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The Orffyreus Wheel is in an Amazing Historical Fantasy Storybundle! Check it out!

My novel THE ORFFYREUS WHEEL is included in this amazing STORYBUNDLE curated by Melissa Scott. Historical fantasy has long been a favorite genre of mine because it’s allowed me to learn, and come at the past in different ways, and from unique perspectives.  In my novel, you’ll meet a man who called himself ORFFYREUS and claimed to have invented the Perpetuum Mobile.  He was never proven a fraud. On a parallel storyline, I try to show what I think would happen if such a free source of energy loomed on the horizon in full view of big oil companies and the world.

Melissa says:
In this collection I’ve been able to bring together an extraordinary group of writers who draw their inspiration from Western history, in periods from Ancient Egypt through the Second World War. There are classics like the World Fantasy Award-nominated Lord of the Two Lands and the Nebula-nominated Death of the Necromancer, and newer novels like Daughter of Mystery and The Emperor’s Agent — and Stag and Hound, just released in April. What these novels have in common, across these very different periods, is a depth to and delight in their worlds, in the precise detail and pitch-perfect moment that not only propels the story, but makes it utterly, dazzlingly real.

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The Emperor’s Agent by Jo Graham
Daughter of Mystery by Heather Rose Jones
The Virtuous Feats of the Indomitable Miss Trafalgar and the Erudite Lady Boon e by Geonn Cannon
The Orffyreus Wheel by David Niall Wilson

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Steel Blues by Melissa Scott and Jo Graham
Between Worlds by Martha Wells
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Lord of the Two Lands by Judith Tarr
Stag and Hound by Geonn Cannon

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You Are Just Like Gods …

Cherry_blossoms_in_Vancouver_3_crop[1]This is a short story I wrote many, many years ago.  A friend recently saw a horror movie about the suicide forest beneath Mount Fuji in Japan… that is the setting of this story.  This is not a horror story.  I have no idea what kind of story this is, but it is one of my favorite things of all I’ve ever written. I’m sharing it here now…

 

For Kay Reynolds, whose book of haiku written by Kamikaze pilots helped me to do this… and for Brian A. Hopkins, who was the editor I wrote it for.

YOU ARE JUST LIKE GODS…

Myoshi felt his foot slip on the slick, moss-covered rock, and he gripped the rocks above him more tightly.  The sharp lava stone cut into his fingers, but he regained his balance and remained very still, letting his breath and heartbeat calm.  The sun rose slowly, warming his back as he climbed.  Birds cried from the rocks above, and from the depths of the trees.  Myoshi brushed his fingers across his brow, wiping away the sweat.

Fuji rose above him, grim and imposing, but no more so than the formidable drop behind.  Myoshi had begun his climb at first light, and he had made good time.  On his back, his school book bag bulged with supplies.  There was a souvenir shop at the edge of the forest, but he’d wanted to avoid prying eyes.

He carried some well-packed fish and rice, and two small packets.  One was his school work, graded and banded carefully to be saved and shown to his parents.  The other was a packet of letters.  Letters from Myoshi’s grandfather.  Letters Myoshi’s father had kept, wrapped carefully in rice paper and bound with a silken ribbon.  Letters that one day would be missed.

The mountain leveled off for a time, and Myoshi was able to walk normally, sweeping his gaze along the trail that wound up and up until it was lost among trees and clouds.  It was a wonderful day for a climb.

Far below, beyond the ocean of trees that was the ancient forest of Aokigahara, school was in session.  Myoshi’s father had been at work for two hours, and his mother would be home, cleaning and organizing.  Nothing in their small, neat apartment was ever out of place.  Myoshi’s father would not have permitted it, and his mother would do nothing that shamed her in her husband’s eyes.  Perfection.  Myoshi yearned for that. In everything he did, he fell short.

In school, his mind wandered.  His grades were not bad, but neither were they good.  In Myoshi’s household, mediocrity was not an option.  Other children excelled.  Some were athletes, others could calculate in their heads faster than Myoshi could press the buttons on his calculator.  Myoshi could write, some, but even in this he fell short in his father’s eyes.  His marks in penmanship were less than satisfactory, and his grammar was erratic.  His teachers said he lacked focus and discipline.

Myoshi’s grandfather had known about discipline.  He had understood about being different, as well.  It was all in the letters.  Letters written by a man who died before his own young son could bring home grades, or books of letters.  Letters that were Myoshi’s father’s one link to the past.  A fragile link, built of memories half-forgotten and fantasies long rehearsed.  Myoshi had heard those fantasies.  He had met his grandfather through his father’s words.  He had seen the glint in dark eyes, and the shining leather of the uniform.  Myoshi had heard the roar of engines as great birds of war took flight.

“You are just like the Gods,” Myoshi breathed, “Free of earthly desires…”

He slipped under the umbrella of tree-limbs and continued up the mountain.  His father’s voice echoed through his mind.  The mountain slipped away, just for a moment, replaced by white, billowing clouds.  The soft cries of birds and the chirping of insects gave way to crackling static.  He sensed the others, tightly formed squadron of death, moving as a single unit with the sun blazing above.  Myoshi could feel the sweat beneath the flight helmet.  He could sense the symmetry of the squadron’s practiced motion.  One great bird.  One bolt of lightning aimed at those who opposed the Emperor.

“To fly as one bolt
From the crossbow of a
Victorious light.”

A tree root protruding from the mountain’s rough hide sent Myoshi tumbling, and his mind returned to the moment.  He caught himself on both hands, scraping one palm, and fighting the urge to cry out.  The weight of the pack pressed him more tightly to the earth.  Turning, he seated himself on a rock and caught his breath.  The sun was bright, and as he looked back the way he’d come, he saw that the trail had disappeared, the winding course cutting off his entrance to the tree-line completely.  Nothing below but the green tops of the trees, obscuring the forest floor, and the rocky peak above rising on a gentle slope above a second line of trees.  Myoshi could just make it out, and he smiled.

From his pack, he pulled free a rice cake, and the packet of his graded school papers.  Carefully, he unwrapped the bundle, plucking out the sheets one by one.  He laid them on the stone beside him, tracing the even lines of his script with a critical eye.  He had been doing well on this one.  Line after line of formulas strung together in the proper patterns.  Then the error.  One figure out of place, another line used to scratch the mistake from the paper and the continuation – flawed.  Beside each figure, a corresponding red character in the elegant script of his teacher.  Corrected. Berated.  Imperfect.

Myoshi had done well enough to pass from this class to the next, but with no honors.  No fine words from teacher to parent.  No pride. It had taken him hours to complete that assignment, painstakingly forming each character.  He had wanted so badly to please his father that the old man’s image had formed in Myoshi’s mind.  The words, and the stories, and lectures slipped in to distract.

