reading