I found this out when I was reading an article in Defense One – an online military magazine – about how the military needs to innovate more like Silicon Valley. It’s a favorite talking point for people whose deepest subconscious desire is to have a threesome with Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos.
(…Is it presumptuous of me to assume I have fans in the double digits?? Probably, but I feel like indulging my massive ego today!)
I haven’t posted in a while because I’ve been hard at work getting my next novel, The Colonel and Her Sergeant, ready for publication on June 14th. I’ll post more about my future Pulitzer Prize winner later.
(I’m just gonna assume the Pulitzer Prize committee accepts self-published novels. NO I’m not going to Google it…my kids tell me if I just believe enough all my dreams will come true so I’ma gonna do that cuz as you know, in reality Donald Trump is my boss so it’s off to fantasy land for me!)
Through the din of the military
ball, Colonel Anna Archer heard him laughing. Turning, she saw a tall young man
with olive skin, black hair slicked back into one thick wave to stay within Air
Force regulation, service dress cutting his torso into a sharp inverted-A.
a group of friends, he laughed every time one of them told a joke—young people.
An enlisted man. She turned away…
From the moment she saw
the young, dashing Sergeant Victor Shamrock, Anna knew she wanted him—and that
desire would be the end of her. For in her position as a colonel—a rocket
launch commander, no less—romantic relationships with lower-ranking soldiers
are strictly forbidden.
But when she’s passed over for a promotion in favor of a man with less experience, Anna begins to question the military culture she dedicated her life to. She made her career by conforming to a man’s world, by suppressing her feelings—by denying her womanhood. In a painful reality check, she realizes it wasn’t enough.
Now she can’t deny who she is anymore—a woman who aches for love, no matter the cost.
The Colonel and Her Sergeant is an epic story about all the ways love can hurt and heal us, trying to reach for the stars in a world holding you back, and finding the strength within to rise from the ashes of tragedy.
After years of personal experience in the self-publishing
and traditional publishing worlds, and after hearing about other authors’
experiences, I’ve now officially reached that conclusion—don’t query literary
agents. It’ll almost certainly be a negative return on your investment.
In my last article, I discussed how authors often fall into
the trap of obsessing over irrelevant character details at the expense of info
that matters. You don’t need to know everything about a character, only certain
critical details: desires, strengths, and weaknesses. The same holds true for
starting a story: you don’t need to know everything, only certain things…but
you NEED to know those key things.
Maybe I’ve been cursed by the book gods and need to
sacrifice another virgin at the secret blood altar they keep in my local
library’s basement (all the best libraries have one), but I’ve had crap luck
with books lately. I’ve DNF’d the last four out of five books I’ve read,
primarily for story mechanics issues. They’ve either dragged or didn’t
establish a solid foundation before jumping into the action, or just weren’t
very compelling stories. I’m a slow-as-shit reader, so slogging through a book
I’m not that into can take weeks to reach the payoff of a “meh” experience. If
a book doesn’t hook me within the first ~30%, I peace out and move on.
don’t tell me you’ve got a binder or notebook stuffed with pictures you found
on the Internet of what your main characters look like, along with facts about
them like their favorite color, the first song they danced to, their ideal
vacation spot, etc. I mean, you can do that if you’re bored…okay I did that on
my website as part of a promotion for
my book Reckoning. But
don’t mistake this for character development, because it’s not.
Characters in your head are not real people, no matter what a platitude typed
in Corsiva font scrolled across a picture of a quill tells you. They are not
people, and they don’t do anything you don’t make them do. To think otherwise
is to have a fundamental break with reality, and please see your doctor to
adjust your medication dosage accordingly.
Greetings all my One True Fans! (it’s like being the One True King from King Arthur, but with better benefits like free books and not being killed in a holy war)
I had to change my website theme recently due to my previous theme becoming obsolete and unsupported with the latest WordPress update, so now the formatting is a bit screwed up. So I apologize to all you poor souls who might click on a link and be despondent to find it goes nowhere, or be confused by a strange color scheme or weirdly formatted or outdated text. I promise I’m fixing it! …Specifically, I’m harassing my IT department – aka my husband – to please fix it asap. Thanks for your patience!
I remember back in 2008 or so when repeal of Don’t Ask Don’t
Tell became imminent. I was a captain at the time, and more than a few of my
civilian friends asked me, “How do you feel about serving with someone who’s
gay? How do other military people feel about it?”