Myoshi traced the scratched out character’s with the nail of one finger.  He whispered to himself.

“You are just like gods.”

The figures mocked him.  The red letters, so bright in the sunlight, glittered like the eyes of serpents.  His father had not seen them.  Myoshi had kept the papers, folded and tied.  Bound and under his control.  He could not control the characters, or the formulas, but he could control their outcome, for a time.  The birds did not threaten to expose his secret, and Fuji beckoned.

Myoshi glanced at the second packet of papers. He slid his hand into his pack, stroked the silk bindings, but he did not open the letters.  Not yet.  He quickly packed the wrapper from the rice cake, and the school work, and rose, turning to face the mountain once again.

“Free of earthly desires,” he said softly.

Free of his family.  Free of school, though it tugged at his heart.  He would be a disappointment to his father this final time.  Myoshi had not missed a day of school in five years.  The only desire he could recall in all those years was to please his father.  The most wonderful moments of his life had been spent at that great man’s feet, listening to stories of emperors, and wars.  Stories of his ancestors.  Stories that filled his heart and mind with dreams of other places, and other times.  Times and places where he was not a clumsy young boy, but a hero.  There were ways for those unworthy of honor to regain it.  There were answers to the loss of pride.

The good times with his father had grown fewer and further between as Myoshi had grown older.  As the piles and piles of papers, just like those in his pack, had stacked themselves against his future, and his honor, his father’s eyes had grown distant.  They still saw Myoshi, but not the same Myoshi they had seen before.

Myoshi rose once more, his gaze sweeping up the winding trail to where the peak of the mountain slipped through the clouds.  Eagles soared through the highest branches of the trees, circling slowly.  Myoshi screened the sunlight by cupping his palm over his eyes and watched them.  The brilliant light glittered on a bit of mica imbedded in the mountain, diamond glimmer nearly blinding him.  Myoshi squinted, cocking his head to one side to listen.

He could hear his father’s voice as the mountain faded.  Could sense the shift, and welcomed it.

“We watched from the decks as the pilots swarmed to the sky, a black horde, synchronized and dangerous.  It was not our time.  We were too far from the enemy, and these would return, but they were majestic in flight.

“I remember standing very still on the flight deck, watching them shrink to fly-specks on the horizon, and knowing, when it was my time, that speck would be me.  Shrinking to nothing.  Here, and then, no more, a bright spark in the Emperor’s eyes – a memory in my family’s heart.  Just like the Gods.”

With his eyes squinted so tightly, Myoshi saw the aircraft shimmering against a darkened sky, saw them bank and circle against the clouds.  Saw them focus.  Eagles.  Eagles were like the Gods, as well, but a different sort of God.

Myoshi picked up his things and started up the mountain once more, suddenly eager for completion.  He could feel the wind on the wings of the eagles, and that same wind shivering through his hair.

There were not many letters.  Myoshi’s grandfather had not served for years in the military, or even for a year.  Months, only, and he had never returned.  He had not been a precision pilot, nor had he been blessed with the blood of the Samurai. Still, he had soared.

Myoshi had read those letters again and again.  He had begged his father’s indulgence to allow him to watch over them.  To guard them.  He had seen in his father’s eyes the struggle this had been, but those words, those images, were ingrained in his father’s mind.  That great man no longer required the letters, and so they had passed to Myoshi, who had cherished them as no other possession.

His grandfather’s penmanship had never faltered.  There were no red characters or strike-outs.  There were clear thoughts, worded in poetry stretched to prose without loss of continuity.  It was his grandfather’s words that inspired Myoshi’s own writing, unworthy as it was.  It was the images of his grandfather’s death that stole those words, and distracted him from his own honor.  His teacher said his mind wandered.  Myoshi knew it soared.

The trees had begun to thin.  All that stood between Myoshi and his goal was a ragged backbone of rock.  Far above him, farther than he could have climbed in such a short time, patches of snow were visible.  The air was noticeably cooler, and Myoshi was glad, very suddenly, that his mother had insisted on the sweater he wore, though it had been too hot less than an hour before.

“The higher you go,” Myoshi’s father’s voice, “the colder it gets.  The harder it is to breathe.  It is always dark.  We don’t fly by day, and those few of us who get to practice at all are very sparing with our fuel.  We are not trained to fire at the enemy.  We are barely trained to land.  It is not expected of us.

“We study the great maps daily.  We listen to the inspirational words of our leaders.  I have meditated more this span of two weeks, my son, than I have in the last two years of my life.  Things I have never thought of become clear.  Your mother.  Your face, watching over me in my dreams.

“My face reflected
Bright smile, shining eyes, dark
Like the twilit sky.”

Myoshi’s eyes were dark, as were his father’s.  He knew that he resembled both men, third generation to bear that visage, first to fail.  There would be no medals hanging on the walls of Myoshi’s home.  Not unless he inherited them.  He would not write wondrous letters to a son yet unborn, telling tales of glory, and darkness, blood and fire.

He stopped again, shielding his eyes and glancing up toward the mountain’s peak.  The eagles had roosted, leaving the sun to beat down on a desolate slope.  Myoshi planned to be across the ridge and safely on the plateau on the far side before the afternoon sunlight waned.  He considered stopping for another snack, but there wasn’t much shade until he crossed, and he wanted to reach the ledge with enough light for reading.

Not that he needed light.  Not that every word in every letter wasn’t ingrained in his imagination, every image fully formed and captivating.  He stepped out onto the bare stone.  The wind whipped up and nearly toppled him from his precarious perch, no longer blocked by the trees.  Myoshi fought for his balance, regained it, and took a quick step forward, then another.  It was easier once he was moving, and he concentrated on the stone at his feet.

Myoshi did not want to think about the side of the mountain, or the lava fields, obscured by the forest below.  He dislodged a tiny avalanche of dust and stone and stopped, waiting for his heart to grow still.

Myoshi thought of Cherry blossoms.  His grandfather had often mentioned them, as had his father.  One of the other pilots, younger even than Myoshi’s grandfather, had written a poem that Myoshi loved.  The haiku, so simple, so profound and complete in that simplicity.

“If only we might fall
Like Cherry blossoms in the spring
So pure and radiant.”

Myoshi contemplated the mountain.  The distance to the base.  The remaining climb.  There were no cherry trees on the mountain, and somehow, he was glad.  He didn’t want to think about the ground littered with their petals.  He didn’t want to walk over so many great souls.

As the sun warmed his back, and the wind chilled his face, Myoshi climbed.

