The World’s Fastest Review Is Two Clicks Away

I don’t have a clue whether or not the KindleScout program will be interested in my fifth novel, Cowboys Come Home. Two previous novels, Crazy of Natural Causes and Forgive Us Our Trespasses, have been selected by the Amazon program, so, as Bill Murray said in Caddyshack, I’ve got that going for me. On the other hand, Cowboys Come Home is a western, and I … Continue reading The World’s Fastest Review Is Two Clicks Away

Relating in Reverse

I guess I found some identity in Roan Poulter’s Motorcycle Chronicles that meshed with my own. On several levels. There are three of them, all about the troubled, but evolving relationship between bohemian literary figure Anne Carter and the son, Jordan, she left behind. Anne is an influence but not a character, in the final volume. They are The End of the Road, All Roads … Continue reading Relating in Reverse

Little Help? Got a Manuscript Loose Out There

On with the show, this is it! That Oscar-winning rabbit concluded his intro with that tune, and, as of 12:01 a.m. today (Wednesday, August 17), my fifth novel, Cowboys Come Home, is up for nomination in Amazon’s KindleScout program. Two previous novels — KindleScout is fiction only — have been published in the program, which is something of a bridge between traditional and new publishing. … Continue reading Little Help? Got a Manuscript Loose Out There

I’m So Short of Money, It Makes My Eyes Itch

Sunday was astonishingly productive. I touched all the bases of my various sources of income. Now it’s Tuesday. Monday was a blink-out. On Monday, I went to Laurens District High School to take photos of football players. Before that, I chatted with Raiders head coach Chris Liner during the waning minutes of practice. Afterwards, my right eye got irritated. Really irritated. I’ve been wearing contact … Continue reading I’m So Short of Money, It Makes My Eyes Itch

Them Steadily Depressing, Lowdown, Mind-Messing Social Media Blues

It’s dripping rain in the Poconos. It’s iffy at Baltusrol. It’s hot as fire here, but it’s supposed to rain tomorrow. If the afternoon arrives and the race is delayed, I’m not going to watch NASCAR drivers pet their puppies (um, woe be unto thy dirty minds) in the motorcoach lot. I may mow the lawn. I may watch Larry, Curly and Moe. I may … Continue reading Them Steadily Depressing, Lowdown, Mind-Messing Social Media Blues