Thursday, November 17, 2011

My Novel's Journey: Old Man's Stuck in the Void!

One of the joys of being published and prolific is that you always have something going on.  One of the draw backs is that you sometimes have multiple things happen at once.

"The only reason for time is so that everything doesn't happen at once."  Riiiight.

Things are going very well for The Old Man in the Void, but I had to take a big break from that this week in order to edit Live and Let Fly, the long-awaited DragonEye, PI novel.  Once again, I have a terrific editor, but she and I went tooth and nail on some items, and are finally "bumping them up the chain," as they say in the military.  I did have fun with some of the revisions, though, even though I was cranky about them.  (She keeps recommending a dart board as therapeutic.  Makes me wonder if she has one with my picture on it. Seriously, we are good friends and have great respect for each others' work, even when we disagree.)  We did have fun with one thing, though.  We'd like you and all your friends to decide on the brand name for an overly sweet, big eyed cat one of my characters likes.  Go to and take the poll.

So, working on L&LF reminded me that I needed a new website, so I decided to use the blogger interface and build one.  When you take the poll, let me know what you think.

Finally, in the DragonEye world, I launched my serial story, "Christmas Spirits."  I'm blogging more on it later, but you can check it out at

So...Old Man in the Void?  NO.  I'm also working on a marketing guide for a publisher.  It's almost done now, but as long as I'm doing that...

I'm about halfway through my marketing newsletter, 30-Mintue Marketer.  Some of you might remember this one from 2010.  Well, I'm brushing it off and trying it in serial on my website.  Starting Jan 1, you'll find it at

So...Old Man in the Void?  NO!  The PR department at the local refinery finally called me, so I'm going to interview him for details so I can finish Neeta Lyffe, Zombie Exterminator: I Left My Brains in San Francisco.  I really want to submit this to Damnation Books in January.

So, the Old Man is stuck in the Void, literally and literarily, until I catch up on stuff people are expecting of me. 

1 comment:

Walt said...

A clear, sweet child's voice heard from the nursery, "This old man, he played second fiddle..."