* * *

The sun dropped fast beyond the horizon, and Myoshi leaned in close, trying to catch enough of the dying light to finish the letter.  It was the last of them.  Eight, carefully penned slices of life; all that remained of Myoshi’s grandfather.  When he had read the last familiar word, he carefully folded the paper, painstakingly matching the folds and tying the ribbon as it had been reverently.  Myoshi tucked the bundle under his shirt, close to his heart.

Next he pulled free a single sheet of blank paper, and his pen.  It was getting more difficult to see, but it would not matter.  There would be no red glaring characters to mar this piece.  Nothing to correct.  No figures, only a promise.  A single promise.

Myoshi wrote slowly as his mind wandered, for once allowing the words to be absolutely his own.  He didn’t watch the paper.  It was getting too dark for that.  He had to depend on his instincts and luck.  He knew his teachers would not approve, but for once, he was beyond that as well. He was not writing a lesson.  He was writing a history.  He was encapsulating his life.

“Since I was very young,” he began, “sitting at your knee, my father, and listening to your stories of grandfather, I have loved the cherry blossom.  I read the haiku, and in my dreams, the blossoms grew to men.  In the words of those who died gloriously, taking the paths of falling stars to the hearts of their enemies, I found dreams.  As I failed in my life, they gave me hope.”

The mountain faded around him as shadows lengthened.  The moon had yet to rise, but only the last rose-tinted hints of the sun licked the skyline.  Stars glittered like diamonds.  Like petals.  So many petals.

Myoshi continued to write, but his mind closed out the reality of mountain and paper, the pen slid silently, marking the trail of his thoughts, but not carefully.  Not with the painstakingly rigid strokes of the school, now empty and silent, like the mountain.  Not with the measured rhythm of his grandfather’s even script.  With Myoshi’s heart.  He penned each character as it felt, and he paid no more attention to it than he did to the breeze.  He mouthed his grandfather’s words and shivered.

“The air was cold on deck.  We were allowed only minimal equipment.  Nothing, really, to prepare for the weather.  If we grew ill, we would find our release.  If we were cold, we had but to think fo the flame, and the glory to come.  Each brow was covered with a single strip of cloth, white, with the rising son emblazoned.

“I remember last night.  I went, alone, to the flight deck.  The Oka  – cherry blossom – stood before me, silent and empty.  I tried to picture the skies, the enemy, the waves.  I saw a coffin.  I saw an end, and a beginning, etched in flame.  My heartbeat quickened, fanned like a flame by the wind as it whipped across that dark, empty deck.  I stood there a very long time, and when I returned to my bed, I could not sleep.  Instead, I turned to the pen, and the paper, wanting you to share the moment.

“Waves lapped gently at the sides of the ship, rocking us like babes in the arms of our mothers.  It is the last night we will spend in the arms of any mother, cradled by the earth.  I want to sleep and let it slip away.  I want to awaken to that last day as I had so many others.  I know I will not.  I cannot sleep.

“Now the sun is rising, and my hand shakes as I hold the pen; my heart races.  The others have tossed and turned all around me.  None found the peace of deep sleep, and those who did sleep are round-eyed with visions and final dreams.

“I will close this now, so that I may seal it and put it in the Commander’s hand.  He will see that you get this letter, and the others.  Tonight, I die, but part of me lives on.  I have a sun, and I am blessed.

“I remember the words of Admiral Ohnishi, by whose grace I have this chance to die so well.

‘In blossom today, then scattered,
Life is so like a delicate flower.
How can one expect the fragrance
To last forever?’

“May I honor you.  May I honor our Emperor.  May the gods embrace me.

“Farewell.”

Myoshi’s pen did not stop scratching at the paper as his grandfather’s words ended.  He could feel the deck swaying beneath his feet.  He wrote on until the paper was filled, and turned, and filled on the opposite side as well before he set it aside, unsigned.  Only the weight of the pen held the paper in place against the stone, and the edges flapped in the breeze, like the wings of a great moth, reaching into the moonlight.

The takeoff was rougher than usual.  The waves had risen higher, and the deck slanted one way, then the other, great sweeping rolls that skewed the skyline and stole one’s balance.  Myoshi blinked, the strobe effect easing his nausea.  A thousand butterflies had risen to flight in his breast, and his hands shook like those of an old man.

All around him the roar of engines.  Each coughing to life, sputtering drowsily then roaring with barely contained life.  Life.  That is what pulsed through Myoshi’s veins, pounding so loudly he thought of the surf, and the ocean.  The air was cool, but he felt a fiery heat building, felt the glorious binding of man to machine to air as they launched.

The air whipped against his face, and he felt the exhileration, the pure joy of release as the deck/earth/world slipped away.  His breath was stolen, and though he fought against that breathlessness, he could not quite force the words past his lips.

Myoshi’s body tumbled, falling freely from the ledge of stone, arcing out from the stone and whirling, head over feet over head again and crashing through the upper branches of the ocean of trees, swallowed whole by the ancient, silent forest.

Far above, the clouds opened for one second, and the silhouette of a single plane was outlined – then gone.

* * *

A group of teenage boys, on a hike, came across bones, picked clean and whitened by the sunlight, slipping through the trees.  They turned in horror, ready to bolt, but one stopped.

A packet of papers, mildewed and rotting, lay to one side.  It was bound by a single ribbon of silk.  Forcing his eyes from the bones, the boy reached out and grabbed the packet.

They ran.  It wasn’t until much later that the papers were carefully opened.  Most were very old, but a single page of newer script was tied atop the pile.  On it, this verse.

“White blossom, broken
stained petal, crimson, gliding
Lost in the moonlight”

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The DeChance Chronicles Omnibus – Books 1-4 only .99!

DeChance Omnibus coverwebFOR A LIMITED TIME – all four books for only .99 – time to fall in love with a new series!

AMAZON   BARNES & NOBLE  APPLE  KOBO  GOOGLE

Donovan DeChance is a collector of ancient manuscripts and books, a practicing mage, and a private investigator. This Omnibus Collection includes books I, II, III, and IV of the series. Included are Heart of a Dragon, Vintage Soul, My Soul to Keep (The Origin story of Donovan DeChance) and Kali’s Tale – book IV of the series. Also included are the bonus novellas “The Not Quite Right Reverend Cletus J. Diggs & The Currently Accepted Habits of Nature,” and “The Preacher’s Marsh,” both of which provide background on settings and characters that appear in Kali’s Tale. If you enjoy this book, you should read Nevermore, A Novel of Love, Loss & Edgar Allan Poe, which follows on Kali’s Tale, has a cameo from Donovan DeChance, and leads into Book V – A Midnight Dreary, currently in progress.

