Shades of Marketing

The art of grabbing the attention of agents and publishers to try to get your book published is not easy, and while a large part of me still wishes that I’d been able to get The Prostitutes of Lake Wiishkoban published “traditionally,” I can’t say that I miss  the rigmarole of emailing agencies and publishing houses all that much. In addition to dealing with a shrinking number of opportunities for traditional publication, trying to market a book to literary agencies and publishers is a process full of…

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Coming Off the Bench

Today marks three months since  Mom’s passing. As hectic as the six months of her illness and hospitalization were for me, I knew that they wouldn’t even hold a candle to the craziness that was about to hit me after I got that fateful phone call, and I was right. These past three months have been a real rollercoaster, and even though there have been some high points in there — like the publication of my novel, The Prostitutes of Lake Wiishkoban (please buy your copy today)…

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That Kind of Writer

Did you know that earlier this month I published my novel The Prostitutes of Lake Wiishkoban, and it’s now available in both paperback and Kindle editions? Well, be prepared to hear an awful lot about it in the coming months. As the popular kids say these days, sorry not sorry. Thinking back to my earlier years, I can still remember the gleeful joy that I felt when I first discovered the amazing power to put shocked expressions on old people’s faces by shouting the wonderful four-letter words…

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One Month More

One of the problems with celebrity culture that I’ve noticed these past few years is that as the variety of entertainment media has increased over the past century, so have the number of well-known entertainment figures who will eventually die. This hasn’t been so much of a concern with the Internet Age yet — I don’t think anyone can say that’s even reached a quarter of a century yet — but particularly as the actors who thrived during the post-World War II economic boom, to…

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Mom, 1945.07.27-2016.10.29

When I was about ten years old, Mom kept going to this medical centre that wasn’t a hospital, but an office in some suburban office park. My brain couldn’t wrap itself around the idea that medical care could even be done in a place that wasn’t a hospital or a doctor’s office like the one I went to when I was sick. After going there a couple of times, my parents told me what was going on: Mom had a tumour near her pituitary gland.…

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