JUST FOR THRILLS

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When you are young you are willing to try almost anything.  As you age and witness the consequences of various actitivites, you have the tendency to be less willing.  What is the tipping point for you when it comes to risk?  Will you go mountain climbing? How about skiing? How about writing a book?  Now there’s a daunting challenge for many.  But then, why not jump out of an airplane? Yeah, why not?

For her 20thbirthday, my granddaughter, Haley, decided she wanted to jump out of an airplane. It suits her personality: tanacious, daring, independent, adventurous.  So she and a friend drove to Key West on Monday, sat for a day getting psyched and then drove to the little airport nearby where the big leap would commence.  Her friend was going with her…all the way. She too was jumping.  Now there’s a suportive friend.

Haley tells me there was never a thought of hestitation, a second guess or a waver of decision.  She was determined and apparently had no problem stepping up to the open door of the airplane high above the landing site and following the directions of her jumping partner who claimed having done it thousands of times.

Now, I am a lot older and, yes, a lot more conservative.  Jumping out of an airplane is not the first thing that comes to mind when I am in a thrill-seeking mindset.  Maybe a tame rollercoaster ride might be enough for me.  But then, I will not deny the thought of jumping out of an airplane may have made my bucket list 30 years ago.  Today? Probably not.  In fact, if I could imagine a truly thrill moment, given the recent years of aging issues, I’d probably go bonkers if I lived through a day totally free of pain and on a full night’s sleep.  Talk about thrill-seeking!  In the mean time, here’s the link if you would like to see Haley do her thing.

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Hello 2019

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Okay, the Christmas lights are all taken down and packed away.  The tree was picked up off the front lawn and taken away by the Used Christmas Tree truck.  The last of the leftovers were cleaned out of the fridge and I settled down for a long winter’s nap, which for me, lasts about 20 minutes.

So, what to do now?  Ramble on, I suppose.  It’s 20-friggin’-19.  I think my memory began sometime in the late 1940’s.  My very first memory is looking out through the bars of a hospital crib at night. All the lights were out, but I could see a clock on the wall outside the door in the hallway that was dimly lit.  Flash!  That’s it. My first memory that my databank can recall and it was nothing more than a clock on a wall.  I don’t even remember what time it was (does anybody really care?).  I do know my throat was soar and I eventually learned I had my tonsils removed that day.  And so it all began.

And now it’s off to another year.  I have set no goals for this one, made no resolutions and promised no promises.  I choose to simply go with the flow and make necessary adjustments along the way when needed.  I do have three wishes if some genie wants to grant them.

  1. First, I wish my three-year old chronic backache would go away. I surrender. I cry uncle. As Popeye said, “That’s all I can stands, I can stands no more.”  Back: 3, Marc: 0.  I lose. I get it.
  2. Next, I hope my new website proves helpful to independent authors attempting to learn how to self-publish their own books. While I have not been a successful selling author, I have learned a good deal about how to publish your own book.  I hope to share that knowledge with those who seek it out.  I’m still building this new website, but I will open the window and yell out when it’s done.  Won’t be long.
  3. And last, but actually first, I hope my dear Rosemarie and I can make it through the year with reasonable ease as we continue to fend off the challenges—old and new—that insist on disrupting our precious so-called golden years. There are aches and pains to deal with, less energy, bits and pieces of memory loss and a whole list of nasties that plague oldsters like us.  If you think life isn’t fair and you are under 60…well, you ain’t seen nuthin’ yet.

Meanwhile, I am looking for some kind of activity to replace all the time I’ve spent writing books over the past dozen years.  It’s time to update the ride, take out the old rollercoaster and build some new wild and crazy ride. No, I don’t want to paint or sculpt, although I do  have to repaint a room or two, not a picture.  Maybe I should get one of those big whatchamacallits that you weave big rugs with…a loom?  Y’know, you toss that bullet-shaped piece of wood back and forth within the strings of yarn and you make patterns of weird symbols and before you know it, you got a rug.  I have to think about that…not sure that’s what I want to do.  I really rather make a boat but I don’t have the room…or the water.  I will have to keep thinking.