Heart of a Dragon: When a local houngan begins meddling with powers she may not be able to control, a turf war breaks out between the Dragons motorcycle club and the Los Escorpiones street gang—a war that threatens to open portals between worlds and destroy the city in the process. With his lover, Amethyst, his familiar, Cleo – an Egyptian Mau the size of a small bobcat –the dubious aid of a Mexican sorcerer named Martinez and the budding gifts of a young artist named Salvatore, DeChance begins a race against time, magic, and almost certain death.

Vintage Soul: When, despite the finest in natural and supernatural security, a sexy and well-loved, three hundred year old lady vampire is kidnapped right out from under her lover’s nose, Donovan is called in to investigate. There will be no ransom for the kidnap victim, and if Donovan doesn’t prevent an ancient, forbidden ritual from reaching its culmination, far more than a single vampire’s undead existence will be at stake.

My Soul to Keep: Donovan DeChance is a very private man, and he is in love. When he invites his partner and lover, Amethyst, for a quiet dinner, she has no idea of his true intention. Donovan has planned a sharing – a vision that will give her the keys to his early life – the origins of his power – and a lot more than she bargained for. Join young Donovan as he fights to keep his soul, save a town, and learn the roots of his teacher and guardian – and meet his familiar, Cleo.

Kali’s Tale: When Donovan is asked to follow in secret as a hot-headed group of young vampires set out on a ‘blood quest’ to kill the ancient who created the young vampire Kali against her will, he learns that – as usual – there is a lot more to the story than meets the eye. Through the juke joints of Beale Street in Memphis, to the depths of The Great Dismal Swamp, Donovan and his lover and partner, Amethyst, find themselves drawn along on one of the strangest quests in their long, enigmatic lives as they delve into the world of the undead, the magic of The Blues, and the very heart of alchemy both to protect their young, vampiric charges – and to prevent an ancient evil from destroying the balance of power in the universe.

This novel directly crosses over to the original series O.C.L.T. – where Donovan is a sometimes consultant. It features appearances by Geoffrey Bullfinch and Rebecca York, O.C.L.T. agents, as well as Old Mill, North Carolina’s own Cletus J. Diggs.

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Walk Me Down – Free St. Patricks Day Fiction

Over on Twitter, author Chuck Wendig laid down a challenge (through his blog) to use a random cocktail generator, take the drink that was offered, and write a story (no more than 1000 words) post it in your own space and then link to it in his comments.  I got… The Walk Me Down.  The recipe for this drink is at the bottom of the story…seems sort of appropriate, I think, on a St. Patrick’s Day…  Enjoy.

Walk Me Down

 

By David Niall Wilson

 

The bar on the corner used to be run by Sean Macklemore.  He was a ruddy, red-faced Irish guy with a big silver tooth front-top-center of his smile.  He and Pop had known one another longer than I’d been alive-that bar was my Pop’s second home.

Every morning I walked the two miles to school.  Pop worked in the match factory halfway there. Every morning we’d get up and have our breakfast.  Pop would read his paper, and I’d shuffle through homework, or scan a comic book while scooping oatmeal and eggs into my mouth.  When the paper was read, and his cup was empty, it was time to go, and it didn’t matter if I’d finished eating, or forgotten to put on a shirt. “Come on boy,” he’d say.  “Let me walk you down…”

We walked together every day for all the years I was in school, and the first ten that I worked with him at the factory.  That’s where I ended up. That’s where we all ended up, those in the neighborhood who didn’t escape straight out of high school into the army, or, for the privileged few, to college.  There wasn’t much happening in Random, Illinois in those days.

Then, one day on the line, Pop turned to the man next to him and said something incomprehensible, and keeled over flat on the floor.  Turns out he had a bum ticker, sticking and clicking off beat like a confused phonograph needle.

He was never the same, and he never went back to the factory. He still loved that bar, though, and Sean – who had retired and passed the business on to his son, Seamus.  He and Pop were like local royalty in that corner booth, but without any subjects.

Every day I walked to the factory, and on the way, after my coffee and the paper. I’d call to Pop, it was our joke – one of the only things that could make him smile, no matter what.  I’d say, “Come on, Pop, I’ll walk you down…” Just like he said to me all those years.

The factory got a little seedy.  Half the workers were let go.  Pop and Sean went on about it – talked about the glory days, the safety regulations that were supposed to be in place, and weren’t.  I sipped my whiskey and took it in, but I counted myself lucky I hadn’t been cut with so many others.  I still had a job.  It paid the bills, and one of those was the bar tab at Macklemore’s…

One night, three whiskeys in, I heard a story I hadn’t heard before.  Sean started talking about the factory.  I’d sort of wondered why he cared.  Pop worked there, but Sean just served drinks.  That’s what I thought.

The Macklemore’s had lived in Random for generations, and what I hadn’t known was that Sean’s brother, Liam, was part owner of the factory.  The two had gone down different roads after high school.  Now Liam had died, and Sean found himself part owner of a sinking ship.

Pop had plenty to say too.  No one listened to either of them.  Except me.  The whole thing got me thinking.  Safety regulations were being ignored.  The building was declining, and the workers were being let go, one after another as business dwindled.  The city – Pop – Macklemore’s – my life. All headed down the crapper like they were stuffed there with some sort of cosmic plunger.

Except, I had this idea.  As ideas go, it probably wasn’t too original, but hey.  You go with what life gives you.  Life gave me Pop, a dead end job, and a friend named Seamus with a dad named Sean.  He gave us whiskey.  It all gave me that idea I mentioned.

One night I left the bar late.  Pop was three sheets in – so was Sean.  I left a note for Seamus telling him I’d be back for Pop.  Had some things to take care of.

There wasn’t much security at the factory by night.  No one broke in – everyone there was looking for a way out.  I made it to the storeroom undetected.  I’d thought it through.  Faulty wiring.  A factory full of wooden matches.  Sean and Seamus would collect on the insurance, and Pop and I would hang on like leeches for the ride.  Maybe I’d learn to tend bar.

Except… Pop and Seamus followed me.  They’d had a lot to drink.  Too much.  They slipped by me in the dark, and if one of them hadn’t tripped and banged into a door, I wouldn’t have known they were there at all. Maybe they didn’t see me either.

I was already on my way out, and those two crazy old bastards were heading into the storeroom.  I never found out why.  I started back after them, but it was way too late.  Smoke came billowing so fast and thick I could barely breath.

I got out alive, and I got back home.  I washed and changed clothes, and I headed back to the bar – like I was coming after Pop.  All I could think was that the whiskey they’d polished off must have gone up like gasoline – cooked them quick from the inside.  Never even heard a scream.

