Archive for July, 2014

Now that my street cred’s been firmly established, I’d like to offer readers a phat Washington off each of my titles at Smashwords until the end of July, yo. I realize it doesn’t sound too impressive, but it means 25%-33% in savings when you do that math, son.




A WORLD GONE GRAY COMPLETED DESIGN200x300px  112,000 words of epic apocalyptic sci-fi for $3.99 $2.99 when you use Coupon Code CH72L.


SIGNAL FIRE COMPLETED DESIGN_thumbnail  95,000 words of end-of-the-world goodness for $2.99 $1.99 when you use Coupon Code EQ94U.


TransienceOriginal  79,000 words of humorous contemporary fiction cleverly disguised as Rom-Com. Price, you ask? $2.99 $1.99, I say. Assuming you use Coupon Code NT68U, of course.


LIKE LIFE ITSELF COMPLETED DESIGN200x300px  Ten dark tales in the 2K-4K word range, apiece. Horror, Sci-fi, and Contemporary (which sorta qualifies as Horror these days). $2.99 $1.99 for the lot when you use Coupon Code YJ24Q.


As always, thanks for taking a peek. Hope you enjoy, dawgz.



HarsH ReaLiTy Kickstarter

Posted: July 17, 2014 in Self-publishing

Kickstarter/crowdsourcing has really become a thing the past few years, hasn’t it? Somehow, it manages to draw people’s generosity out of the woodwork, which gives me a small measure of hope for the future of humanity. Small, mind you.

In any event, here’s a re-blog for a worthy fellow entering the Kickstarter foray. Best of luck to OM on his latest journey:

I always had a problem with writers who cast their main characters in the role of Author. Even when I was a kid and my writing experience was limited to filling in those maddeningly tiny bubbles on the Scantron sheet of the middle school exam du jour, I balked at risking my time (but not my money; Mom’s bookshelf and the ol’ library card made books free) on any novel beginning with the phrase, “Aspiring novelist Bob Smith awoke and… .” I just instantly knew I wouldn’t be able to relate. So I’d tighten the Velcro on my Zips, mosey on over to the non-fiction section and check out yet another baseball book. Usually something with lots of black-and-white photos in it.

Tastes change, of course. I eventually swapped my Zips for Vans and my picture-laden baseball books for ones heavier on the text. “Choose Your Own Adventure” paperbacks were all the rage right around that time, and I indulged in my share of those, too (and just like you, I cheated). Somewhere between the time I realized not all baseball players are heroes and not all girls are gross, I discovered the (up to that point) collected works of one Stephen King.

[Insert lightbulb-over-head emoji here.]

A lot of Mr. King’s main characters are writers. A lot of them. And for the first time in my life, I connected the author with the work. Ya see, it turns out that books and short stories and essays and Constitutions and technical manuals and graffitied walls are not (I repeat, not) singularities that wink into existence the second someone opens a book cover or a restroom stall. It just so happens that (most) writers of everything from epic poetry to corporate tweets pour their hearts (and the rest of themselves) into their craft. Sadly, it took me about halfway into my second (chronologically, anyway) novel to realize that.

The Transience of Youth (working title, Summer — that still cracks me up) ended up being a pseudo-quasi-at-arm’s-length semi-autobiographical account of what made me a writer. Coincidentally, the main character is a writer. So I formally apologize to every author of writer-driven fiction whose work I shunned in my adolescence. I just didn’t get it.





I’ve spent roughly half my life in southern California, so I’m familiar with June Gloom. It’s a meteorological phenomenon that causes fog to form offshore and eventually creep inland, enveloping places from Santa Barbara to San Ysidro in a persistent, depressing mist until noon or so. Up in San Francisco, they refer to this phenomenon as “Summer.” But I digress.

Sales-wise, June was persistently depressing for me, too. I was hoping the release of The Transience of Youth would introduce me to readers outside my usual (to this point, anyway) genre and spur sales of my other stuff. Exactly neither of those things happened; Transience hasn’t sold to anyone who didn’t contribute genetic material to me, and the rest of my work is performing the way the rest of my work has been performing for the past few months. Namely, meh.

All is not lost, however. A World Gone Gray continues to churn its way toward respectability. I only sold five copies, but they were in three different countries and via two different outlets, which tells me word about its existence seems to be getting out, at least on a limited basis. I wish I knew why it sells so much better than my other offerings. Is it the cover? The description? The (gasp!) content? Who knows. I’ll have to crunch the numbers (like that’ll happen), but I think I sold my 100th copy of AWGG this month. A very sincere thanks to all who have spent their hard-earned cash on my scribblings.

I also do Twitter. And no, that isn’t the name of a stripper at that seedy place out by the airport. It’s that social media thing I’ve been trying to get the hang of for the past half-year or so. And since I’m equally bad at the social thing and the media thing, you can see my conundrum. Somehow, I’ve managed to attract almost 1,200 followers, which is cool. Twitter (the global social media site, not the stripper) threw me a curve the other day by informing me that I’d hit the seemingly-random threshold of 2,000 folks followed. Apparently, users need a socially media-acceptable ratio of followers-to-followed before they’re cleared to breach the 2K mark. This policy serves two purposes: It a) weeds out spammers, and b) makes me feel incredibly unpopular. So thanks.

I mentioned in my last post that I’ve taken $1 off each of my books at Smashwords until July 4th, provided you use the coupon codes provided here.

Kindly go forth and save!