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What’s Up… Thursday?: A Day Late And A Dollar Short

What’s up guys? How has your week been? Mine has been absolutely insane.

Last Friday was my mom’s birthday. I won’t tell you which one, because I’d prefer to make it to my next one. On her birthday, we took her out to a nice dinner and gave her our gifts. I got her an action camera like the one I’ve used to record a couple of videos on my YouTube channel. Shannon got her a ticket to go see Home Free this October. If you don’t know, they’re a great country acapella group. I don’t even like much country, but these guys are awesome.

On Saturday, Shannon, my Mom, and I ¬†took a ride on the 1880 Train from Hill City, SD to Keystone, SD and back. It was a lot of fun and something Shannon and I have been wanting to do for years, but never found the time. It was great being to be able to step back in time as we entered vintage rail cars being pulled by an actual steam engine. I took a video and posted it on my YouTube channel here. Warning, it’s close to a two hour video, but I think it’s a reasonably soothing watch. You wouldn’t think riding in a convertible and then a train would wear you out so much, but we were both beat by the time we got home.

Of course, Sunday was back to the grind. What I wasn’t prepared for was the hotel being nearly or completely sold out every night. Some nights, even when we’re sold out, I still have most of the night to myself. Not so this week. It seemed like every five minutes or so, somebody needed something. I was hoping to get some writing done, but to tell the truth, this blog post is all the writing at work I’ve been able to do all week. I would try to get something on the page, but it always seemed that as soon as I would start to type, either the phone would ring, or someone would magically appear at my desk. Finally I gave up and cued up the next episode of Black Sails and dreamed of running away and turning pirate myself.

Of course, one full night was devoted to editing the aforementioned two hour YouTube video. I’m getting better with my editing skills. I’m even considering getting a green screen so I can replace the ugly background when I shoot vlogs at work. Now I just need to work on my on-screen presence.

The good news is that during my time at home I’ve been fairly productive. The bad news is, what I’ve been productive at is procrastination. Yes, my office is spotless so that when I do finally sit down to write, I shouldn’t have any distractions, but I’ve yet to test this theory by actually sitting down to write. Oh well, this weekend is supposed to be ridiculously hot and Shannon has a lot of homework to do for her masters in English, so I plan on giving her space and working on my own homework. I’m hoping to even get some serious reading time in over the weekend as we hide from Mister Heat Miser.

I guess that’s about it. It may not sound like much to some of you who actually work for a living, but it’s really frustrating to not be able to get work done when you actually want to.

I do have a good idea for this week’s Flash Fiction Friday, but I’m a little afraid it’ll end up turning into a full-fledged short story that I’ll want to try to submit somewhere, in which case, I won’t be posting it here. Keep your fingers crossed that it doesn’t turn out as good as I think it might. ūüėÄ

Anyway, I guess that’s about this week. I will post something tomorrow, I promise.

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It’s Monday! Ink & Bone, Paper & Fire

So as you may have noticed, I’ve been away for the last couple of weeks. While I’ll go into it more on Wednesday, I feel like I should give you the short version. I was sick with a nasty cold and just had no energy to do anything. I’m still recovering, but I’m back to work. At least I was able to take some time to get some reading done. Speaking of which…

Ink and Bone by Rachel Caine

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I really liked this book. It was filled with great characters and truly action packed. Without giving too much away, in this world, the legendary library of Alexandria never burned. While I wish I could say this was a good thing, in the book, it’s definitely not. While religion and governments still exist, the real power in the world has become the library. Remember what they say about absolute power corrupting absolutely? The library controls all knowledge. People aren’t allowed to own physical books. Instead, they have “blanks” which are magically filled with the contents of the reader’s desired book via a magical transference process. Of course, some books are strictly off-limits. Even worse, anything that threatens the library’s power is immediately gotten rid of, along with its inventor. Let’s say things didn’t go well for Gutenberg when he invented the printing press.

The library’s stranglehold on books has of course given rise to a black market for books, which is where our main character, Jess Brightwell, comes in. His family supplies books to those who are willing to pay the price for them. It’s when Jess’ father arranges for him to take a position at the library that the story really gets interesting.