 

Me and Seamus, we take turns tending the bar now.  We don’t talk about the factory, or our Pops.  Don’t talk much at all, truth be told.  I listen to people tell me their problems, how the town is dying – how the world is going to hell…

That’s another place I think about.  I’m getting older…my time will come soon enough.  I expect, when it does, I’ll see Pop standin’ there in front of me…  He’ll say, “Come on boy,” and I’ll follow. It will be hot, like the factory- like all the matches in creation.  He’ll say… “Let me walk you down…”

 

WALK ME DOWN

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Nevermore – Special price .99 from October 30th to November 16

Nevermore_webIn celebration of the author turning another year older, and Halloween, and Edgar Allan Poe, and all that … I’m dropping the price of Nevermore – A Novel of Love, Loss & Edgar Allan Poe to only $0.99 from now until the 16th of November.  This will be featured a few places, maybe win a winder audience…one can certainly hope!

You will find that the sale price is good at Amazon.com Barnes & Noble.com – and at the Crossroad Press Online Store – if you search this blog, you’ll find everything you ever wanted to know about this novel – reviews, interviews with me, interviews with characters in the book itself – starting to be one of my most popular works.

In addition to this savings, if you are an Amazon.com customer, and you buy the eBook for only .99 – you can download the unabridged Audiobook as well through the Whispersync for Voice program – it is narrated by Gigi Shane and she did a wonderful job.  I’m very proud of this book, and I figured – while launching in to my 54th year of life, I’d start out by sharing something with all of you… so here you go.

Get them while they’re cheap!  Also available in hardcover and trade paperback at all of the above vendors…

For interested fans – NANOWRIMO is about to start.  This year I will be writing “The Not Quite Right Reverend Cletus J. Diggs & The Crazy Case of Foreman James,” the long awaited sequel to “The Currently Accepted Habits of Nature.”  Stay tuned!

-DNW

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The Blog Tour Comes to an End. Buy the Book Already…

lolravenAnd so more than a month of blogging, interviewing, pimping, and otherwise striving to find ways to introduce Nevermore, A Novel of Love, Loss & Edgar Allan Poe to the world has reached its end.  Yesterday the final two blog posts went live – they are linked below, along with all of the other stops along the way.  More than 40,000 words written to promote a book that is about 52,000 words long…  I must be crazy.

But I love this book.  I have huge faith in the story, and the characters.  Reviews have borne this out – but no matter what I do, or say, despite a “social media reach” that should be in the ten thousand range, the book only trickles out.  Such is a writer’s life.

I’ve been buried nose deep in writing The Note Quite Right Reverend Cletus J. Diggs and The Crazy Case of Foreman James, and in marketing / formatting / proofing and editing books for Crossroad Press all along, but I’ve dedicated myself to pushing this book. I will remain so dedicated. You should go and buy it and read it.  If you are a print only person, it’s available in hardcover and trade paperback.  If you like eBooks, it’s available in every format at a cost of only $2.99 for the moment (the sale price I set it at for the promotion).  If all of that fails to move you, Gigi Shane has narrated an unabridged audiobook of the novel which is fabulous, her voice bringing things to the novel that the written word cannot.  I can’t think of a single thing to say beyond what I have said in all the posts below, and all the blog posts pointing people toward them, so I will now let this go.

Congratulations to those who have entered to win copies of the book; I will have your names / etc. soon and will have all the copies out to you.

-DNW

 

 Audible.com | Barnes & Noble | Crossroad Press

 

THE ENTIRE TOUR!  READ THEM ALL, INTERVIEWS, GUEST POSTS, CHARACTER INTERVIEWS…

Read My Post “Ancient Evil is the Best Evil” at the Sun Mountain Reviews Blog

Read about how I was Drawn to the Darkness in my writing at the Blog of A Chick Who Reads

Read My Interview with Edgar Allan Poe at the blog of Deal Sharing Aunt

Read some about the birth of the novel Nevermore at Paranormal Dimensions!

Read a Character interview with LENORE (My version) at Michelle Lee’s blog

Read my post about what influences my writing at Rinn Reads!

Read my guest post about Donovan DeChance at the Paranormal Book Club

Read the guest post about memorable characters, and Cletus J. Diggs and the review at Brooke Blogs. She liked it!

Read my post about romance in books over at Fierce Dolan’s Blog..

My post about why I’m glad Nevermore was not published traditionally – read it at the What Readers Want blog!

How personal and North Carolina history affect the novel – read at the FLYING HIGH blog!

Read about mining history for your fiction at Christine’s Words!

Read about the cover art by Lisa Snellings at Workaday Reads

Read the review of the book, and the guest post on keeping your series new

Read the interview at One More Chapter

Read my post about writers – and reading – at Janna Shay’s blog!

Read My post – Everybody Loves a Mystery – here in this blog!

Read my post “Let There be Magic” at the main Buy the Book Tour Site!

Read my post about “The Dark South” at The Open Book Society Blog…;

Read about Genres & Why I hate them : ==> AT THE AUTHOR’S CAFE

Listen to internet radio with BuyTheBookTours on BlogTalkRadio

READ THE Guest Post about History in fiction at MELISSA’S BLOG!

READ THE INTERVIEW AT THE HBS SITE
Listen to internet radio with BuyTheBookTours on BlogTalkRadio

Interview with me at the Blog of author Hywela Lin

Interview with Donovan DeChance at Laurie’s Thoughts and Reviews

Interview with Edgar Allan Poe at MJ Schiller’s Blog (join the discussion)

Get the details of the book tour – and the giveaways – at Buy the Book Tours…

BUY NEVERMORE! AT AMAZON.COM or BARNES & NOBLE or CROSSROAD PRESS

DOWNLOAD THE AUDIOBOOK FROM AUDIBLE.COM – NARRATED BY GIGI SHANE!

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The Birth of a Novel, and Some Comments on Commitments

bulldogThe other day a blogger took me to task for being disappointed that one of the blogs that signed up for my tour didn’t post the guest post I gave them, or respond in any way to queries about it.  There was going to be a review at that tour stop too…something I’ve come to anticipate, as I’ve gotten only a moderate number so far on the book.  Here’s the thing.

There was a bare minimum of effort required for that blogger to meet their commitment.  I wrote the post, and I handed it in to them more than a month ahead of time.  I provided a free copy of my book and, while that blog does have a review policy that says reviews not guaranteed, they committed to the review when they chose it as an option on the blog tour AND their own policy states that if they just couldn’t finish, or whatever, that they will say so…  They said nothing.