In the meantime, I’ll end with a bit of a rhyme that appeared in this blog’s space a couple years back, just for grins.  And, oh yeah, a little late, but Happy New Year everyone!

                        ANOTHER YEAR   …a poem

Posted January 2016

It’s really an outrage that we’ve had to start another year.

Why, I was just barely getting 2015 running full gear.

There were so many things I never got a chance to finish.

Things I wanted to do, things I wanted to accomplish.

Like painting a room, fixing the roof, mowing the lawn.

Why, I could have worked all of 2015 dawn to dawn.

I don’t understand–why bring on a new year just now?

If that’s the case, I’ll quit, y’know throw in the towel.

I’m getting too old to do things at the speed I once did.

Sure, there was a time when I did it all, but I was a kid.

I’m a lot slower now and if I’m going to be in the race

It’s a no-brainer, you gotta slow down the pace.

This business of having a new year, one atop the other

Makes me want to stay in bed. Get up? Why even bother?

So for all of you cheering on the new times you so revere,

I ask why be in such a hurry? For me, I wish you…

                                  Happy Old Year!

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SELF-PUBLISHING? LEARN FROM MY MISTAKES!

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When it comes to self-publishing, it’s like any other do-it-yourself process.  You will usually make mistakes as you learn.  If anyone is prone to make mistakes when working on something new, it’s me.  I’m a champ at it.  So you can imagine that after 11-plus years of self-publishing there are a lot of things I’ve learned.  Some are easy and quite obvious; others are more elusive and difficult to achieve.  Maybe I can save you from falling into some common potholes in your travels down the same roadways I’ve driven.  First the easy stuff:

  • It is not difficult setting up the basic formatics (I know, not a real word) of a book. Once you know the dimensions of the end product, meaning the size of the page and the margins you want, you simply set up a Word document to match and off you go.  There are things like orphans and widows you will have to deal with, plus getting your top and bottom lines on each page to match up with its neighbor.  It is best to take care of these in the final phases of putting your book together.  You can always pay to have someone do this for you, but if you patiently peck away at it you will learn how to do it yourself, save the money and have instant access to making changes.  Oh, BTW, orphans and widows are those single words or maybe a group of three or four words that end up on their own line, usually at the end of a paragraph, or even worse, on the top line of a new page.  It is best to eliminate them.  One remedy is to rewrite the paragraph, dropping or adding a word here or there to cause the lines to shift or change length.  Or, maybe you just rewrite the sentence they’re a part of, adjusting it so the problem disappears.  Getting rid of orphans and widows can be very easy…or a royal pain.
  • I’m a natural when it comes to writing long sentences or long paragraphs. I haven’t yet learned why I do this, but it drives my one editor-friend nuts.  He prefers thoughts in brief bites and lots of white space on the page.  Another one of my editors actually keeps count of the words I might use in one sentence. He’s always on the prowl for a record-setter.  If one should write “tight”—and you should—it is best to keep sentences and paragraphs short.  It is amazing how verbose we can get on a first draft, later having to eliminate a hefty pile of unnecessary verbiage.  If we had been more prudent from the git-go, hours of work would be eliminated later.
  • It is impossible, at least for me, to publish a book without later discovering a mistake somewhere. This is horrible and it is the first giveaway that the book is self-published, a status that still carries an inferior stigma.  It may be a typo or misspelling but, for me, I never discover all of them when I proof my  own work. This is why it is best to have as many proofreaders as possible. If you have to pay, bribe, bake fresh bread—whatever—you must get lots of proofreaders…or a few really good ones.
  • Never trust Microsoft Word.  Spell and grammar check are okay and I use them, but a word of caution: they are not perfect and can actually make the wrong “correction” or “auto-complete” a word you never intended to use.  I just discovered today that Word  incorrectly changed “prey” to “pray” in my book, so now I had to go back and download the entire file all over again.  The problem is, some editions have already gone out with this error so I’ll look like an idiot to those who catch it.
  • Another thing about Microsoft Word…Whoever set up the page numbering function in the software has never used it. Otherwise they would have changed it long ago.  Now, I know that’s true because there are too many inconsistencies in the page numbering process and in order to eventually master it, you will need a degree from MIT or someplace similar, in addition to having experienced landing a spacecraft on a faraway planet.  I assume if you have achieved that level of skill, you may be able to correctly figure out Microsoft’s page numbering process for your book.  Then, when you change versions of Word, you will probably have to go through the learning process all over again.  There is proper protocol to follow when numbering pages in a book.  I suggest you review some books published by the big-name guys and then attempt to get Word to do likewise for your book.