And that’s all I can say without giving too much of the plot away.

Overall, this was a very entertaining book. My biggest complaint is that just when I felt like we were getting to the real meat of the story, the book¬†ends. Luckily, I had the sequel waiting on deck for me. I would have been upset if I hadn’t been able to jump right into it.

I will say one thing though. It seems that the author doesn’t think much of e-books. The “blanks” in the story are seen as completely inferior to “real books”. It feels like this echoes what many people say about e-books. Personally, I like books in any form. Anyway, on to the next book.

Paper and Fire by Rachel Caine

I honestly don’t have much to say about this one 61hGjWdO2sL._SY346_just yet as I haven’t gotten very far¬†into¬†it. All I will say is this, not everything you read in the first book is as it seems.

Also, every time I see the title, I get that John Cougar Mellencamp sing stuck in my head.

 

 

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What I’ve Been Up To Since Returning From Pitchfest/Thrillerfest In NYC

So I bet you thought we were done with story time. You thought wrong. Hopefully I’ll be able to bring you up to present with this post, but buckle in. It’s going to be a long one.

First, I need to explain our living situation prior to my trip. Shannon and I were living in the basement apartment of a house my mom owned. Yes, I was living in my mom’s basement. She rented out the upper part of the house to people coming to the area on vacation. Now, before you start asking why people would come here on vacation, I’ll list a few nearby attractions. Mount Rushmore of course, Deadwood, The Black Hills, Custer State Park, Badlands National Park, and the big money maker, Sturgis. I helped manage the property and the grounds.

Now that you know the backstory, I’ll tell you what happened upon my return to South Dakota. Prior to my leaving, the stars aligned for us to buy the house we were living in. My mom wanted to get out of the vacation rental business so she could concentrate on her actual bed and breakfast and making gourmet breakfasts for her guests.

Please check out her website if you’re ever planning to make a trip to Rapid City or the surrounding area.¬†https://www.amiestjeanbedandbreakfast.com/¬†It’s a wonderful little place for a couples retreat and it’s within walking distance to restaurants and nightlife.

Unfortunately, Shannon and I could never have afforded the house on our own. Then a friend of ours told us that her lease on the apartment she was renting was coming up, and she had been told her rent would be going up. We quickly hatched a plan. We would move out of our basement apartment into the upstairs and move our friend into the basement. Money would be tight, but with the rent we got from her, we would just be able to make it.

So the moment I returned from my trip, we frantically started packing. Unfortunately, she had renters through the Sturgis motorcycle rally, so we couldn’t start moving upstairs just yet. We had to content ourselves with getting as much packed up as we could so we would be ready as soon as the last renters left. Boxes quickly filled our living room. I dragged my feet when it came to packing up my office in hopes I would get a little time behind the keyboard. No such luck. We couldn’t believe how much stuff we had accumulated in the years we had lived down there. I wish I¬†could say we threw a lot of it out, but we were in such a hurry, we just packed everything in hopes of sorting through it when we unpacked. More on that later.

The rest of June flew by and the rumble of motorcycle engines told us the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally had begun. I took a weekend off from packing to enjoy a couple of days at the rally.

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I had a great time, but by Monday it was back to the grind. Luckily, (not so much for my mom) my mom’s renters decided the pretty little house with hardwood floors and a huge bathroom with a shower and whirlpool bath wasn’t up to their standards¬†and left early.

Now it was time to start the actual move. It would have been nice to unpack as we moved, but no such luck. Our friend had to be out of her apartment by the end of the month, so we ended up putting all the boxes in the room that was to become my new office. It went from this,

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To this, in a matter of days.

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The furniture was another story. Luckily by then we were able to place our furniture roughly where we wanted it. I couldn’t have done it without the help of my younger cousin and a friend though. I like to think of myself as strong, but I’m not the young buck I once was. I ended up overdoing it and throwing out my back which laid me up for several days.

Once we finally got everything out, it was time to make it ready for our friend. This involved thoroughly shampooing the carpet and doing everything else we could to remove any trace of cat hair for our allergic friend.