Thankfully, the talented Michelle Lee let me borrow her blog space, and, albeit a day late, the Character Interview with LENORE is live (link below). Maybe I have unreasonable expectations, but these things have two-way commitments.  I met and exceeded mine, and it’s frustrating and off-putting to have that work ignored.  Enough on that.  I hope nothing horrible happened in the life of the blogger in question, and I wish them well, but as a cautionary note – if you set up a blog tour, vetting the blogs carefully is important, and one thing I would check is how long it’s been in operation (the blog) and how regularly it’s updated.  Also important?  Traffic, comments, and popularity.  If most of the traffic on a particular post is channeled through my own post about it on my blog, then I didn’t really need that other blog at all…the idea is to diversify and build the audience.  I hope I’m doing that.  On the up side, 287 people (or so) have signed up to win one of the prizes…

Today’s post is about the birth of Nevermore, A Novel of Love, Loss & Edgar Allan Poe.  It covers the pre-story in Kali’s Tale, and moves on to explain how the book came into being.  I hope you’ll enjoy it. Here’s a snippet:

“Eleven months ago, I wrote the following at the beginning of a post at my website and blog:

 “I’ve started (finally) working on the next Donovan DeChance book.  This book will follow directly on the tail of the events in Book IV, Kali’s Tale – still a stand-alone story, and still something you could read without having read the others, though I realize that as time goes on…and the series grows… this is less and less true.  It’s always best to start at the beginning.  It’s just not possible to rehash everything properly without detracting from the new story…”
READ THE ENTIRE POST AT PARANORMAL DIMENSIONS ->

THE TOUR SO FAR:

Read a Character interview with LENORE (My version) at Michelle Lee’s blog

Read my post about what influences my writing at Rinn Reads!

Read my guest post about Donovan DeChance at the Paranormal Book Club

Read the guest post about memorable characters, and Cletus J. Diggs and the review at Brooke Blogs. She liked it!

Read my post about romance in books over at Fierce Dolan’s Blog..

My post about why I’m glad Nevermore was not published traditionally – read it at the What Readers Want blog!

How personal and North Carolina history affect the novel – read at the FLYING HIGH blog!

Read about mining history for your fiction at Christine’s Words!

Read about the cover art by Lisa Snellings at Workaday Reads

Read the review of the book, and the guest post on keeping your series new

Read the interview at One More Chapter

Read my post about writers – and reading – at Janna Shay’s blog!

Read My post – Everybody Loves a Mystery – here in this blog!

Read my post “Let There be Magic” at the main Buy the Book Tour Site!

Read my post about “The Dark South” at The Open Book Society Blog…;

Read about Genres & Why I hate them : ==> AT THE AUTHOR’S CAFE

Listen to internet radio with BuyTheBookTours on BlogTalkRadio

READ THE Guest Post about History in fiction at MELISSA’S BLOG!

READ THE INTERVIEW AT THE HBS SITE
Listen to internet radio with BuyTheBookTours on BlogTalkRadio

Interview with me at the Blog of author Hywela Lin

Interview with Donovan DeChance at Laurie’s Thoughts and Reviews

Interview with Edgar Allan Poe at MJ Schiller’s Blog (join the discussion)

Get the details of the book tour – and the giveaways – at Buy the Book Tours…

BUY NEVERMORE! AT AMAZON.COM or BARNES & NOBLE or CROSSROAD PRESS

DOWNLOAD THE AUDIOBOOK FROM AUDIBLE.COM – NARRATED BY GIGI SHANE!

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The Blog Tour hits the Paranormal Book Club – BUY THE BOOK

downloadAs you can tell from the long list of posts, interviews, and reviews below, I’ve been working this blog tour for quite some time now.  In that time, according to Statpress, I’ve had about 7,000 visitors to this blog alone, and about 30,000 page views.  That seems like a lot.  Here’s the reality of it – no matter how much I write about this book, people don’t seem to be buying it.

I am not a quitter, I am a writer.  I invested nearly a month of my life writing posts for this blog tour, and I want to find a way to make it work.  If you know people or hang out in places where there are people who like Dark Fantasy, or Edgar Allan Poe, or whatever, please…take a moment or two today and pass on the link to either this blog, or one of the many below.  Sign up to win a copy, even if you don’t want it, and then give it to someone who does if you win…

Meanwhile, back near the Dismal Swamp, I am typing the long-lost Cletus J. Diggs novel “The Crazy Case of Foreman James” into the computer, and should move straight from that into “A Midnight Dreary,” Book V of the DeChance Chronicles…  The words they won’t stop rollin’, no they just slow down…

Today’s post is over at the Paranormal Book Club.  It’s not about Nevermore, per se.  It’s about Donovan DeChance, and all the characters, stories, and books that led to the writing of Nevermore.  Here’s a snippet:

“The DeChance Chronicles & Nevermore, a Novel of Love, Loss & Edgar Allan Poe

I’ve written a lot of guest posts on this blog tour in support of my newest novel, Nevermore, a Novel of Love, Loss & Edgar Allan Poe but I think it’s about time I spent a little time on the books that have come before, and the characters who made Nevermore possible.

I have written four books, so far, about a man named Donovan DeChance.  Donovan is a mage, book collector, investigator, and self-appointed guardian of the balance of power in the world.  He has a familiar, an Egyptian Mau grown at least twice as large as it should have.  Her name is Cleo.  In later books, he also has an old Crow named Asmodeus.  His partner and romantic interest is a woman named Amethyst, who is an expert in the uses of stones and crystals.

As a younger man, I wrote a lot of licensed fiction.  I did a Dark Ages vampire trilogy for White Wolf titled The Grails Covenant Trilogy, as well as several clan novels and standalone books.  All of the time I worked on those novels, I was chomping at the bit.  I pitched idea after idea, but they had a vision in mind for what their books would be, how their characters would act, etc. It was confining, and in the end, soul-sucking, and so I moved on to writing my own novels in my own worlds.”  — Read the Entire Post at The Paranormal Book Club ->
THE TOUR SO FAR:

Read the guest post about memorable characters, and Cletus J. Diggs and the review at Brooke Blogs. She liked it!

Read my post about romance in books over at Fierce Dolan’s Blog..

My post about why I’m glad Nevermore was not published traditionally – read it at the What Readers Want blog!

How personal and North Carolina history affect the novel – read at the FLYING HIGH blog!

Read about mining history for your fiction at Christine’s Words!

Read about the cover art by Lisa Snellings at Workaday Reads

Read the review of the book, and the guest post on keeping your series new

Read the interview at One More Chapter

Read my post about writers – and reading – at Janna Shay’s blog!

Read My post – Everybody Loves a Mystery – here in this blog!

Read my post “Let There be Magic” at the main Buy the Book Tour Site!

Read my post about “The Dark South” at The Open Book Society Blog…;

Read about Genres & Why I hate them : ==> AT THE AUTHOR’S CAFE

Listen to internet radio with BuyTheBookTours on BlogTalkRadio

READ THE Guest Post about History in fiction at MELISSA’S BLOG!