Okay, that’s enough to digest for now, especially if you are new to self-publishing.  I may add to the list at another time.  If you have a question, click on the “comment” link below and I will try to answer it.  I hasten to add that I am not a professional.  I am mostly self-taught and there are many things I have yet to learn—like how to properly use Metadata to improve search engines finding my stuff.  Some day, that may actually happen.  I am not sure I will know how to handle it.

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REFLECTIONS

Reflect2018I always get a bit reflective this time of year. Perhaps you do too.   It’s a good time to look back and assess where you are, what you’ve achieved or experienced and then get ready for the next round.  There have been significant changes in my life, most of them physical and mostly associated with my age.  I have made the observation that 70 is a benchmark in many people’s lives.  It is definitely not 60 and most definitely not anything younger.   It does seem, at least for me and many I see sitting next to me in doctor waiting rooms, the decade when the parts start seriously wearing out and energy levels take a drop.  So with that in mind, while attempting to still remain positive and optimistic about my personal forecast, here are this year’s reflections.

The Phone  –  The most annoying non-physical item in my life is the telephone.  The home phone rings incessantly with robocalls or live hucksters invading my privacy, using the instrument I pay for and usually bothering me at the most inopportune time.  Meanwhile, my overpriced, over-updated cell phone does things I don’t ask it to do and when I do, it doesn’t.  I hate it.  They need to make a phone for retired, un-busy, un-networking people like me who just need to speak with someone occasionally or send a message.  Y’know, just basic communications because now I am just a basic person. I shall attempt to get a new, kinder and gentler phone in 2019 …if they still make one.

The Bent  –  I have become a tilted man who walks bent over because my spine is bent over.  I tried not to let it happen, but psoriatic arthritis does not care if you try. It does what it wants to.  The doctors put you on all these expensive pills you see advertised on the national news each night–the ones that always list a gazillion bad things the pills can do to you…and they do.  Mine cause my immunity system to go away and then every year I get some kind of infection that puts me in the hospital sucking on an intravenous bag of antibiotics more powerful thanTide. If I could lose some of my girth that many men my age have accumulated simply by looking at food, I may straighten up a little.  I would really like to make that a goal for 2019. I shall try.

The house  –  It is so much a part of our lives.  We’ve lived in this one for 22 years. It has to be maintained.  When I had strength, stamina and a paycheck, I would take care of taking care of the house. Now, I can’t do as much. I don’t work as long or as well.  Instead, I have to hire people to do the work for me and half the time they don’t do the level of work I would have done if younger.  I know, I am compulsive and hard to please…but that is why things got done. Rosemarie and I debate about downsizing and the thought of living in a changed environment is a tease.  We both sort of want to do it, but the process is daunting now that we have a lifetime supply of paraphernalia to sift through before we even call the movers.   We do not sift as well as we used to.

