It’s good to be home from the hospital and even good to be back at my day job. When I knew I would be out of commission for
a while, like most people who write as a passion, I figured sick leave would be a good time for getting some words on paper.
In fact, I didn’t write a single word. Not one.
The General’s Ambition had just been released. I had plans to attend the Fort Meade Officer’s Spouses Club Holiday Bazaar. I’d started a free promotion for The Peacekeeper’s Photograph and wanted to do some blog interviews and promotions for the new book. None of that was to be. I simply couldn’t concentrate on any of it.
I discovered that healing takes up a lot of time and energy.
My first day back at my day job was exhausting. The sight of more than 600 emails, a bunch of voicemails and projects that still awaited my attention, sapped my energy. I’m not sure when I’ll have balance again to be able to work a full day, then put some hours in at the keyboard. Eventually, I’ll be able to do that again.
In the meantime, I’ve had a new idea for a series I’m very excited about. I’ve started an outline (yes, I’m going to fully outline this one) and the newness of the idea is giving me the energy to put some time into the work.
Thanks to everyone for your words of support while I was away. It was good to know I’d been missed. I’m back now! Look for some blog interviews, maybe more free promotions for The Master Sergeant Harper Series. I may even post a couple of teasers for the new series one day soon.
I should be posting something profound about Veteran’s Day. Something that reflects my pride of service, my pride for all the men and women, including my family members, who have served. Instead, I need to post a brief pause. Had to spend some time in the hospital for a procedure, I’m told, is the most common of all surgical procedures. Look it up. I’ll be back soon to talk about The General’s Ambition which was, finally, published in ebook and paperback.
In the meantime, hug a veteran you know and thank the ones you don’t.
Last year, if someone had asked me what a book festival was like, I could only comment from a visitor’s perspective. Now, after having three of them under my belt (she says as she polishes her nails on her chest), I’ve got a few things to compare and contrast and an opinion as to what an author should look for in a festival of the book.
My previous post on the Baltimore Book Festival outlines what I thought about that event. Huge, expensive, will probably leave you in the hole financially but also gratifying in a way. Against all logic, I would probably do it again if the mood suits me, but never on my own. There’s safety in numbers and the BBF is proof of that adage.
The Rain Taxi Twin Cities Book Festival on the other hand, is a very different affair.
Multiple authors sharing a booth and my professional looking banner helped make the festival worth it this year, at least for me. Participation should be carefully considered.
My writer friends and I have had multiple conversations about book festivals. The bottom line question is, are they worth it? We toss around questions like, can you sell enough books to cover the cost? Is it worth it to invest in banners, posters, cards and other give-aways? Does participation result in readers who look for you later to buy books online?
This is what I learned from participating in the 2014 Baltimore Book Festival.
Man, it just never gets old. The box arrives. Your heart clacks like a freight train with a gazillion cars. You cut the box open, take out the stuffing and there. You get that first glimpse and have to pause for a second…is that really it? Is it really here?
You pick it up, run your hand over the cover, turn it over and read the back. Then you flip through the pages thinking about the hours it took, the characters you created.
Then you smile to yourself.
I preordered this book and had planned to read it right away when it downloaded, but got caught up in other things. I’ve read much of what Michael Siemsen has written and have enjoyed all of it, so I knew I had something special to look forward to. As soon as the weekend rolled around, I wanted to start reading it, but I had a long list of chores to do and I kept telling myself…no, just wait until you have some time to really sit down and enjoy this.
At one point, after finishing some task, I decided to reward myself with a few minutes with Exigency After that, I didn’t accomplish a single other thing on my list.
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I quit smoking a couple of decades ago, but every now and then I still have a craving for a cigarette. It’s not so much the taste of nicotine I crave. It’s usually some event or activity that makes me think I’d like to light one up and blow some smoke around. A late Sunday breakfast with the newspaper. A long chat on the phone with a friend. That afterglow feeling you get when something is finished, some major project has been taken to completion. Somehow a cigarette seems appropriate to mark that accomplishment.
After typing The End on the latest project, the afterglow has been long and satisfying. I like this book. And I like the people I’ve created. Harper and Harry, McCallen and Jerreau, Ramsey and Santos. I like them. I used to think of the Harper mysteries as a three book series but it’s obvious Harper will go on from here. A companion short is in the works and I have some ideas for where Harper will go next.
But before I start thinking too much about another project, I’m going to bask in the afterglow for a few more days and weeks.
What is it about doing things you’re not supposed to do that causes so much pleasure? I was such a risk taker in my younger years. It’s amazing that I’m still alive or never went to jail…well, except for that one time…
What I mean is, considering all the crazy crap I did, I was very lucky. There’d been a time when I’d take just about any dare, try anything—at least once—and go into the wrong-headed endeavor without fear.
I don’t live that way anymore. Continue reading
The first thing you’ll notice about Hawk’s Point are the atmospherics. The story takes place in Beacon Junction, a little place where everyone knows everyone, the small town newspaper prints things everyone has an opinion on, a place where you can predict where someone will be according to their habit at any time of the day and life seems to progress on an expected, and steady pace and that’s just how this story is; evenly paced and fully explored.
But like most small towns, dig a little deeper and there’s much more going on, everyone has secrets, everyone has losses they are fighting through and they all seem to be struggling with something significant as we all do. The ethical dilemmas abound in this story. Who is right? Who is wrong? Does it matter?