It appears that more and more books are being released with deliberately vulgar titles. Yes, I’m bleeping serious. Adult coloring books have suddenly gotten very popular so now there’s one called “F*** Off I’m Coloring: Unwind with 50 Obnoxiously Fun Swear Word Coloring Pages.” And for the culinary-minded, perhaps you’d like to pick up a copy of “Bake Sales are My B*tch:
Although my new novel is not a sequel to either Parlor City Paradise or A Shot at Redemption, a character from one of those books does make a return appearance. I’m planning on posting an excerpt sometime over the next couple weeks. Once I do, I’d love to know who you think the return character will be and why.
I’ve been writing about football for a long time now. Over the years, NFL players, coaches, owners, general managers and officials have done a lot of boneheaded things. So, in addition to all the tailgate type treats, I’ll take you on an entertaining and comical stroll down memory lane. Do you remember when former Lions wide receiver Nate Burleson broke his arm in a hapless attempt to save a pizza? And how about that time former Pittsburgh Steelers kicker Jeff Reed beat up a towel dispenser just because he couldn’t dry his hands? I’m only scratching the surface here. As you kick back with a delicious Brunch Burger, some Super Supreme Mucho Macho Nachos or a big bowl of Mexican Corn Dip, you can also have a laugh at the good natured expense of those who play the game we all love so much. I can promise you now the term butt fumble will come up at least once.
If I’m going to get my head above water, I know I need a straight and clear path to the surface. It’s simple enough in principle but involves self promotion, marketing and advertising, three things I enjoy about as much as brussel sprouts, Chlamydia and the New England Patriots, not necessarily in that order.
And it appears James “Jimmy” McMillan III and I have something in common. We both tried to do something significant, resulting in two tiny blips on one big ass radar. Here’s the difference. Jimmy’s political aspirations are dead and buried. I, on the other hand, will continue to fight the good fight in the hopes that someday, somehow, someone will start giving a crap.
When I first began researching how to become a successful independently published author, it immediately became clear that it really can’t be done. Okay, that’s not entirely true but most self published authors, heck, most authors in general fail to achieve commercial success. That was the case even before publishing became so accessible; and now that book publishing is only slightly more complicated than registering for a Netflix account, you can take the old failure rate and multiply it by a few million and that’s probably low balling it.
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I’ve been waiting a very long time to say this. Parlor City Paradise is done! I finished it just last week. And now that I’ve shared that glorious news, I must offer the following disclaimer. I still have one hell […]
As I near completion of the Parlor City Paradise manuscript—half a chapter and an epilogue are all that remain—I continue work on my 21 Sundays of Fantastic Football Food cookbook. That’s the reason for the Football Flashbacks I’ve been including […]