The Habits  –  Both Rosemarie and I seemed to have dug deeper into them this past year.  She needs “white noise” 24/7 and MSNBC and her soaps serve that purpose.  One side benefit is that she has become quite knowledgeable about politics and how Congress  works…or doesn’t.  While her noise is on, she continues to crochet or play Zelda on her Nintendo Switch.  She has always been a great Zelda fan.  A new edition comes out every 4-5 years and when it does I am usually first in line to get her a copy.  When young men 15-25 or so learn she has played and mastered every Zelda edition, they look at her in awe and bow down as if she is some kind of goddess.  I then return to my two computers in my little office area and there I may remain entrenched until I eventually fall asleep in the chair for half a night’s sleep.  Chair sleeping (my habit) has become all the rage for me, a person long suffering from sleep disorders.  I have discovered that I easily fall asleep in my desk chair and can remain so for up to 3-4 hours.  Sleeping while sitting up helps alleviate sleep apnea. This is amazing. I don’t sleep walk as much now…instead, I sleep sit.

The Books–  I wrote #11 this year.  It is my last book.  I call it my swan sink. Only two people that I know of have read it start-to-finish.  I may also give up this blog.  I have posted over 550 pieces.  I think I am written out.  I have few followers and I appreciate each and every one of them.  But the Nobel and the Pulitzer have eluded me, left me in the gutter like some tattered rag used to check oil levels in old Studebakers. And furthermore…

So those are the leaders of this year’s pack upon which I have spent time reflecting this final month of 2018.  Some may continue on into the new year, others may fade away and be replaced. Change is always a good thing.  I just stopped for a moment to gaze at our Christmas tree.  It is, by far, the most beautiful tree we’ve had in 51 years of marriage.  I can’t explain why.  It has all the same stuff on it that it always has, but this tree just seems exquisitely shaped and decorated. It is totally aglow with smiles and holiday cheer.  I shall hope it is a good omen for 2019, not just for my family, but yours too!

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LONG LIVE THE TREE…AT LEAST UNTIL DECEMBER 25TH.

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Rosemarie and I had our annual Christmas Tree debate last week:  live tree vs. artificial tree.   If you landed on this space near this time last December you probably read about last year’s debate.  We have it every year.  By now, it’s become a Christmas tradition.

Divorce is never discussed but there is sometimes a few hours of non-talking between us as we each fume for a while and attempt to get our blood pressures back to a reasonable level.  Not to worry, it doesn’t last long and we eventually wind up in a neighborhood lot selecting a live Christmas Tree.  As I loaded it onto the rooftop of the car I sensed an under-breath “wait’ll next year” emanating from Rosemarie sitting in the front seat.

The decision of whether or not to stop buying a live tree and switch to an artificial tree is not an especially dynamic debate.  I take the live position which is highlighted by the principle that you cannot shortchange Christmas and phony is phony and it always looks it.  I also bring up other positives of having a live tree, things like the pleasant aroma in the house and not having to find some humungous space to store an artificial tree.

Rosemarie, meanwhile, argues that we are throwing money down the chimney, that an artificial tree would pay for itself in two or three years and we’d never have to buy another Christmas tree.

My arguments that artificial trees cost too much and they ALWAYS look artificial are starting to wear a little thin lately.  This year many of the man-made trees were on sale BEFORE Christmas and I have to admit the technology has improved significantly.  The appearance of some of the artificial trees is impressive.

There is one other item worth noting, though it doesn’t help my side of the argument much.  This year there’s a shortage of live trees and the result has been higher prices.  I wound up at a fancy garden place we go to at other times of the year and I have never seen–this year or any other–such a consistent inventory of really good-looking trees.  Each one was in it own pan of water and was super fresh.  I actually had a hard time deciding which tree I wanted–they all looked good. That’s never happened before.   It was amazing….and so was the cost for the tree! It was way more than I have ever spent on a Christmas Tree.   Rosemarie, thank goodness, has yet to ask me how much I paid.  It’s one of those Christmas secrets I hope to keep to myself.  Otherwise, next year’s debate will be especially challenging.