Once we got her moved in, we still had our mountain of stuff to contend with. As I said, we had planned to get rid of things we didn’t need as we unpacked. This didn’t happen. In short, we were tired of living in a war zone, so the easiest way to deal with anything we weren’t sure what to do with is throw it in the attic to be dealt with later. And there it still sits. I keep promising myself that I will start bringing it down one box at a time, to be sorted through.

Sadly, just when it seemed life was starting to get back to normal and we were down to our last dozen or so boxes, tragedy struck. A dear family member passed away unexpectedly in an accident. The grieving process was terrible. Once everyone had come to terms with¬†the fact that she was gone, there was her estate to contend with. If we thought sorting through the stuff we’d collected over the course of our short time downstairs¬†was difficult, we were in for a surprise. Imagine how much stuff you collect over the course of a lifetime.

I have to give thanks to Shannon’s uncle who took the reins as executor. Shannon and I were at a loss for where to even start. I still feel guilty that we weren’t more help.

As soon as I had everything out of the second bedroom, I got to work sorting out my office.The first things to go in were the couch and my grandfather’s old bookcase. I would have liked to have put a bed in instead of the couch, but there just wasn’t enough room.couch

Next came my grandfather’s reading lamp which had been in storage for years. I finally had a ceiling high enough to use it. Of course the small bookcase was barely big enough to house my writing reference books, so I needed something bigger. I was going to just buy a cheap one, but then inspiration struck. (Or maybe it was pinterest.) I started with ten wooden crates and stacked them to see how they would look.

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I liked the look, but they were too nice. I needed something more rustic, so I aged them and put an appropriate logo on them. I’m a pirate at heart, after all. Bonus points if you recognize the logo.

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With that done, I set my mind to finishing my writing space.

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And that brought us to Thanksgiving. We literally unpacked the last box the day before. I had volunteered to cook and host at our house. My mom has always done it in the past, but I thought that I could take some of the work off of her shoulders. Besides, I’m a pretty good cook if I say so myself.

Thanksgiving went off without a hitch. Everyone seemed to enjoy my food and we all had a good time. Luckily, we aren’t the type that has family drama that ruins holidays.

Of course, as soon as the turkey was eaten, it was time to get ready for Christmas. I spent way too much money, but it was worth it to see the smiles on everyone’s faces.

Following closely on Christmas’ heels was of course New Year’s Eve. For once, I had the night off. I’m sorry to report that Shannon and I stayed in and were yawning long before the ball dropped. When it did, we had our new year’s kiss and headed off to bed.

I blinked, and January was half over. Still, I decided to do what amounts to a resolutions vlog on my YouTube channel even if it was two weeks late. I won’t even go into what my resolutions were because I failed miserably on most counts.

Not long after that vlog, I had an incident at work involving a criminal who had come in off the street. When I ran him off, he threatened to come back with friends. I played brave, but I have to admit, I was a little scared, especially when he showed back up about a week later. I immediately called the police, even though he claimed to have been so high, he didn’t remember threatening me in the first place.

I gave him ample warning, but he was there when the police arrived. Upon searching him, they found enough drugs to arrest him on a class five felony. I was ordered to appear before a grand jury and give testimony in the case. Now, I suffer from anxiety on the best of days, but this sent me over the edge. I wasn’t so much concerned for¬†myself, but a quick google search for my name made it clear how easy it was to find my address. I didn’t want him to come looking for me and find Shannon. I did everything I could to remove any personal information from the internet, but that took time. In the meantime, he posted bail.

Apparently, all my stressing was for naught. It seems the same day he got out, he was arrested for shoplifting and another felony drug offense. Needless to say, he was back in immediately without bail. Hopefully he goes away for a long time. At least long enough to forget about me. If he even remembers me at all with all the drugs.

Finally, just when it seemed I might be able to get some work done, I had a tooth blow up on me. It was luckily just a dull throb, but it was enough to keep me from concentrating for the two weeks it took me to get in to the dentist.

Once my tooth was fixed, it was time to celebrate my fortieth birthday in style. We went to the local speakeasy. I started with a glass of absinthe.

