Joel Arnold's Blog, page 20
August 1, 2010
July eBook Sales and Stuff
July brought 100 Kindle sales for me, plus a handful via Smashwords, my best month since I uploaded my writing in May. So with that, I can buy four tanks of gas!
I also received a few nice reader reviews on Amazon.
For Bedtime Stories for the Apocalypse, there was this:
(REAL NAME) Amazon Verified Purchase(What's this?) This review is from: Bedtime Stories...
July 29, 2010
Recent & Decent Audio Books I've listened to lately
The first was Class Action; The Story of Lois Jensen and the Landmark Case that Changed Sexual Harassment Law, by Clara Bingham and Laura Leedy - read by Gabrielle De Cuir. This was the book that eventually became the movie North Country. It's a fascinating and rather disturbing a...
July 26, 2010
Wallpaper
And my calves are achy from spending so much time on a ladder. I didn't realize I had muscles there to get sore.
So now we have the wall...
July 21, 2010
Field of Vision
One thing that I find lacking in trying to sell ebooks is the narrow field of vision in which they can be displayed. When I walk into a brick and mortar bookstore, my field of vision is huge – my sight is full of shelves and shelves of books, displays, posters, end-caps, signs. There’s the New Releases section for both fiction and nonfiction, the Local Interest section, the Discover New Writers section, the Buy Two Get One Free section, the Summer Reading section, the periodicals – you get...
July 15, 2010
Changes in Listening
July 7, 2010
Psychic Ulcers - or - Does that involve a copay?
What happens to all of those stories inside of us that we can’t get out due to lack of time or initiative? Do they eventually rot and metastasize? Do they have a shelf life? Is there a time period after which if we finally go back and try to write it, that particular story has gone bad? I sometimes feel an urgency that if I’m not working on my writing at least a bit every day, then parts of stories - those stories wanting to get out - start to manifest themselves as something akin to ulcers...
July 6, 2010
Northwoods Deep - Kindle release!
My newest horror novel, Northwoods Deep, is now available for the Kindle. Based loosely on Native American Folklore, as well as the Brothers Grimm Hansel & Gretel, it follows two sisters who embark on a canoe trip into hell.
At a mere $2.99, you can't go wrong!

The back-of-the-book blurb:
Bakadewin; The Ojibwe word for hunger.
Bakadewin; an ancient evil guarded by an old man in a mosquito-ridden forest.
Five children and their adult chaperon set off on a hike along the Mesaba River. All vanish...
June 29, 2010
Parkitecture
Some photos I took of the 'off-limits' tree-house near the apex of the Old Faithful Inn.
Above is the bell-hop who took me up there. I think his name is Edward, if I'm remembering correctly.
I took this pic while standing on the steps that lead up to the roof and the widow's walk. Visitors are unable to see this side of the 'tree-house', since the angle that people can see it from below makes it impossible. But isn't that the wildest damn woodwork you've ever seen?
Looking up at the...
June 28, 2010
The Weekend
Paige was in the play The Wizard of Oz over the weekend, playing a Winkie. It was fun to see her. The play itself wasn't the version you're used to; there were different songs in this, and a few different plot points -- methinks there was a little bit of skirting around copyright issues? Who knows. Anyway, it was fun to see my daughter up on stage. I would've been scared to death at her age, but she was a total pro.
Sunday, Melissa and I went to see Eric Hamblen, one of the professionals who r...
June 24, 2010
Finding the Forgotten
One thing I've noticed when pursuing my genealogy interests is that there are so many people out there who've been forgotten, just waiting to be found, whether it's on a gravestone in a neglected cemetery corner, or within a blurry handwritten line from an old census record. There are the burials of those who seemed not to matter enough to warrant a mention so many years ago, or those who've lost their voice due to the fading ink of old diary entries.
One person I greatly admire is Harvey Ron...