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Well, THAT was fun …

The other day I was on Twitter and some guy posted a tweet saying that indie books were rubbish and he hadn’t come across a decent one yet so I replied, yeah, I had the same problem and, see image … Continue reading

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Homophonia

I’ve read about five or six books recently that appalled. Just appalled [NOTE: for private reasons, I’m not going to name those books so don’t bother asking]. What was so appalling? Besides the individual issues, all of them suffered from … Continue reading

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Ack Nowledge Mints, Part Deux

I give up. Despite railing against this trend before, it looks like fiction novel Acknowledgements are here to stay, as ubiquitous as mold in the basement. Just about every recently published novel has one. Which baffles me, because a fiction … Continue reading

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Why I Don’t Socialize

More accurately, use social media. Because you’re supposed to. On every writing/publishing/author website dedicated to us “indie” authors, you know, the ones who can’t catch the interest of a literary agent or legitimate publishing house because our stuff is (a.) … Continue reading

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Public Service Announcement

I do not read my book reviews…primarily because there’s hardly enough of them for me to read, sniff sniff. But there’s some on Goodreads and NetGalley for Frank Vaughn Killed by his Mom and they’re generally what I expected: some … Continue reading

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In from the cold

I have wandered the bleak, apocalyptic landscape of independent publishing for nigh on ten years. scrabbling through the wreckage for a crust of book sale or book review, watching the corporations plunder the best seller lists and advertising venues, hovering … Continue reading

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Still Looking for Don

Submitted the fourth re-write to Genghis Jayne today for her fourth evisceration. Wish us luck.

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Grab it While You Can

A free copy of The Ship to Look for God because, tout suite, it’ll be gone. Why? ‘Cause it’s dreck. A few months ago, I re-read it in prep for the next series of Ship stories and, man, it’s awful. … Continue reading

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Even Readers get the Blues

I’ve known about Tom Robbins for awhile, although I’d not read him until very recently, like six months ago when I picked up a copy of Tibetan Peach Pie on one of those Amazon Prime free deals or something. Yeah, … Continue reading

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Where’ve I been?

Lost? On a mission? Just plain lazy? Nah. Busy. I got Southern Gothic up and running and available for pre-order. I’m halfway through Genghis Jayne‘s first edits of Looking for Don. And I took a full time job. Yes, I … Continue reading

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