Our tree, once decorated, is always a mishmash of holiday memorabilia and a bunch of other stuff collected over the years.  It’s a Christmas tree with too many things on it and probably the most disorganized thing in my life. But hey, it comes but once a year so my nervous system goes on holiday.

Now, in the end, you have to admit, when it comes to debating having an artificial Christmas tree vs. the real thing…a picture is worth a thousand Christmas carols.

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FAMILY MATTERS…THE BROTHER ISSUE

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BikerBoysNow, I don’t expect many to stick around for this posting.  It’s one of those long family sagas that I guess I have to get off my chest.  No, there is no guessing–I HAVE TO get this off my chest.  It’s about my brother, Paul, my only sibling.  I need to come to peace or closure as some call it.  It is not a happy story, though one with many happy memories. Somehow, I wish the two of us had more opportunity, or desire, to tackle what it was that held us at a distance once we left childhood.

My brother died over three years ago.  He was two years my elder.  He was the one who inherited the family heart and diabetes issues while I accommodated other, less harmful genes, or perhaps later developing ones.

I think it is true that children adopt certain positions or rankings within the family.  These are sometimes dictated by age, other times by whatever traits have been left on the table for one of the siblings to spoon up and swallow.  My bother was the rebel; I the pleaser.  The roles were well defined and they played out beyond our family years.  More on that in a moment.

PKMKSantaMy mother always told us that she wanted two children so that, unlike her, an only child, we would have someone close with whom to grow old together.  I am sure early on she felt confident that would, indeed, happen—at least based on how well my bother and I got along throughout our childhood.

Two years was a good span between us.  Paul assumed the big brother leadership role and I appropriately followed.  The difference in age, however, wasn’t enough to stop us from being good friends. We rarely went separate ways. We shared the same friends along with all our activities. 

Paul and I were pretty much always together. If one of us got into something, the other soon joined in. We were both big on trains, real ones and the model ones on a basement platform my father built.  Paul taught me how to always get on the first car of the subway or commuter train.  That way, if the spot were available, you could stand at the very front door and peer out the front window.  The subways are especially cool.  You can see all the tunnels and the stations ahead appearing as little bright specks growing in size as the train approaches each one.  

Despite our compatibility as playmates, that’s where it ended.  We had totally different personalities and dispositions.  We didn’t even look alike.  He was obstinate, bucked authority and usually felt his best advice to follow was his own.  He was exceptionally smart, like my father, but he failed to exploit it.  

Report card night was always tough.  He’d come home with the D’s and F’s and a list of excuses about how bad his teachers were.  Meanwhile, I sat quietly displaying my mostly B’s and A’s and a smattering of C’s, the latter always in math and anything technical.  I loved my brother enough that I attempted to keep my performance low-profile and even chimed in how terrible some of his teachers were.  But I could not help think he resented my decent grades, not in a jealous way, but more because they simply made the evening more difficult for him. 

My brother chose not to hone the superior brain my parents built for him.  He could have easily had a successful, professional career, if he wanted it.  I, of course, went down the other path.  Paul left school his senior year and enlisted in the Navy, followed by a variety of clerking jobs and selling cars for the rest of his life.  I went on to Penn State, struggled but made it through and launched a bumpy but lifetime career in radio that took me to retirement.  Ironically, he never seemed to have regrets about choices he made, although he would have never admitted them anyway.    I always have a list of wanna-do-overs.

When he left for the Navy, I became an only child.  I got the room to myself, the perks of learning to drive and having access to the family car and eventually inheriting a gorgeous hand-me-down ‘53 Chevy from my grandfather. School was going well and I hung with two good friends who remain so today.