READ THE INTERVIEW AT THE HBS SITE
Listen to internet radio with BuyTheBookTours on BlogTalkRadio

Interview with me at the Blog of author Hywela Lin

Interview with Donovan DeChance at Laurie’s Thoughts and Reviews

Interview with Edgar Allan Poe at MJ Schiller’s Blog (join the discussion)

Get the details of the book tour – and the giveaways – at Buy the Book Tours…

BUY NEVERMORE! AT AMAZON.COM or BARNES & NOBLE or CROSSROAD PRESS

DOWNLOAD THE AUDIOBOOK FROM AUDIBLE.COM – NARRATED BY GIGI SHANE!

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Five Ways to market your book – the good, and the bad + More Blog Tour

extra1) FACEBOOK: Here’s the thing.  You can amass huge numbers of ‘friends’ on Facebook.  Maybe, as in my case, you have at least a vague idea why each of them is there, maybe you just clicked and clicked to get the numbers rolling.  Either way, you are not going to be able to resist trying to sell books there, so here’s a good, and a bad thing about Facebook.

GOOD – All of those with enough interest to follow you will know when you have a new book out, and some of them will read, review, and buy it.  Probably not very meany, because all 2,000 or so of THEIR ‘friends’ also have books, or etsy shops, or Kickstarters for videos of their cats with toy balloons, and they are busy marketing and socializing, just like you. (Note that tis “Good” is not all that good)

BAD – most of the people who will see your posts on Facebook already know you. They already know you write, they already know about your books, and have probably already made their decision about buying them.  Each time you tell them AGAIN, the filter around your posts grows, and you fall further into the gray area.  Facebook marketing, unless you spend a bunch of money on it, generally just markets to the same small group of folks, and in the case of authors mostly markets to other writers trying to market to you.

TWITTER: You may, like me, love the quick, witty banter of a service like Twitter.  I’ve made some long-standing friends there, and I’ve been with the service for a very long time.  Here are my good, and bad thoughts on Twitter marketing.

GOOD: – if you play your cards right, interact with a lot of people, build relationships and (holy grail of twitter) get onto the radar of people with real reach, Twitter can push the news of your new book a long way.  A single post about your book from the right celebrity can send people scurrying to see why their idol suggested it.  A simple retweet of a post asking to be retweeted has a lot less gas than one that actually originates with the celebrity  I am NOT saying you should start pummeling celebrities … just that if you can get their notice, you can sell books.

BAD – barring the time spent building relationships and the celebrity connections, if you mostly tweet over and over about your book, new reviews of your book, new places to buy your book, etc… lots of links with the words switched around?  No one is going to follow those links.  No one likes impersonal advertising, and particularly on Twitter, where interaction is the name of the game, spammy, scheduled posts about books people have already seen a hundred spammy scheduled posts about are more likely to prevent sales than to win them.

FREE GIVEAWAYS: There was a time when this was a great idea.  There have always been proponents of this method, and it doesn’t take much research to see that most of those really successful proponents were already well-known before they tried it.  Like anything else, it works better for a popular author than an unknown.

GOOD: – If you make use of the sites that will announce your book, plan ahead for your giveaway to be sure it’s promoted far and wide – plan the dates carefully and make sure the book you choose has good reviews / etc. you can really spread the word about your work.  If you are lucky enough to land a slot somewhere like Bookbub or Boookblast, the freebie can get real legs.

BAD: – Barring something amazing, follow-on sales are sketchy.  At one time Amazon counted free sales as “something” but now they have separate lists.  Once your free promotion is over, you go back to being ranked 650,000 that very second.  If you get lucky, you might coast a while on sales from the curious who found your book through a free promotion, got to it too late, and bought it anyway, but the lasting effect of free giveaways is not what it once was, and not likely to spur huge sales.  Also, if you get in the habit of doing these, interested readers just wait for each took to be free.  Also, some of the best promotions for what I will talk abut next, sale pricing, will not accept a book that has been recently free.

SALE PRICING:

THE GOOD – The .99, $1.99 and even $2.99 sale price is what the free giveaway used to be.  This method can work wonders, if you handle it correctly, and if you are patient but according to the experts in Tampa internet marketing,  you are going to need reviews.  I don’t think it’s wise to start such a promotion without 7-10 positive reviews, and it’s probably better to have more.  Plan your sale in advance.  There are services like Book Gorilla, Book Bub, Book Blast, where you can request a promotional day far in advance.  If they accept you, they cost money.  Spend that wisely.  Ranked in effectiveness, Book Bub has worked by far the best, but is the hardest to get into.  Book Blast has worked well for us, and is also much more economical than either of the others.  Book Gorilla seems not to have much affect on sales, but I have only been involved with it once, and have one friend who used it.  Sales were not affected much.  Note that Book Bub and Book Blast give you average download and sales numbers, while Book Gorilla – much like Kindle Nation Daily – only tells you how sales ranks changed, which can be accomplished with a very small number of sales.   The idea of the sale price is to get a lot of momentum, move up the sales chart, and then go back to normal price and try to sustain those sales.  The REALLY good thing about this is that whatever boost in sales rank you get – you keep it at the end of the promotion.

THE BAD – It doesn’t always work.  If you don’t promote it well, no one will see it – because no one was seeing it before the sale price.  If you try it as the sole means of promotion, you’ll just make less on the few sales you manage.  No promotion is any better than the effort put into it and the reach of its visibility.  Combining this with the first two, Facebook and Twitter, won’t help that much because – again – those people already know about your book.

BOOK BLOGS: – This is not a new thing, but it has grown into a PROLIFIC thing . A lot of people have set up shop reviewing books, talking about books, creating book clubs for group reads…here’s what I know about them.

THE GOOD – you can reach a solid network of readers if you can get your book into the right book blogs.  There are book bloggers with huge followings, not only on their blogs, but in their entire social media networks – you tube channels, Twitter, FB, Google +, etc. They can really create a buzz if your book catches their attention.

