Come and check out my interview with Kameron Brook. Her fun questions cover a number of aspects regarding my writing. Love to hear from you.
Find us at: Dirk and Kam's Place
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Friday, March 22, 2013
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Guest blogger, Dan O'Brien
The
Future of Independent Publishing
The
digital craze that has grasped the minds of potential writers the world over
appears to be something more nuanced, more original than at any other point in
publishing history. That much is not in dispute. What is fascinating about such
an idea, and all ideas that center on what publishing
is going to do next, is something more foundational.
What
do we mean when we say publishing?
Is
there an entity to which we pay homage like the idols of the past (or present)?
Or do we mean what is the normative trend in how writers publish their works at
this given time? If it is the former, I hope that you can see through my thinly
veiled sarcasm and see that it was meant as a jape. I imagine, if I am to
correctly collect the collective consciousness of writers united, that we mean
to work out the trend that currently
afflicts how we seek out the publication of our stories––the great labors of
love into which hours, day, weeks, and years are poured.
I
see the future of our great collected endeavor doing what it has done since the
inception of thought to print: it will continue. There is but a single constant
in this vast universe and that is change. Independent publishing will change;
hark, it has already changed from the black mark of POD and vanity publishing to
something more promising––a participatory jungle of would-be writers swinging
about on vines like Burroughs’ brilliant character before Disney turned him
into a grunting hippie.
Writers
in this climate must examine themselves first: understand what it is about them
as individuals that make them worth listening to. When we have overcome the
suffocating fear of introspection, the deeper examination of what skills we
might deploy to achieve our goals become forefront in our mind. There is much
more, but that is the stuff of another book that a business colleague and I are
writing.
To
sum it up: success comes from within mediated by sound and calculated choices
executed toward a clear end. The fine proprietor of this blog was kind enough
to allow to rant from a spell, and I have done so, albeit briefly. Here are
some tidbits that this writer would like to see you help with:
I
have launched a Kickstarter that at this moment is a far cry from being funded.
A science fiction and fantasy epic with proper illustrations from a frustrated
and brilliant artist is what awaits you, were you of course to extend the most
meager of donations.
With
that, I bid you adieu.
If
you wish to learn more about me and my ramblings, search no more.
About
the author: A psychologist, author, philosopher, freelance editor, and skeptic,
Dan O’Brien has published several novels and currently has many in print,
including: The End of the World Playlist, Bitten, The Journey, The Ocean and
the Hourglass, The Portent, The Path of the Fallen, Book of Seth, and Cerulean
Dreams. Follow him on Twitter (@AuthorDanOBrien) or visit his blog at http://thedanobrienproject.blogspot.com.
He
has recently started a literary and publishing consulting business to help
writers navigate the digital jungle. Find out more about Amalgam: http://www.amalgamconsulting.com/
Friday, March 15, 2013
Guest at Dirk and Kam's Place
I've been invited to Dirk and Kam's place for their author showcase. Come on over and take a look :)
http://www.dirkandkam.com/2013/03/author-showcase-carol-marvell.html?zx=c3206c51b3801b3a
http://www.dirkandkam.com/2013/03/author-showcase-carol-marvell.html?zx=c3206c51b3801b3a
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Guest bloggers, Kameron and Dirk
I'd like to welcome Kameron and Dirk to my blogsite with their new collaboration of Sinfully Delicious
(M/F)
Kameron and Dirk, a passionate couple in and out of the bedroom, have decided to join forces and bring their erotic imagination to life with words. Their solo stories are electric; however, the works they create together will practically sizzle off the page. Yes, they might live in a quiet suburb neighborhood, but they’re anything but tame and unadventurous. A fact you shall read and learn about soon enough.
Contact info:
Blog: http://www.dirkandkam.com
Facebook Author page: https://www.facebook.com/DirkandKam
http://www.amazon.com/Dirk-Tyler/e/B00A8IDHMC/
Kameron and Dirk, a passionate couple in and out of the bedroom, have decided to join forces and bring their erotic imagination to life with words. Their solo stories are electric; however, the works they create together will practically sizzle off the page. Yes, they might live in a quiet suburb neighborhood, but they’re anything but tame and unadventurous. A fact you shall read and learn about soon enough.
Christine’s been without a man for far too long, so she lets her BFF
Jasmine talk her into speed-dating. Unfortunately, far too many of her dates
are romantic non-starters – in the worst way. But all it takes is one… and when
the right man comes along, he’s Sinfully Delicious.
Excerpt:
Wednesday Evening
It’d
been two years, six months, and fourteen days since Christine had felt the
loving touch of anyone but herself -- not that she was keeping track. Which was
the reason she’d allowed her best gal-pal, Jasmine, to talk her into heading
out tonight and giving the speed-dating scene a try… again.
“Woo
hoo, Christine. Come in. Are you with me?”
