Bryant R. Statehamさんのイラストまとめ

Well now, just found out. You can go to Amazon Books and pre-order, Roland of the High Crags. If, that is, you liketo read a rousing fantasy/action-adventure novel-series.

Alright, you publishing mavens. Which is the better bang for the book? Slipping your novels into Amazon and hoping for the best? Or using something like Smashwords, which distributes across multiple book stores nationwide?

A theoretical cover for book two of the Turner Hahn/Frank Morales reprints. What do you think?

It's been estimated that 1.4 MILLION novels (ebooks and print) will be published this year. If you're a writer of fiction, how do you get your novel pushed through all the flotsam of other's works and in front of a potential audience? That's the $64,000 question.

Murderous Passions starts up advertising tomorrow (Monday). I know I'm flooding the twitter pages with my books. But if I don't advertise? How will anyone see me? The ocean is full of lots of author/writers. Somehow you've got to cut through the chaff to be seen.

Sheesh. You think you've done a great edit on your novel. Only to find out you suck at it. Sent it off to a professional and just downloaded the results. Murderous Passions now out in the re-edited-edited-edited version.

You know what? Every last Bang-Up-Betty of us have faced some really tough times. Both mentally and physically. Especially if you're older than 40. And guess what? We're still here. Still our cranky old selves. Still the smart-asses we always were. We're alive. Still.

If you become a writer with the thought of mind you'll be the next Lee Child or James Rollins; well, my bucko, you're in for a sad Com'in to Jesus moment.

Just ask me. I've been eating the same can of peas for the last fifty years.

To any top-of-their-game, A-list literary agent seeking a new client. I am available. I am a published author. I sell . . . oh . . . half a dozen books a year. But I am quite willing to sign a $1 million dollar book contract. Really.

(yeah, that should do the trick)

Been thinking about sharing, by reading, the first chapter of 'A Quiet Place to Rest.' The next 'Lenny' novel I hope to have done by this time next year.

But I dunno. My voice sounds like a slow gas leak seeping out of a broken pipe. Sheesh.