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Paul at 52 in 1995

As close as we were growing up together, that is all the more distant my brother and I became as adults.  My moving away didn’t help, and phone calls proved tedious.  Neither of us seemed to have anything to say.   We lived in two different worlds now.  I was reluctant to discuss any good news for fear I’d come across as bragging or otherwise putting him down.  He, meanwhile, seemed driven to the opposite end.  Whatever I had done or achieved, he’d had to top with something he did.  It was as though he did not want to give up the big-brother role and needed me to look up to him.  The phone calls were difficult.  They did not occur often.  I would visit him when I went home, but he would never—NEVER—come see me here in Florida.  “Too damn hot,” he’d say.  So the breach broadened as we grew older.                                                           

Eventually my brother became plagued with health issues.  Again, he would follow his own advice and live as he wanted and ignore the consequences.  He was constantly in and out of the hospital during his last few years.  Even his death was contrary to me. The details remain elusive.  He donated his body “to science,” meaning a bunch of med students got to practice on him and eventually he’d be bundled up and put in a piece a donated cemetery ground with others who had done the same, including my father.  There would be no funeral, no memorial service, no family gathering…nothing. Just a lifetime that had passed and, other than leaving behind three remarkable daughters who have successfully countered their father’s otherwise lethargic lifestyle, my brother seemingly left little trace that he had ever been here. 

So what now?  Well, I have compulsively put things in order for myself, as I am prone to do. I have made adjustments to my thinking…made things right, at least for me.  I wish my brother and I had a closer relationship as adults.  But if I have to settle for the portion of Paul I got, I should be grateful.  I miss the boy I grew up with, shared 15 years of my life with, took extraordinarily long bike trips with, built model airplanes with, went swimming with, played Monopoly with, cut grass and shoveled snow with and a bunch of other endless childhood “with’s.”  And intertwined among all these activities is the exclusive family heritage we both share.  These are memories indelible and unforgettable.  And in some ways, Mom, they have made it possible for Paul and I to have lived on together, just as you had hoped for… perhaps not the whole package you envisioned, but for me, enough to cherish for the rest of my life. 

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THE ANNUAL BATTLE OF THE LIGHTS

I think Christmas lights are manufactured by the devil.  They exist only to frustrate methodical people like me.  By methodicalI mean those of us who label the lights as we put them away each year so that we know exactly which bush or tree gets which string of lights when we reopen them the following year. Yes, I know, analmay be a more appropriate word than methodical.  Wait, there’s more. 

Before I put away each string of lights, I plug them in individually to make sure they all work, the theory being if they are working when packed, they will be working when unpacked.  Ah, there’s the wayward theory that the devil mocks every year.  

That’s why I spent over an hour trying to get 4-5 freshly unpacked strings to work the other day. It was very frustrating, especially because there were so many and because they had all worked when they were put away last year.  Finally, I gave up.  My sanity had given out and I was talking to each string as I pleaded for it to work. I put them all in a pile on the garage floor, got in the car and drove over to Home Depot and and bought new ones to replace them.  But these lights were different.  Instead of a bulb every 5-6 inches, there were bulbs at every 3 inches.  This makes it appear as thought there are a ton more lights than before.  Good grief, the front of my house was already lit up like a…well, like a Christmas tree!

I saw a new device advertised on TV.  It’s a gun-shaped tool that is supposed to “heal” disabled strings of Christmas light. I am skeptical. I do not think one can heal the work of the devil.

Anyway, there’s the final result of my work pictured at the top.  I noticed a lot of my neighbors are switching to inflatable Christmas figures and skipping the lights.  They seem to be a lot easier to handle, but they just don’t set my holiday vibes aflutter. So I guess and I will continue on each year, playing around with my many strings of lights in my attempt to offer up an illuminating experience for a few weeks each December. It’s my way of wishing everyone a Merry Christmas…even the devil.

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ABOUT INDIE AUTHORS

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Ten years ago right around this time, I was busy doing something I’d never done before.  MooseCovBest copyI was writing a book. It was a children’s book of rhymes.  It was titled, Never Goose a Moose…and a bunch of other things you should never do.  I have published a book every year since then.  No, I don’t have an agent or a big New York publisher sending me off across the country for media interviews and book signings.  A book deal has proved as elusive to me as a contract with a big record label is to many wannabe singers.