Christine
studied her completed look in the glass door of the Midnight Rendezvous. She
held the phone tucked between her ear and shoulder while she kept tugging at
the hem of her dress, which barely covered her ass cheeks. “Jasmine, I can’t
believe you talked me into this get-up. I’m literally popping out all over.”
“Babe,
you look hot, so quit the bitching and stop tugging on it.”
Christine’s
hands stalled and dropped to her sides. “How’d you know what I was doing? Are
you lurking nearby?”
Jasmine’s
voice rose an octave. “Hello, best friend here. I know you, and I know
you’re freaking the hell out. Do me a favor and relax, because any man would be
lucky to have you. Now, hang up and get your sexy ass inside.”
Christine
gave herself a final once-over and took a deep breath, releasing it slowly.
“Thanks, Jasmine. You always know how to calm me down. Love you.”
“I
love you too. Now go.”
Christine
nervously inched her way over to the sign-up table, paid the twenty-dollar fee,
picked up a nametag, and found an unoccupied chair. As the announcer went over
all the rules of the event, she eyed the prospects and found several who looked
attractive. Hope began to blossom. It seemed simple enough. Every two minutes a
new man would sit down across from her and engage in a brief conversation. If
she believed a connection was made, she would place his name on a card. The men
would do the same, and if there was a match between cards, both parties would
be notified through an email. “I can do this,” she mumbled.
The
announcer rang the bell.
The
first eligible bachelor, Bradley, sat down, and it was two minutes of pure
awkwardness. His hands shook uncontrollably, and he wouldn’t stop apologizing.
He refused to make eye contact and finally excused himself to the restroom,
leaving her alone.
Christine
couldn’t believe how badly the night was starting off. She tried to embrace
Jasmine’s glass half full attitude and hope the next guy would at least remain
seated for the entire two minutes.
Ding.
A very handsome man with perfect features slid into the chair across from
Christine. She noticed right off the bat he had no wrinkle lines, crow’s feet,
laugh lines -- nada. She found that odd until he spoke. Then it all became
clear. Unlike Bradley, he didn’t say “Hi” or offer any other pleasantries. His gaze
traveled from her face down to her chest, head tilting left to right, and then
he spoke. “You have a beautiful face and body, from what I can see, for a woman
of your age, but if you ever decide to fix your trouble spots, I’d be happy to
give you a discount.”
Christine
couldn’t believe her luck. She already doubted her looks, and now this man she
didn’t know was judging her appearance? Great, just freaking great. If she were
Jasmine, she would’ve been spewing words that would make a sailor blush;
however,
Christine hated public confrontations. Instead she put on a fake smile. “Don’t
bother writing my name down.” Their remaining time couldn’t possibly end
quickly enough for her liking.
Ding.
“Thank God that’s over.” One look at the surgeon, and she realized she’d spoken
aloud. She opened her mouth to apologize, but before she could get the chance,
he turned and walked away.
Prospective
dates three through twelve were nice enough, but she knew they’d be no more
than friends, and not the kind with naughty benefits. Her shoulders slumped in
depression and she wondered why she’d let Jasmine talk her into this. A dozen
men had come and gone but none lit a fire in her belly. Eyes downcast, she
waited to hear the sound of a chair scraping the floor.
Instead,
she felt cool glass press against her palm and a warm breath against her ear.
“I didn’t know what you normally drink, but I sensed you needed something
strong.”
Christine
looked up into the most gorgeous eyes she’d ever seen. They were almost
hypnotic, and his voice was equally distracting, drawing her in. She was
clueless about how long she stared at him like a lovesick puppy, but it was
long enough that another bachelor took his position for the two-minute meet and
greet. Spell broken, she addressed dreamy eyes first because she had to know
his name. “Umm, yes, thank you, Mr…”
“You
may call me Sin.” Then he stood upright and kept all his attention on her but
clearly directed his words to the gentleman across the table. “If you were a
smart man, you’d start the conversation by telling her how gorgeous she looks
tonight. Let her know no other woman has ever looked lovelier in your eyes.
That from the moment you saw her, you wanted nothing more than to feel her lips
against yours, to touch her and be touched by her.”
Christine
grew more aroused with each word Sin uttered. She’d come out tonight looking
for a spark, and damn if she hadn’t found a five-alarm fire. Did Sin realize
the effect his words were having on her?
He
winked, and her silent question was answered. Damn him, he knew exactly what he
was doing to her. The other bachelor cleared his throat. “Yeah, thanks for the
advice, but I don’t need it. I’ve got this.”
Contact info:
Blog: http://www.dirkandkam.com
Facebook Author page: https://www.facebook.com/DirkandKam
Purchase link:
http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1996
Goodreads'
links:
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5781386.Kameron_Brook
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5120666.Dirk_Tyler
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5781386.Kameron_Brook
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5120666.Dirk_Tyler
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