First of all WordPress needs to stop buggin’ me to “try Gutenberg” when I’m already using it, though I suppose it can’t tell… feh. I expect too much of technology, most of the time. Speaking of expectations … I guess that’ll have to do as a segway. Which, by the...
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Soft Hearts, Hard Memories hasn’t been … shall I say, popular … though it does appear to enjoy interest among a certain demographic… what it needed was some editing. Just some typographical stuff here and there. That’s one of the challenges of being ones own editor and publisher. Not that...
Now I understand why self publishing is so perilous. The good news is that Soft Hearts, Hard Memories is now ‘name your price’ with the suggested price of $4.95. The bad news is that ordering physical copies from Amazon is so untrustworthy that I’ve pulled the edition from their store....
As promised, a physical edition novel will be available very, very shortly thanks to Amazon… but it won’t be the first volume of the Greatshale Chronicles. No sir. It will be, quite out of the blue, Soft Hearts, Hard Memories, a heavily edited and revamped novel originally entitled Bold Curves....
I’ve been a busy little bee, haven’t I? Bold Curves can be purchased at Amazon in ebook and paperback form now, so do check it out. I’ve tweaked any issues I found in the Smashwords edition. Also, I’ll be publishing another collection that features Every One Fight, Sector Bomb and...
Sailor Rifts lives on in eBook form as Starlit Ruins, a free download at Smashwords. Maybe I’ll just answer the questions I think you’ll ask, right now? What is it? Palladium Rifts and I have a history. It was my first experience with intense story feedback; facial expressions are powerful...
Haven’t been at it for a while on the writing front, but I’m back again with a few updates, so … here we go: Bold Curves (link) re-published with new content at the humble price of $1 (minimum). Synopsis: Aaran has a problem with her other self, and overcoming this...
His silver angular brows prepared a march that he began with but one word: “Well?”
She leaned forward, light blue eyes on the incomprehensible expanse of books, and the brushed aluminum looking, symbol laden upper column. This connected to another clear column full of white, tube lights. She said, “What do you call this?”
This is the result – after some necessary editing – of the challenge I began alongside NaNoWriMo in November. My first police drama. Enjoy! Remarkable Objects By Simon Woodington Face first on the pavement, no sign of trauma, foul play or … anything that a keen eye or diagnostic hand...