I became an independent author, self-published is the more common term. There are more of us today than ever before because of the technological advances in the printing industry.  No longer does a writer have to warehouse stacks of books in his garage hoping for a best-seller.  My books are published as what is called P.O.D., or print-on- demand.  Thanks to digital processing, if you were to order a copy of one of my books, a person would feed the file to the printing press and make that one singular copy at the click of a mouse.  It’s the same process many of you use to print a document from your desktop computer.  And, since I have pretty much mastered how to prepare the file for printing out in the form of a book, it doesn’t cost me anything to publish…except the personal time and effort it took me to write the book.

While it may surprise some of you, I sell very few books.  In fact, there are a couple that haven’t sold a single copy, even after receiving award recognition.  I am sure, too, there are some who have read my work who would say they are not surprised at all that it doesn’t sell.  Now, of course I’d like to be right up there with Stephen King or Harry Potter phenom, J.K. Rowling, but that’s not in the cards, or the books either for that matter.

Not selling a book does not necessarily mean it’s a train wreck.  There are other elements that come into play.  One important one that can help determine the success of a book is its marketing.  A publishing house usually has the resources—including money—to publicize, advertise and market an author’s work it chooses to publish.  Independent authors do what they can to promote their work and after that it’s mostly fate that drives book sales.  Friends and relatives usually don’t number enough to have any substantial impact and, quite honestly,  most congratulate you and pay you compliments, but very few of them ever actually purchase or read your work.

So why does an unsold author still continue to write?  I guess it is the same with a starving artist who continues to paint or a musician who continues to puff air into a horn while the dogs in the neighborhood howl.  The art is in you and regardless of how much merit it has, you, as its keeper, are compelled to let it out, release it, expose it to the world.  It is yours to create; not yours to judge.

FrontCovSMSo that is why I just launched my 11th effort title Again.  It is a bit of a different kind of novel for me.  It is more of a romance story, but one with lots of questions about how true is true love. And, oh yeah, no one gets murdered in this book.  I have billed it as my last book.  I think I have released more than enough of the inner me into the atmosphere and it’s time I do other things I also feel compelled to do–things that may be easier than writing 11 books…like learning how to play a guitar, discover a permanent pain-killer for arthritis, or really really understand what the cat is saying to me when we’re nose-to-nose staring at each other.

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Purchase Again at amazon.com (search “again, kuhn” and both digital and paperback versions should show up).  The book’s website is at:  againkuhn.com and info/links to my other books can be found at marckuhn.com

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My Final Book is Finally Here!

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My 11th, and more than likely my final book, is hot off the mouse click at amazon this morning.  It is available in Kindle or Paperback.  It is, basically, a love story and truly has been a year-long labor of love…or maybe tolerance is a more accurate word.  No one gets murdered in this book, but you may find it just as puzzling a mystery. It’s at amazon (just search “again, marc kuhn” and you’ll get there.  I wanted to charge much less but I have no control over the minimum.  Its website is:  http://againkuhn.com.  Okay, here’s the vague hint as to what the beast is all about…

This is a story about identity and true love. It spans three generations over 60 years from the early 1900s to 1970. It involves two couples…and you! Why you?  Because you will feel every joy they feel.  Every sizzle and giddiness their love brings to them will come to you. Their smiles will become your smiles. Their triumphs will be your victories. Then too, you will not escape their outcry when  their love is threatened. You will share their anger, sense their despair and suffer their pain.

So here are the stories of Isaac and Anna, and then, three generations later, Richard and Patricia.  As you become embedded within their relationships, you will struggle with the blending, leading you unavoidably to these final questions about both identity and true love: can either transcend time and place and, more curiously…people?

So, in sum, the book is in two parts, it’s about two subjects, it involves two couples who live in two different times and it will have you thinking twice.  You may even find yourself reading it a second time…or AGAIN!

Thank you for your interest.  If you read AGAIN please note that feedback is always welcomed.

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