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Speed Bumps and Lumps



Publish! That’s my goal.

That’s been my goal since high school. That’s been my goal for some 19 years. That’s a long time. I often ask what’s happened since then. In that time life happened. I joined the Army. That was a fun and terrifying few years. I earned two college degrees. That was an intensive year. I was married and divorced. Apparently no matter how hard you try you can’t force each other to be in love. I worked my ass off. Job after job, 50+ hours a week. I published some misguided poetry. I published brutal memoir short stories of my childhood and won a few contests. Then, I got married to a woman I actually was in love with and got a cute, crazy daughter. I spent a few years enjoying the novelty of it. I also found out I have MS (Multiple Sclerosis). I joke with a tear in my eye and say MS stands for Me Screwed.


Now, I’m here. Emboldened by the loving support of family, or at least their grudging understanding, I’m here. I am selfpublishing! Where there’s a will there’s a way, blah, blah, and other inspirational phrases. Really it comes down to this. I’ve wanted to publish. Poems weren’t fulfilling. Short stories weren’t fulfilling. Childrens book here I am! I have a professionally edited manuscript. I have a critique group. I have an interior illustrator. I am getting my book cover started as I type this (Maybe not, she’s in Wales and it’s really freaking early in the morning there right now). I’ve been platforming for a month. Over 1,000 FB friends, over 700 Twitter followers, 30 followers on here. I think that’s okay? I still need more, many more.


There are more speed bumps to slow my goal down. More lumps life will give me in the pursuit of my goal. I only have one thing to say. Let’s do this!


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Writing Without Rules



From the moment we picked up a crayon to add some scribbly words to a picture for mom to my recently typed submission to my critique group we are told writing has rules. Don’t make up words, a word only means certain things. There’s a perscribed structure to a sentence, a page, book. A story only fits into a certain genre. The list goes on and on and on. A quick search for “rules of writing” on Google comes up with a number ranging from three to 200.

Math wasn’t my strong suit in school. Writing was. Even I know that the number 3 is a different from the number 200. That tells me people have no freakin’ clue. Which is funny because we constantly say to follow this rule or that rule will make you a great author. One of the big 6 (there’s numbers again!) publishers will pick up your self published work and you will be a worldwide best seller. Basically, I just need to figure out which numbered rule out of 200 rules is the one that’ll make me famous.


If it’s this three 3 rules one,…I’m screwed. We applaud those who go outside of the writing box. Made up words are constantly being added to the dictionary. Readers are delighted at unexpected metaphors, word use, and stylistic structure.

All I can do, and what many well-known authors do, just right from the heart. Pick out ideas from the ether. Worship at the feet of my muse. Break all of the rules, and just write. Later I can pick them up, cut myself on their sharp edges, and murder the bits of brilliance that cross the lines in to insanity. First, there’s only one thing to do:





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Prioritizing Dreams


Dreams need prioritizing if they’re ever going to become realities.

I work 8 hours a day. I commute 2 hours a day. I spend 2 hours with my daughter a night. I spend 2 hours with my wife at night. So, 14 hours before downtime of t.v., reading, work prep, etc., etc., etc. Somewhere in there I take time to write and build a community/platform for my writing. That means write new material, edit old material, critique group, blog, tweet, facebook, and research.

The day still only has 24 hours right? My daughter and I are on to 4th grade math, so I’m a bit rusty on my 2nd grade math. 24 hours, 25 hours, whatever. There still isn’t enough time in a day to do just the day to day, let alone follow my dream of writing and now self publishing.

I could give up my dream. Let it die. Give it a funeral. Burn all my manuscripts and put them in an urn on my mantle. Sure, that’d only leave a gaping hole of sorrow, loss, and unfulfilled potential. Well, that doesn’t sound like much fun. And since I’m no H.G. Wells and don’t have a time machine (and we know just how well that turned out for him!), nor is my math creative enough to add more hours in a day, that only leaves one thing.


That meant some long conversations with my wife so she’d understand, saying goodbye to netflixing, taking a shorter lunch at work so I could do all of my work prep at work, and getting better at 4th grade math! All of this in an effort to squeeze some time here and some there for myself, until I made time for my dream.

All I have to say is…this dream better be damn well worth it!

How do you all make time for your dreams?

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A Price Made Priceless

There is a price to everything. Sometimes it’s for something tangible, a car, a home, etc. Sometimes it’s for something intangible, a moment, a memory, a dream. Being a published author. Not a published writer. I have written things that have been published. When I have a full length book published (even if my middle grade book POTION PUZZLE is 93 pages), then I’ll consider myself an author. So that’s the dream. What’s the price?

1. Critique Group $120.00
2. Professional Editing $451.90
3. Interior Illustrations $500.00
4. Book Cover $200.00
5. Professional Self-Publishing $1,500.00
6. Uncounted hours away from family and friends

Doing everything you can to make a dream possible.

Becoming an author: PRICELESS


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2018 Resolution, Talking Ponies, and Juice/Meat Smoothies

In 2018 there’s only 1 resolution for me.


I could lose some weight (my wife would probably like that), I could start a pony farm (I know my daughter would like that), I could work less (that would be great). Like I said, there are so many. And of course any resolution takes effort, hell that’s why we all have such a hard time sticking to them! To lose weight (granted I’m 195 lbs., but I’m sure my wife would love me to have washboard abs like any number of the books she reads) I’ve have to go to the gym or run or do some new fangled juice/meat smoothie diet thing. To have a pony farm like my daughter wants I’d have to wrangle up some ponies and then of course teach them how to talk (all the ponies in my daughter’s books talk) while they probably insulted my hay feeding technique. To work less would be great, but then I’d probably lose that promotion I’ve been angling to get for the last few years (the fabled brass ring and all) and then how could I afford the gym membership and talking ponies?


Out of all the possibilities I had before me (or that my odd mind could come up with)realized if I wanted to actually stick to a resolution it had to be one for me. That left only one resolution. Do whatever it takes to successfully to self-publish.