After almost two years, I’ve published this book.
It was a labor of love, though I set it aside frequently for work or other things. I’m thrilled it’s finally available.
Check out the first review here.
Buy it at Amazon.
Blurb: Silver is seventeen and lives with two younger runaways in a house in Key Largo. He has a gift that makes it possible for the three of them to stay afloat in an America where being openly LGBT means death. Evan White, a consultant for the Miami Police Department, also has a special talent, one that threatens Silver’s safety.
An act of bravado and desperation by Silver brings him to Evan’s attention, forcing them both on a path that will send them hurtling across several state lines and ultimately offer them the chance to alter the course of history. Their lives are on the line, but the possibility to at last be who they really are, without fear, is tantalizingly close. Will Silver and Evan have the courage to do what’s necessary?
After several days of nearly steady rain, this morning it was sunny. I took advantage of the respite (more rain is expected) to get out on the moped with a camera.
One of the nearby canals is full of water, and there was some activity. There wasn’t much cover, and I couldn’t get close either walking or on the moped, but I did get some good photos.
This is a green heron. Why they call them “green,” I’ll never know. Apparently it has something to do with the color down their back, but in the sun, all I saw was gray/blue. He’s got cute orange legs, though. 🙂 These herons are on the small size, more akin to the little blues. Various processes were used, including Topaz Simplify and Impression, PS, and Luminar.
I’m in the middle of the final edit on the new book. It should be out by the weekend. I’m pleased with this one. I hope you will be, too. It’s taken me a year and a half to get to this point, but it was worth it.
I haven’t had much time to work on photos the last few days, but I have a few for you.
This one was taken in Stillwater, on the St. Croix River. The paddleboats always fascinated me, but I could never afford to buy a ticket. Now I wish I’d scrounged up the money. Adventures should never be dismissed for lack of cash.
Before we get to pictures, an update on the new book. I’m messing around with the graphics (it’s not as easy as you’d think) and then I’ll do the final edit, after which it’ll hit Amazon. With luck, you’ll see it next week.
I enjoyed writing it, but I like the self-publishing process less and less. A lot of time and energy goes into preparing a manuscript for publication, and if there are limited sales, it’s impossible not to ask yourself, “Why keep doing this? Do you like banging your head against a brick wall?”
My last several books didn’t sell for crap. I’m talking about not even hitting one hundred books sold. Hell, they never hit fifty. Weatherboy sold about ten copies. Same with Half Moon House and No Man’s Land. Considering the amount of time, research, and energy that goes into writing a book, this is pitiful.
It’s been almost two years since I released my last book. Is it any wonder I’ve been dragging my feet? Fear of failure is a real thing. That’s why it took so long to finish this one and why I keep delaying its release.
I have decided to go in a different direction. As much as I love writing LGBT, I’m not making any money at it. Any future books will be written under a different pen name and directed to the more lucrative het market. I need to survive, same as anyone, and gawd knows, under Trump, it’s getting tougher to survive. Believe me, this was not an easy decision to make.
I was out on the moped yesterday and got some good shots at my usual places. I have three or four I visit regularly, because the wildlife likes them and I don’t often see people. The two-legged animals make noise and rile up the locals. 😉 Better when they aren’t there.
I stopped by the third street canal, which is usually teeming with birds and turtles, but water levels are low, and nothing much was happening. I stayed a few minutes, looking around, and finally saw movement down the canal: an anhinga perched on a branch. Here’s the original. Wow, yellow, huh? I attribute it to the sky, which was gray-white with clouds most of the time. (It rained a couple hours later.)