I know another commercial for something I’ve written is probably not what you were looking for, but lately I’ve been working on a number of projects (I have about five writing projects in various states of development) and amongst them I’ve been working through new covers of the books I’ve got out there. Recently, I put out two. You can see the new cover for Girl Band at left and you can buy it here on Amazon. At $1.99 it’s cheap for the Kindle. It’s also a steal if you have to buy it in paperback, especially it you get it here. So don’t be stingy, buy.
I also changed the cover of my latest book, Fish Out Of Water. You can get it here on Amazon for kindle and in paperback and here on Barnes and Noble for the Nook. All ebooks are only $1.99. Obviously you can also get it in paperback format at Amazon and also here.
Now, I know I’ve been slow with the real posts, but I promise, I’m bringing one out this next week in The Best Picture Project. All I can say, to tease it is, “I’m a very good driver.”
Hey there, if any of you regular readers get tired of reading what I write without paying for it, don’t hesitate jumping over here and choosing from a selection of my books. They’re all available for purchase, including my brand new novel, Fish Out Of Water, available in both paperback and ebook form.
BTW, how about this post being my 100th on this site and it being for shameless self-promotion. I’m wondering what 200 can be.
I was 13 when I saw I Spit On Your Grave the first time. Or maybe it was 14. It’s hard to remember which because that time of my life was a bit of a whirlwind and it’s been 20+ years since then, so of course my memory is slightly foggy when it comes to the finer details.
Nevertheless, seeing the film coincided with one of the first big changes in my life, which was getting my own room. For nearly a decade I’d been saddled with my little brother as a roommate, and as great as he could be, by the time I was 13 and 14, the last thing I wanted to do was share a room with a 9 year-old. No, what I wanted was a little privacy and finally, after work on some improvements in the basement of our house on McKinley Street came to an end, I had my own retreat. Continue reading