#70 Ain’t Gonna Get It Done

So despite all of your valiant attempts, OUT OF TIME only made it to #70 on the free download list.  I cried for a day and I think I’m finally ready to let it go.  Maybe.

Thank you to all of those who downloaded and helped to spread the word to your friends and enemies.

And our deal was that if it made it all the way to #1, then I would tell you the title of the new Noah book and post the first chapter.

But it didn’t make it that far and a deal’s a deal.

So I’m sorry that I can’t post the first chapter of the new Noah book or tell you that it’s called DRIFT AWAY.  I really wanted to.

Maybe next time.

What?

Such A Tease

Remember how I’ve been teasing you with bits and pieces of info about the next Noah Braddock book?

Well, here’s some more.

Today and tomorrow, my short story collection, OUT OF TIME, is free for download over at Amazon.  If you’ve got a Kindle or a Kindle App, you can get it for exactly ZERO DOLLARS.  If you’re familiar with my work, you’ll see some old characters as well as some new ones.  If you aren’t familiar with my work, then shame on you.  GET FAMILIAR.

Anyway, how is this more Noah teasing?

In OUT OF TIME, there is story called “The Beginning of the End” that features Noah.  This story is linked with the upcoming novel. And now you are asking HOW?

And now I’m saying YOU’LL JUST HAVE TO WAIT AND SEE.

So, yeah.  Free book.  Go get it.  Tell anyone you know who can read.

So Close….

I can smell summer, my favorite time of year.

It’s just a couple of weeks away.

Chlorine.  Heat.  Sunburns.  Sunscreen.  Flip flops.  Lazy mornings.

It’s right there.

I can almost grab it.

And the next Noah is close, too…

So close, I’ll give you the first couple of lines.

“Have you seen my mommy?”

The voice floated over my head and I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, hoping it would go away.

Wait.  That’s not very much!

That’s right.  It’s not.

Stay tuned..

Hey, These Aren’t Mine…

Man, I am SO tired of getting this guy’s mail…

Don’t you hate it when the post office can’t seem to get anything right and they keep delivering the wrong stuff to your mailbox? Drives me INSANE.

I mean, look at this. LOOK AT THIS. Look at what was in my mailbox today:

Do I LOOK like Jeffrey Allen? DO I?

What?

I do?

Oh, crap.

That’s right.

Maybe I’ll/he’ll have a better explanation over here

Stop Whining

In a lot of the forums I frequent to stay updated on the publishing world, I see writers worrying about customer reviews.  Typically, these are inexperienced folks who take every word written about their book personally.

It sort of makes me laugh.

Not because I’m totally evil and like to laugh at other people’s insecurities, but because honestly – if you are worried because Bob in Des Moines gave your book a one star review and said some mean things, you probably shouldn’t be writing books.

Now, I’m not saying some reviews aren’t unfair.  I took some old goat to task on here several months ago because he blatantly made up crap about my book that irritated me.  He made his review personal.  It wasn’t about the book – it was about me.

But, the fact is, I expect people to not like my books.  That’s their right.  I don’t like every book I read.  No one does.  That would be…odd.   You don’t get to ask people to review your book and then expect the MOST STELLAR REVIEWS EVER.  Be glad that people take a few moments to review your work at all.  Be glad that they read your book.

A sampling of things said on Amazon about THREAD OF HOPE:

“Other implausable relationships “blossom” in a page or two, and the story drags on in this fashion to the point I abandoned it.”

“…he really was quite the jerk…”  (She means Joe Tyler, not me.  I think.)

“So, really only one flaw in the book, unfortunately the flaw is ‘all characters.'”

Well, that was FUN, wasn’t it?

No, not really.  It’s never fun to read something negative about your work.  But that’s part of the deal.  You put your work out there.  People pay you for it.  They get to say whatever they want about it.  You get to spend their money on anything you’d like.

So stop worrying over Bob in Des Moines, okay?  Let it go.  Have a little chuckle and stick a few pins in your voodoo doll if you think it’s necessary.

But are you really gonna whine about some guy you don’t know voicing an opinion that they have every right to voice, even if that person is as dumb as an armadillo?  THAT’s what you’re going to whine about rather than write another book?

Stop whining and write.