THE BAD – Just like with any good marketing source, there are a limited number of book blogs with the reach to really help sell books, and in those blogs, there are a limited number of slots for book promotion.  Most reviewers and book bloggers have policies on submission of titles, and most of the really good ones have become difficult or impossible to get into if you weren’t part of their network early on – or don’t manage to become part of their network later on.  Some have even grown into big book sites, with hundreds of thousands of followers.  Just like getting a celebrity to endorse your book – good luck getting into one of the important book blogs.  It’s not impossible, but is’t not easy.  The sad fact is that, while you might get another good Amazon review out of a blog post about your book – and that’s a valuable thing in combination with other promotions – most blogs are still fighting to find an audience.  A good gauge of how much reach you can get from a blog is to check the average number of comments they receive on posts.  I’ve been blogging here forever.  My traffic is (theoretically) pretty good.  No one ever comments.   Well, almost never.  They might today, since i’m talking about book marketing again…

When I have finished it, I will blog about my blog tour – still ongoing.  The jury is still out on this… You can be part of it by checking out all the posts, and interviews, and reviews that have accumulated this far.  Today I have a post over at FIERCE DOLAN’S blog – about romance in books, the erotic, and the subtle. You can read that post by CLICKING HERE….

ALSO – for those interested, I have posted a story here from my collection Etched Deep & Other Dark Impressions.  I wrote it when I was sort of caught up in the edges of the literary fiction scene… the poseurs and the literati, the infighting for a slot in the oh-so-posh pays not a cent hip ‘zine of the day.  It’s titled “Pretty Boys in Blue With Long Hair Dangling,” and it’s available from the Short Fiction Excerpts menu at the top of the page.

 

THE TOUR SO FAR:

My post about why I’m glad Nevermore was not published traditionally – read it at the What Readers Want blog!

How personal and North Carolina history affect the novel – read at the FLYING HIGH blog!

Read about mining history for your fiction at Christine’s Words!

Read about the cover art by Lisa Snellings at Workaday Reads

Read the review of the book, and the guest post on keeping your series new

Read the interview at One More Chapter

Read my post about writers – and reading – at Janna Shay’s blog!

Read My post – Everybody Loves a Mystery – here in this blog!

Read my post “Let There be Magic” at the main Buy the Book Tour Site!

Read my post about “The Dark South” at The Open Book Society Blog…;

Read about Genres & Why I hate them : ==> AT THE AUTHOR’S CAFE

Listen to internet radio with BuyTheBookTours on BlogTalkRadio

READ THE Guest Post about History in fiction at MELISSA’S BLOG!

READ THE INTERVIEW AT THE HBS SITE
Listen to internet radio with BuyTheBookTours on BlogTalkRadio

Interview with me at the Blog of author Hywela Lin

Interview with Donovan DeChance at Laurie’s Thoughts and Reviews

Interview with Edgar Allan Poe at MJ Schiller’s Blog (join the discussion)

Get the details of the book tour – and the giveaways – at Buy the Book Tours…

BUY NEVERMORE! AT AMAZON.COM or BARNES & NOBLE or CROSSROAD PRESS

DOWNLOAD THE AUDIOBOOK FROM AUDIBLE.COM – NARRATED BY GIGI SHANE!

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Why I'm glad Nevermore Was Not Traditionally Published & Return of Blog Tour

2chikinsSo, I’ve been conducting this blog tour for some time now.  Today I’m nearly at twenty separate posts, trying to convince you that the read you must complete this summer is Nevermore, a Novel of Love, Loss & Edgar Allan Poe.  I think I must not be very good at this – I’ve averaged about one sale per post…but I slog on – it’s what writers do.

On an unrelated note – while my beloved San Diego Chargers did not win their first preseason game, the “starters” were nearly unstoppable.  I am pleased.  In honor of that today’s featured image is NOT a cute cat, but my favorite football lol – a shot taken from a game between the JETS (note this – it’s important) and the Chargers a few years back.

I discovered something very cool on Friday.  I found the lost, hand-written manuscript to a novel that was well on its way to completion.  “The Not Quite Right Reverend Cletus J. Diggs & The Crazy Case of Foreman James”.  I wrote this in small bursts just before going to sleep each night.  I was well into the book when we finally sold our old historic home in Hertford, NC and moved to the new house in the county.  During that move…the notebook disappeared.  Lost.  Gone.  No sign of it, and I had (at that point) only typed out about 1,000 words of it.  NOT a good feeling, I can tell you.  On the other hand, FINDING that after all this time has been a very cool thing, and I’ve been busily typing it into the computer so that I can move on, finish the story, and get it out to the world.

While I’m working on that, though, you should all pop over to “What Reader’s Want” – where you’ll find today’s blog post on why I’m glad Nevermore did not come out from a traditional publisher…and you should get yourself a copy of the book.  It’s discounted from $4.99 to $2.99 for the length of the tour.  You can get the print editions at a bargain price at the Crossroad Press Store … the audiobook is amazing, thanks to narrator Gigi Shane…  Go have a visit with Edgar.

Here’s an excerpt from today’s post, and a link to the rest!

“I am here to talk about my new novel, Nevermore, a Novel of Love, Loss & Edgar Allan Poe. One of the questions I’ve been asked over and over again is – what type of book is it? What genre? Where would it be shelved? Let me tell you, this is a question I’ve come to hate – and I believe it’s probably among the most hated questions asked of most authors, because the simple fact is – it’s a novel. It has romance. It has dark fantasy. It has magic, and history, and even alternate history. It’s got action and adventure, and could probably be shelved without anyone batting an eye in the horror section, the urban fantasy section, and the paranormal romance section of a major bookstore.

The simple truth is, if my book got stuck on any of those shelves, I think a lot of people who would love it would never see it…” =>Read the entire post at the What Readers Want blog!

 

THE TOUR SO FAR:

How personal and North Carolina history affect the novel – read at the FLYING HIGH blog!

Read about mining history for your fiction at Christine’s Words!

Read about the cover art by Lisa Snellings at Workaday Reads

Read the review of the book, and the guest post on keeping your series new

Read the interview at One More Chapter

Read my post about writers – and reading – at Janna Shay’s blog!

Read My post – Everybody Loves a Mystery – here in this blog!

Read my post “Let There be Magic” at the main Buy the Book Tour Site!

Read my post about “The Dark South” at The Open Book Society Blog…;

Read about Genres & Why I hate them : ==> AT THE AUTHOR’S CAFE

Listen to internet radio with BuyTheBookTours on BlogTalkRadio

READ THE Guest Post about History in fiction at MELISSA’S BLOG!

READ THE INTERVIEW AT THE HBS SITE
Listen to internet radio with BuyTheBookTours on BlogTalkRadio

Interview with me at the Blog of author Hywela Lin

Interview with Donovan DeChance at Laurie’s Thoughts and Reviews

Interview with Edgar Allan Poe at MJ Schiller’s Blog (join the discussion)

Get the details of the book tour – and the giveaways – at Buy the Book Tours…

BUY NEVERMORE! AT AMAZON.COM or BARNES & NOBLE or CROSSROAD PRESS

DOWNLOAD THE AUDIOBOOK FROM AUDIBLE.COM – NARRATED BY GIGI SHANE!

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