I just saw this today and it seems pretty cool – Amazon has unveiled a feature that allows you to embed small samples of your book in web pages, email, texts. I’m trying it out:
Reviews are starting to come in for The Prophet of Marathon, and I’m happy to report that people seem to be enjoying it. Here’s a nice one from Don Sloan, posted this morning:
Have you checked it out yet? Don’t forget to let me know what you think!
My short story, Undocumented, is now up on The Saturday Evening Post! Check it out here!
Through December 22, you can get the Kindle edition of The Prophet of Marathon for just $0.99!
I am thrilled to announce that we finally have a release date for The Prophet of Marathon! November 16 is the big day, so mark your calendars. If you really can’t wait, you can actually pre-order it on Amazon now.
Slowly but surely, I am making my way into the 21st Century. I’ve managed to set up a Facebook page for my new novel. Check it out and “like” it so you can stay up to date with the latest release news!
Are you curious about my new novel? Do you want to see what the cover looks like? Read the first few pages? Well, today’s your lucky day, because you can do all of that and help me out at the same time.
I’ve entered The Prophet of Marathon into the Kindle Scout program, and my campaign went live this morning. For those of you who aren’t familiar with Kindle Scout, Amazon describes it as “a place where readers help decide if a book gets published.” For each book that’s entered, they post the cover, a short description, and an excerpt from the manuscript, and they invite readers to nominate the books that they would like to see published.
At the end of the thirty-day campaign, they give you a decision one way or another. Amazon never spells out, precisely, their selection criteria. Clearly, the amount of traffic that the book generates plays a role, but it appears that just getting the most nominations doesn’t guarantee you a publishing contract. My guess is that you need to attract enough interest to get the editors’ attention, and then you’ll at least have a shot.
I would love nothing more than to see what Amazon’s marketing muscle could do with this book, so I’m giving it a try.
You can nominate me here.
If you like what you see, tell a friend (or, more optimally, all your friends). Many thanks!
Tacked to the wall of my office, just above the spot on my desk where the telephone sits, I keep a copy of William Faulkner’s 1950 Nobel Prize acceptance speech. If you’ve never read it, or if you haven’t read it lately, take a minute and Google it. In five short paragraphs, he manages to say more than I could in 50,000 words.
Faulkner gave his speech to a world that was still bleeding from the wounds of the Second World War, at a time when nuclear annihilation seemed not just likely, but imminent. Humanity had reached a point where the only relevant question seemed to be, in Faulkner’s words, “When will I be blown up?”
Thankfully, we’ve backed away from that particular precipice. I haven’t lost a lot of sleep worrying about a nuclear strike from our former Cold War adversaries. But, as I look out my window, across West Street and down onto the two memorial fountains that mark the mass grave in my neighborhood, I know that mankind’s worst self-destructive tendencies are still very much alive in the 21st Century.
Today is a day for remembering an act of almost incomprehensible evil. But, for me at least, it’s also a day to affirm my faith in humanity, not by trying to forget the evil, or pretending that we’ll never see its like again, but by staring it in the face and declaring that it will never overcome us. As will always be the case, Faulkner said it better than I could:
“I decline to accept the end of man. It is easy enough to say that man is immortal simply because he will endure: that when the last dingdong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking.
I refuse to accept this. I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet’s, the writer’s, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet’s voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.”
Good news – my short story, Short-Changed, is now live in Issue 3, Volume 2 of Mulberry Fork Review. You can check it out here.
Let me know what you think of it!
OK… probably not all the much, really. But, as of December, I’ll be able to say that we’ve both been published by The Satuday Evening Post. They just bought my short story, Undocumented, to use on their website as part of their New Fiction Friday series! I’m very excited about it. The only bad news is that it’s not scheduled to appear until December 18 (it has a bit of a Christmas theme, so fair enough), so the world is gonna have to wait until then to read it. I will, of course, remind the world when the time comes.