I know I’ve neglected my website the past couple weeks. But having an epic vacation and then pushing through the last minute details of getting Prophetess ready for release takes a lot out of you. Here’s some of what I’ve been working on. Enjoy!
I’ve been given the go ahead by my publisher to hire a PR Manager/ publicist to handle all aspects of writing and author publicity for me. Responsibilities would include: scheduling book signings, appearances, in-person and radio interviews, online interviews, guest blogs, speaking engagements, and any other approved publicity item. The PR Manager would work closely with me in scheduling to maximize exposure for my current books and upcoming releases.
Compensation. The PR Manager/ publicist will start with 20% of all royalties on sales figures that exceed the baseline of sales prior to starting. In other words, if the PR Manager’s efforts show an increase in sales from what was happening without the PR Manager, then the PR Manager gets paid.
The ideal candidate should be outgoing, creative, love books, and (preferably) love my books. They should also be somewhat local to me (south Mississippi) and having a working knowledge of what kind of publicity opportunities are available within two hours of me.
This is a great opportunity for someone to earn a little extra money and to get involved in the wild, wild west world of the publishing industry. If you’re interested, send me an email at email@example.com.
I know it’s been a while since anything has been posted on my website. But I kinda felt obligated to at least do this. There’s things brewing though, so just wait. This website should get kicked back off soon.
Here’s my menial (mostly) year in review of some of the things that happened to me and my family over the past year.
1. One of the biggest things that would eventually define a lot of the year, was that my wife and I began to talk and really give ourselves over to “Never telling God no.” This mostly centered around the possibility of my becoming a pastor and her becoming a pastor’s wife. It was an idea that we’d been pretty adamant against for some time. But last January we realized withholding even this from God was wrong of us. She was already serving at a church as music minister and I was serving at the same church as associate pastor. Being willing to do whatever God asked was the next step in our Christian life.
Twelve Years Ago
“One,” Gains whispered. Inhale. Exhale. The muzzle of his Glock glinted six inches from his face. A bead of sweat dropped into his eye. He blinked it away, watching the wall opposite him as bullets from the intersecting corridor pelted the surface.
“Two.” Inhale. Exhale. The drone of the alarm blaring from every school speaker compressed his eardrums, almost as much as the concussion of the offending gun. He turned his head to the right and made eye contact with his partner, Agent Stevens. Gains flicked two fingers. His gray-haired partner nodded.
“Three.” Gains took two giant steps into the center of the hall, turned and extended his gun back to the corner where he had been standing.
Inch. He moved a little, revealing more of the hall beyond.
Inch. Gunfire. A bullet struck the fully exposed wall next to him…only feet away.
Inch. A little more.
Gunfire. Another bullet.
Inch. The alarm. The sweat.
A man in a silver and black mask crouched near the exit. Gains sighted him down.
“When I was little,” Kaci said, “my dad would take me fishing all the time. And it didn’t matter how much I scared the fish with my noise or how many times we came back empty-handed, he always said he was proud of me. He always smiled and said he loved me.”
Winter turned to her.
“I haven’t been fishing in a long time.” A tear rolled down Kaci’s smiling face.
“Maybe you should ask him to take you again.”
Kaci shook her head. “No. I hate fishing.”
“Well, I’m sure he’s still proud of you. And I know he loves you very much.”
Kaci’s smile widened. But the tears flowed more freely. “I know.”
Winter grabbed her hand. “And the same goes for me.”