and dead all at the same time. LOL
The Body in the Pool, Book One of the Dismember Killer Series is live on Amazon.
What’s it about you ask? Haven’t you been reading my blog for the last year? Geez, ok….
Seattle has seen its fair share of serial killers over the years. Now a new demographic needs to watch their backs…successful white males are losing their lives in shockingly public venues.
Detective Spencer Thomas and his task force are 12 murders deep and no closer to finding the Dismember Killer than they were when the first body appeared. The killer is taunting them without leaving any useful evidence.
With a pregnant wife on bed rest, brass that strips his resources, and the FBI breathing down his neck…the last thing Spence needs is a dead body at an exclusive boarding school, floating in their pool no less…
#AuthorLifeMonth – My Publishing Team.
I give great dialogue and I have an excellent bead on human psychology.
I give credit for these things to reading, excessively, many genres, much non fiction. My entire life.
Minoring in film didn’t hurt my dialogue skills.
I majored in history in case you were wondering. That’s more on the psychology side. LOL.
I’ve talked about this many times before, I cannot spell and my grammar sucks. LOL. I don’t know punctuation rules. I tend to use odd dialogue markers.
I need 2 line editors. Seriously.
#AuthorLifeMonth continues with a question about my hobbies. I’ve talked about this before. I crochet, I paint by numbers, I yoga.
I also travel. As much as I can. And right now I am in Hawaii, showing some friends who’ve never been to the touristy sites. No judgement, that’s what they asked for.
And what do I care? It’s warm and sunny here. After 10 days of being snowed in, I am all for warm and sunny.
#AuthorLifeMonth has got to be the strangest daily post challenge I have ever participated in. I have to wonder, do you all really want to know all this about me?
OK, the easy answer to dream author meeting, Agatha Christie. Boom, done.
But that’s pretty short and boring, after all, she’s dead. It ain’t happening.
My cuz had an all female heavy metal band back in the late 80’s early 90’s. They got invited a lot of places in LA. She told me something I’ve always remembered. “When you meet a celebrity you can either have an autograph or an experience.” Update that to today, selfie or experience.
And I get what she meant. When you meet a “star” and you ask for a selfie or an autograph you are putting them in the star category and yourself in the fan category.
By treating them like a human, you might get an interesting experience. Or they might blow you off, mileage varies.
So while I have met a number of “stars” over the years, I only ever once asked for an autograph and I immediately regretted it because other people saw the exchange and mobbed him and he had to leave the location. It was the first “star” I ever met. I never did it again.
And no, I won’t be sharing my experiences. LOL.
I suppose when I started writing all I wanted was to finish I book. √
Then I wanted to have other people read it and say it didn’t suck. √
Then I wanted to it grow a grass roots following.
Then I heard from a number of people that I needed more books.
Write a second book, finish it, have it not suck. √√√
Get more readers than the first book. √
Write the first book in a series. √
Write the second book in a series.
Write the third book in the series.
Publish them within a month of each other to capitalize on Amazons algorithms.
You could say I’m falling down on the job because I am no longer doing what I can.
Along the way I learned way more than I ever wanted about marketing. Is that an accomplishment? Maybe, but it was never a goal. LOL
Laughing, seriously? There is no safe way to answer this without pissing someone off. I’ll make my apologies now.
I could say my hubs, but realistically he is my biggest fan in life. And the one most likely to tell me I’ve bitten off more than I chew, yet again. And that’s a good partnership, plain and simple.
I could list various friends, but what makes one more fan-ish that another. They love my books because they love me. They love the crud I crochet because they love me.
Family? ROFL. Don’t kid yourself, most of them have not read a word I’ve written. Although props to my cuz, Lance, who works his social media like a fiend every time I am up for an award and need votes or release a new book. That is some serious love.
So I think I’ll talk instead about a mom at co-op. I would not have said we were friends. We were acquaintances. I taught/teach her children. Her children like me. She heard I wrote and got my books. She read them. She then sought me out as a human because she liked my books. That’s a good definition of a fan, if you ask me.