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I know there were more drinks after that, but I honestly can’t recall what they were. There was an option on the menu for three courses of the bartender’s choosing. I was told what they all were, but just don’t remember at this point. They were all tasty and very strong.

Starting at the beginning of March, I began blogging faithfully. I now post three times a week. Mondays, I recap what I’ve read/am currently reading. Wednesdays (today) is a general blog. This is where I’ll share what I’ve been up to writing wise or whatever else I feel like sharing. I’m also hoping to answer your questions and comments so message me on my social pages. I’ll post links below. Finally, Fridays are Flash Fiction Fridays. I post very short stories, just to give you an idea of my writing style and hopefully leave you wanting more.

I’m also starting to vlog on YouTube more often. I’m hoping to do at least one a week. I’m still trying to nail down a good day though. I tried Friday, but that didn’t work out. Maybe Wednesday. I also bought an action camera to post bonus videos of my motorcycle rides through the black hills.

I hate to admit this, but with my life in complete upheaval, I haven’t actually gotten much real writing done. That’s finally changing though. I’m working on a regular writing schedule and the words are flowing again. I’m experimenting with outlining once again. I’ve never had much luck with it, but I’m trying to approach it with a more open mind this time.

And that brings us up to the present. Needless to say it’s been a crazy year, but at least it’s given me things to blog about. Now to think of what I’m going to write about next week.

Anyway, I’ll see you on Friday.

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It’s Monday! Starters, Enders, The Man In The High Castle, 5000 Words Per Hour

Starters, By Lissa Price

13512021I¬†finished this one just after my post last week and I have to say, this book was great. I’m a big fan of dystopian YA in the first place, but this put a very interesting spin on the genre. One of the big questions¬†in any YA book is, “Why does the main character have to deal with this? Why doesn’t she go to a parent/police, etc.?” In this series, the world is divided into starters (the young) and Enders (the elderly). All the middles are dead. If you’re an unclaimed starter, you have basically no rights. Most enders see you as street trash. Starters aren’t allowed to have jobs to ensure Enders don’t get forced out of theirs. Basically, enders are seen as the enemy. I’ll stop there, but I highly recommend this book. Also, I know I’ve said this before, but Mrs. Price is an absolute sweetheart. I got to meet her last summer at Pitchfest/Thrillerfest and she was very helpful and supportive.

Enders, by Lissa Price

51J+favcB4L._SX329_BO1,204,203,200_¬†If you haven’t guessed already, this is the sequel to Starters. It continues the story of Callie and Michael, and adds a few new characters. Her, and a group of other metals, (starters with chips in their heads) are being rounded up by various factions looking to use them for their own nefarious purposes. I don’t want to give too much away, because I want you to read it for yourself. Also, because I’m only about three-quarters of the way through, and although I have some ideas, I don’t know for sure how it ends yet.

If I do have one criticism for the series, it’s this. I know Callie’s a teenage girl, but she seems to have a bad habit of developing feelings for every guy her age she spends any amount of time with. A¬†bad idea in a world where it seems everyone is out to use her. Still, that’s a minor criticism and I have to admit that, though thankfully not every teenage girl is like that, it is a character trait I’ve seen in some. Just my two cents.

Still, I’ve loved both books so far, even though at times, you just want something to go right for her.

One last thing. The tagline for this book is “The end is about to begin”. However, Mrs. Price signed my book and gave me a possible secret message. I’ll let you draw your own conclusions.

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The Man In The High Castle, by Philip K. Dick

2016-12-19-1482180717-9274817-themaninthehighcastlepaperback¬†I have made absolutely no progress on this one. It’s been relegated to a “bathroom book”. It’s there in the bathroom for me to read if I should forget my phone or the book I’m reading. I really need to just buckle down and finish it, but quite frankly, I’m bored with it at this point. Still, I’ve never been beaten by a book, so I will finish it. Maybe something extremely exciting will happen in the last few pages, but I’m not going to hold my breath. This is one of the rare cases where the movie¬†(okay, t.v. series) is better than the book. I won’t post about this one again until I finish it.

