If you know me. You know that I love fantasy. I love everything fantastic. From the shimmering scales of dragons to the pitter patter of gnomish dinosaur riders in New York of the 22nd Century. My mind has never really been well rooted in reality.I finished up my first fantasy novel. In reading back through it, something just doesn't feel right. Now, I may be too critical of the piece due to my relationship with the genre.
My wife/editor and I have talked about things a bit and she and I have agreed that something needs to be done with the novel (possibly file it away under "nevergettingpublished"). I have several short thriller/horror bits that I am putting together right now. One is already up on Amazon.com, and others are soon to follow. Very soon.
Sales of my lone short story are low, but I expect that. I haven't done a ton of advertising about the story. I think I am waiting until I have a few up.
Also, I have started the planning stages on a dystopian steampunk novel. I have mixed feelings about several aspects, so I am still outlining and revising those outlines. There is something about the world or the story that irks me pretty heavily.
On a different note, my fellow writer friend Jamie McHenry recently offered a contest on his blog for an Amazon gift card. I inadvertently won. (btw, I usually don't enter to win contests on the basis that I don't deserve to win) So, I have a few extra bucks to spend on one of my fave sites to shop - Amazon.
I know I will be picking up a few books written by other indie authors. While are out there, you should check out my short story, The Sweater.
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