I live by lists

It’s true. One of my biggest strategies for getting anything done is to make a to-do list.

I’m particularly proud (albeit anxious at the same time) about that item below the pen.* I am giving a two-hour workshop presentation soon, complete with PowerPoint, and I successfully mated my laptop to my TV to test it out. 

No, of course I didn’t take a photo. It wasn’t on the list!

Here’s hoping that mating the laptop to the projector at the conference goes smoothly. The last time I used PowerPoint at a presentation, I had to borrow someone else’s laptop. This is a different machine and some circumstances are different, so I have high hopes.

Wish me luck!

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* Yes, I do spell laptop with a C, after which I cross out the C and write an L over it. 

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Beautiful downtown Hunter Creek

Two cows and a bull (the black one) keep the grass cut. Arizona is a free range state. Cows freely range where they like, but their owners DO keep an eye on them. 

Coming tomorrow, Scandalous: An Owen Family Story.


(That is a paper printout of the ebook cover.)

More information tomorrow!

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Don’t Drink the Koolade

Some of you know the story of how I came to be an indie-published author (aka self-published). Probably more of you don’t.

The highlights are here:

  • Doctor said to put my affairs in order
  • Initial panic at thought of dying
  • I didn’t want my novel manuscripts thrown out by the kids
  • I sought out the best solution for me
  • I acted on it by publishing my first book
  • People liked the first, so I did the second one, too
  • I was Indie before it was cool
  • The doctor was wrong

That doctor actually did me a favor. I love what being in charge of my writing career does for me.

However, I see new and wanna-be authors making costly, unthinking mistakes in seeking traditional publishing for their book. I’ve done the careful cautions, but can’t save everyone from their dreams. They’ll sign the contracts, get badly burned, then ask around about how they can get out of those hideous contracts. Most times, they can’t. In a fraction of cases, they can, but only because the publisher already breached the contract.

I’m about to the point that I won’t open my mouth anymore. It’s sad.

Yesterday, one of my heroes among writers, Dean Wesley Smith, published a blog post that tells how he feels nowadays. Check it out here.

EDIT: I’ve fixed the link. I’m blaming the error on my fat fingers using the WordPress phone app.

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