5,000 Words Per Hour: Write Faster, Write Smarter by Chris Fox

51gqAWVUU4L¬†I finished this one fairly quickly. While it was a short read, it was very informational. As I expected, a lot of the speed in writing comes from extensive preparation. As I’ve stated before, I’m a pantser. I’ve tried outlining in the past and have had no luck with it. I find if I know too much about my story, I get bored and eventually lose interest. Still, this book makes me wonder if I should try it once more. I still don’t ever expect to get to five thousand words an hour (I’m just not that fast a typer.) Even if I can get to three thousand a day, I’d actually finish projects. I’m starting to think if I had a basic roadmap, I might not get lost so much. I’m going to try outlining in “Daughters of the Flame”, the sequel to my short-story Bloodmoon, and second in the Children of Pyrelia series.

So that’s it for today. I’ve included Amazon links to all of the books above just in case you want to check them out. Just click on the title, or the cover and it’ll take you there.

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Flash Fiction Friday Number 3: Excerpt from Shadows Of Influence

Happy Flash Fiction Friday.

In honor of the fact that it’s St. Paddy’s day, I’ve decided that it’s your lucky day. Today I’m going to change things up a bit and share a short, but pivotal scene from my work in progress;

Shadows of Influence

Stephanie felt the gel slipping from her face and she opened her eyes. This time there was no disorientation. She knew exactly where she was. She had just completed her test.

The past few days had just been part of the simulation. All the pain, the abject terror, the heartbreak, had been a lie. She should have felt anger, but she was too exhausted for that. Her muscles felt like jelly, but she willed herself not to fall.

Christopher looked at her impassively as he waited his turn. She¬†craned her neck to see the large screen above the machine as it ¬†printed out the words ‚ÄúStephanie Williams: CLASSIFIED!‚ÄĚ.

All lethargy left her  body as she began to panic. She had heard what happened to people  whose results came back as classified. They disappeared, never to be  seen again. She tried to bolt, but the guards were already there to  catch her and haul her toward the doors.

They didn’t take her through the large double doors.¬†Instead, at the last second, they veered left. One of the guards¬†placed his hand against the wall and a small, hidden door opened. ¬†As they dragged her through it, she tried to struggle free, but one of ¬†the guards pressed a small metal object against her neck and then everything went black.

 

Want to know what happens next? You’ll just have to wait and see. With any luck, the book should be out later this year.

I’ll see you on Monday with an update on what I’m reading.

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My Trip To NYC For Thrillerfest/Pitchfest 2016 part 3

Let’s see. I was still riding high on my success at Pitchfest. Now that the really stressful part of my trip was over, a weight had lifted off my shoulders. I was now free to enjoy myself and mingle with the other writers.
First, I took a little nap in the lobby of the Grand Hyatt as our hosts were setting up for the Thrillerfest opening reception. I was amazed at how tired I was. Apparently I hadn’t been aware of how stressed I was until the reason for the stress was past. I hope I didn’t drool too much.

They opened the doors promptly at 6:30 and I got my first real taste of what the life of a writer could be like. The room was filled with authors, agents, and publishers of all levels. To be honest, I think I did more networking there than I did at Pitchfest. Of course, those of us that did attend Pitchfest wasted no time and immediately sought each-other out to compare notes. I did my best not to boast about my success, but it wasn’t easy. Especially once I’d gotten a couple cocktails in me.

Again I was amazed at the openness of the writing community there. I got lots of valuable advice from my fellow writers about both self-publishing and traditional publishing. I was given great advice on how to find a great cover designer, how to plan a book tour, and lots of other things.

Again I must admit that there were a few times where I was talking to someone and for some reason, I couldn’t help but assume that they were  on a similar level to myself, only to look down and realize it was a name I recognized. Luckily, none of them seemed offended. The food that was served was amazing, if a bit difficult to eat while navigating a room full of people you’re trying to impress. I wish I could say exactly what was served, but it was much fancier than I’m used to.

By the time the reception ended at eight, I was thoroughly exhausted and grateful when my Uber dropped me off at the front of my hotel. I went straight to my room, laid on my bed intending to rest for a bit before exploring the rooftop bar, and promptly fell asleep.

