I don’t know what type of writer I am.
When I tell people I’m an author, you might guess what they assume. Science fiction. Always, always science fiction.
I guess I give off that vibe.
But it’s not what I always feel like writing. I quite enjoy technology and speculating about the future, but it’s not the genre that fills my head. Continue reading
You may have noticed some changes around the site.
Some of them are from me, some I actually have no idea what caused them. The usual blue of my page looks more striking and bolder for some reason—and that has nothing to do with me.
I guess WordPress is just cool like that. Continue reading
It takes quite a while,
And is never easy,
This publishing thing,
It is a struggle. Continue reading
Let’s talk about my writing history here. I don’t mean it as a brag, not much anyway. It’s just context, and it’s interesting context.
I spent about 2 years writing like a madman. A book a month or so. Massive, massive amounts of content. I kept it going even through some pretty intense exhaustion, and I don’t regret that.
But there came a day when I was working on a book and I wasn’t exactly blocked, I was just…off. I felt tired of it, unwilling, though not unable, to write another book. The stories I already created, that only I had seen, felt like they were staring at me with menace. Like they were angry with me for letting them rot and gather dust. Continue reading
As an author, I am bullheaded. And the latest thing I’ve been slamming my noggin at over and over is getting my advertising to work. I’ve published 3 books so far, and, as a very small author in a very large pool, I know that the only way that anyone is going to know about anything I write is to advertise, either on social media or in person or through paid advertising. Continue reading
Okay, honest here, I’ve written a lot. Over 20 books. Depending on how you count novellas, it’s a lot more than that. For more than 2 years, closer to 3, I wrote around 1500 words a day. That’s over a million words. Continue reading
I published another book!
I’m now the author of two books!
I’m excited to have another one of my stories out for the world to see. I’ve been editing it off and on for like a year now and finally got the push to finish it. I originally wrote it as a horror novel that a kid could read and enjoy, but it ended up growing into something a lot more disturbing, so now it’s maybe PG13.
If you’re interested, the entire first chapter is below along with a link to the Amazon page. I don’t usually ask this, but, if you could share it around or post it to your social media, I’d really appreciate it. Continue reading
Oh, huh, would you look at that: I wrote a book.
HOLY SHIT, I WROTE A BOOK!?
When I last talked about this, I had added in red marks through my entire printed manuscript, finding every error I could.
So, yeah. Done with that part.
But what I didn’t tell you about though: is afterward I shared the finished chapters with my Alphas—along with surveys.
And while doing this, I found a nice secure drawer and funneled the finished pages into its recesses.
And now, in nearly the present moment, after around three months or so, among many other projects, a loss of a person, work, and just life—the drawer is full, and the book storage suitcase is empty. Continue reading
Wow. There it is. I did not realize how satisfying it would be. To look at it. To see it. Stacked there after three hours of waiting.
Am I being vague?
Yes, yes I am.
It’s because it’s somewhat odd for me to go into this. But I think it’s time I told all of you. Stopped keeping it a secret.
I printed my manuscript. Continue reading
Hey guys, Brandon Scott here. Today, instead of my usual stuff, I have an awesome guest post from my friend Connie Cockrell. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did.
I’d like to thank Brandon for inviting me to post on his wonderful blog. I know he talks about writing here and I thought I’d do the same. One question I often get is “What’s it like to be an author?” I suppose the questioner thinks it’s exciting, living inside my own head, pouring words onto paper, vicariously living out my fantasies. Perhaps it is, but there’s more to it than that.
For example, I slop around the house in sweats and a quilted flannel shirt in the winter, soft cotton shorts and a t-shirt in the summer. If I don’t leave the house, I don’t get dressed. No, it’s not a pretty sight. Continue reading
Alright, so it turns out I can write things that are not reviews.
Well, fancy that.
Yeah so, I recently wrote a short story. It’s called “Garbage Man”.
It was an idea I had a few months back, but I guess it took till now for all of it to be sorted out in my head.
So I wrote it. Not knowing if it was any good, or even worth a damn. Continue reading