My mind is feeling very spastic right now.  It’s jumping from place to place to place, the ending never in sight.  I’ve started this blog post several times now—both in my head and online—and nothing quite sits still long enough to create more than one or two coherent thoughts.  Now, some people might take that as a sign and come back later.  Not me.  I’m as stubborn as Grandma’s fruitcake and will not yield.  

So that leaves me to pull a blog post out of the ether and in some way make it understandable by someone other than my addled mind.  On a normal day, that is hard enough, but right now…  Suffice it to say that I have my work cut out for me.  Oh well. C’est le vie.  Let’s see if we can make sense of this meandering landscape.


So I released my first novel, The Red Dress, last month.  And then I promptly fall off the face of the Earth.  Not the best marketing strategy ever devised.   Though—somehow—I don’t see it as being the worst.  But in the spirit of full disclosure, I probably came up with that one too.

Yet it is what it is, and anyways, it’s not like I can have those two weeks back.  I realize that I need to do more than a tweet here and there.  That’s no way to sell a book.  And I’m betting right about now you’re expecting a shameless plug for my fantastic novel, The Red Dress.  But relax Dear Reader, I don’t plan on plugging my novel, The Red Dress, right now, no matter how good it is.  That comes at the end of the post.

You saw what I did there, didn’t you?

Nuts.

Ok.  I wasn’t terribly subtle there.  In my defense, I never claimed to be a subtle guy.  In fact, most of the time I’m blunt.  That is when you can get me to talk at all.  You see, I tend to keep my thoughts and opinions to myself.  Which is probably why I don’t blog terribly well either.  Disappearing for long chunks of time.  Random posts that make no collective sense, and must be ingested one by one, like little nuggets of thought.  Blogging more than once a week.  I could go on, but you all know my faults by now so why remind you?

Another fool-proof method for promoting The Red Dress, right?  Remind everyone of your faults.  Write that down kiddos.  Life lesson for ya.

But then again, I just might be having more fun spamming The Red Dress over and over and over again.

The Red Dress.

The Red Dress.

The Red Dress.

 

But no matter how much I like repeating The Red Dress over and over again, I know it won’t cut it.  And I can’t rest on my laurels.  My next book needs to be edited or written or whatever in order to be published.  One book just isn’t enough.  I mean, I don’t consider myself to be some sort of fantastic one-hit wonder that will never have to write another novel again.  That seems just a bit unrealistic.

So some other time, I’ll talk about what I’m writing and what I’m doing.  It’s just today’s post is a bit rambling and full of miscellaneous thoughts.  Or so I think.  Maybe you don’t.  And if that’s the case, my hat’s off to you.  Thank you for putting up with me today.  I’ll see you around the blog.


And in case you thought I forgot, do please check out my debut novel, The Red Dress.  It tells the story of a plucky young duck who didn’t quite fit in and….

Oh wait.  That’s The Ugly Duckling.

The Red Dress is a contemporary mystery awash in colorful characters, witty banter, and—let us not forget—murder.  That’s what happens when love and politics mix.  But not all is doom and gloom.  The novel is filled with colorful characters and witty banter.  If you’re a fan of the genre or in the mood to try something new, give it a shot.  I’m sure that you’ll love it.

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