Bright and early the next morning, I was up and showered while most of my fellow hotel guests slept. I was grateful for that. Did I mention it was a communal shower?

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I decided that, considering the heat wave, and the fact that I was going to be there all day so I wanted to be comfortable, I threw on a nice polo shirt, a pair of slacks, and was out the door. Immediately, I was hit in the face with a blast of hot air. In seconds, I felt like I was covered in sweat. I probably should have called for a ride, but I decided, since I was in NYC, to experience the subway.

It was at least a mile to the nearest station, but even in the heat, I didn’t mind the walk. As I went down the stairs to the platform, I was aware of two things. First, the heat was even worse down there. It was as if I was descending into the bowels of hell itself. The second thing I noticed was the rat the size of a thanksgiving turkey running across the platform in front of me.

Luckily, the system was easy to navigate, especially since my stop was the famous Grand Central Station.

I gladly traded the heat and humidity for the almost frigid comfort of the lobby of the Grand Hyatt. I only had a moment to acclimate however, since the first set of panels started promptly at eight.

I would have loved to have attended all of the panels, but I was forced to choose between four of them each hour. I started off the morning with CHARACTER, PLOT OR LANGUAGE? YA Thrillers In Today‚Äôs World, followed by CAFFEINE, CHOCOLATE OR WINE? Writers‚Äô Tricks To Keep You Going. I believe it was during this panel that I won a prize.

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Unfortunately, this meant I had to carry it around the rest of the day. I’m not trying to sound ungrateful, but a bottle of wine gets heavy after a while. If I’d had a corkscrew, I probably would have popped it open and shared it with a few select people.

There was a short break. Then it was on to WEREWOLVES, VAMPIRES OR WITCHES? Thrillers On The Wild Side, led by Heather Graham. Next was PAST, PRESENT OR FUTURE? Mapping Out Your Five Year Plan.

Next, was the big ITW meeting. I’m not a member, so I slipped out for lunch at Grand Central Station. I had a great hot dog and asked for a Coke. The message on my bottle seemed fitting.

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I got back just in time for, ONE, THREE OR MANY? Standalone, Trilogy, and Series Thrillers, hosted by my friend, Sandra Brannan, then wrapped up the day with BUZZ, SHOUT, OR WHISPER? How To Buzz Your Book In An Overcrowded Market. Afterward, I went to the cocktail party that wrapped up the day.

By the time I got back to my hotel, I was once again, completely exhausted. I wearily asked the front desk if there were somewhere nearby where I could just get a quick sandwich and he directed me to a small convenience store/deli a block over.

I went back u to my room, enjoyed my sandwich and my bottle of wine (don’t judge) and passed out.

The next day, I was up bright and early, but I was so tired, I barely made it in time for ITW Presents THE DEBUT AUTHOR CLASS OF 2016: Introductions by Steve Berry. I’m glad I did make it though, as it included an amazing breakfast buffet. I probably had an entire pot of coffee trying to perk myself up for the rest of the day.

After the breakfast, it was time for more panels. I started with ELLROY, HIGHSMITH OR HAMMETT? Noir At The Bar, followed by CHILLS, THRILLS OR TEEN HEROES? Young Adult Thrillers, led by Lissa Price and featuring R.L. Stine.

Next was an interview with Gillian Flynn where I found out I’d been pronouncing her name wrong. It’s a hard G.

After that was a panel I really needed. PAIN, HEARTACHE OR ELATION? Don‚Äôt Murder Your Novel Before You Finish It. I’m really bad about this. It was comforting to hear how common it really is.

Next, I couldn’t miss this. SILVER BULLET AWARD RECIPIENT JOHN LESCROART INTERVIEWED BY R.L. STINE .

I then wrapped up my Thrillerfest experience with PLOTTER, PANTSER OR HYBRID? The Pros And Cons Of Outlining.

There was a banquet following all this, but I hadn’t been aware this required an extra ticket and to be perfectly honest, I was thoroughly worn out. I slipped out and went back to my hotel. After a little nap, I went and explored the meat packing district and treated myself to an amazing burger.

I spent a good portion of that evening at the rooftop bar of the Jane, looking out over the river and fantasizing about my new life as a professional writer.

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Next week, I’m let loose on the streets of NYC, completely unsupervised. Stay tuned and I’ll see you on Friday with another piece of Flash Fiction.

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It’s March Already?!?!?!? My Trip To NYC For Thrillerfest/Pitchfest 2016 part 1

Are we really already two full months into the year already? Say it isn’t so. Well, I guess it’s better late than never.

So here it is, my first blog post of 2017.

A lot has happened between my last post and now. Unfortunately, not much of it has been writing related.

Actually, looking back at my last post, I realize that a lot has actually happened both in my personal life and my career. I’m just now realizing that I haven’t posted since May of last year. I truly am ashamed. Well, no point crying over spilled milk. I’m not going to promise to do better. I know I’ve made that promise over and over in the past and haven’t delivered. So this time, rather than tell you I’m going to post more regularly, I’ll just have to show you.

So as I was saying, a lot has happened in both my personal life and my career since my last post. The last time we talked, I was getting ready to go to Thrillerfest/Pitchfest in NYC. I went, and it was an absolutely amazing experience. Sandra Brannan, author of the Liv Bergen mystery series, and a personal friend of mine, runs Pitchfest. When she invited me to come, she described it as speed dating with agents. I couldn’t have been more excited.

Upon arriving in NYC, a city I haven’t visited since a class trip in seventh grade, I was amazed. I have spent my share of time in big cities, but none of them are quite like New York. Just the sheer press of people at all hours of the day and night is enough to make you claustrophobic. I climbed into my first New York taxi, and he dropped me off in front of my home for the several days, The Jane Hotel.

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It’s an awesome little throwback hotel complete with a staff dressed in classic bellboy uniforms. Everyone there was extremely helpful. They quickly checked me in without an issue and I took the elevator up to my room.

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That’s it. That’s the entire room. Actually, believe it or not, the picture makes it look a little bigger than it actually is. Apparently, when it opened, it catered to sailors who were used to tiny berths. Still, I was in The Big Apple to meet with publishers. I didn’t plan on spending much time in it anyway. Besides, at less than $100 a night for a guy flying solo, it was a great deal.

The next morning, I was up early, jumped in the communal shower at the end of the hall before most of the other guests were even awake, put on my best suit, and was out the door ready to make the long walk to the nearest subway station. I quickly rethought this when I was greeted with a blast as if from a hair dryer as I opened the doors. Knowing I was going to be meeting with agents, the last thing I wanted to do was walk over a mile in near 100 degree weather in a suit. I quickly slipped back inside and did the only sensible thing. I called myself an Uber.

Before I knew it, I was walking through the revolving door of the Grand Hyatt, NYC, ready to meet with agents. I did my best not to look like a tourist, but it’s hard when 1. you’re walking into such an enormous and beautiful lobby (They call it the GRAND for a reason), and 2. you have no idea where you’re supposed to be.

Fortunately, I noticed several people with badges around their necks who told me where to go. (No, not like that.)

Upon arriving on the proper floor, I was immediately starstruck. There were famous authors such as Lee Child, Heather Graham (the writer, not the actress), Gillian Flynn, and R.L. Stine, just standing around mingling with everyone else just like they were regular people.

As it turns out, they really are, but more on that later.

Luckily, I was brought back to earth by a familiar and smiling (if somewhat frazzled) face. Sandra Brannan quickly ran me through the registration process before bustling off to continue getting everything set up for Pitchfest.

I wasn’t expecting all the swag they gave me. Books by authors in attendance that hadn’t even been published yet. I believe one was a galley proof. I made sure to get as many of them signed as possible. There was also a baseball cap, my id badge, which came in a neck wallet which came in handy during the rest of my adventures in New York, and of course, itineraries, programs, and a map so I didn’t get lost.

And I think that’s where I need to stop for the day. I’ll post part two tomorrow, but unfortunately, there’s just too much to tell in one post.

I swear I won’t leave you hanging for too long.

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