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August 3, 2012
New Manuscript - Done!
Finally finished the first draft of this new manuscript. What a BEAST this one was.
Still, the worst is over. I've always been a dynamite reviser, and I'm actually excited about fixing it.
That'll be my third fully finished novel. Wooo!
I mean, sorry.
WOOOOOOOOO.
And now: whiskey, chicken nugs, and sleep.
Still, the worst is over. I've always been a dynamite reviser, and I'm actually excited about fixing it.
That'll be my third fully finished novel. Wooo!
I mean, sorry.
WOOOOOOOOO.
And now: whiskey, chicken nugs, and sleep.
July 29, 2012
Deadgirl on Sale!
Deadgirl for Kindle now $3.99!
If you haven't picked it up yet, now would be the time. Meet Lucy Day, the fifteen-year-old-girl who's just too stubborn to die.
http://www.amazon.com/Deadgirl-ebook/...
If you haven't picked it up yet, now would be the time. Meet Lucy Day, the fifteen-year-old-girl who's just too stubborn to die.
http://www.amazon.com/Deadgirl-ebook/...
June 25, 2012
Interview!
Annabell Cadiz of TeamNerd interviews yours truly: http://www.nerdalien.com/2012/06/auth...
And also graces Deadgirl with a 4/5 review: http://www.nerdalien.com/2012/06/book...
And also graces Deadgirl with a 4/5 review: http://www.nerdalien.com/2012/06/book...
June 5, 2012
All Day, Every Day
I’ve taken the plunge. I’ve leaped off a cliff with the intention of designing and eventually constructing a parachute on the way down. Wisdom? No. Charisma? Maybe. Dexterity . . .
Wait now I’m just naming D&D attributes. Sorry, I’m back.
I quit my job to become a full-time writer, is what I’m saying. It’s funny, what I’ve learned about saying that particular sentence back there. It’s an easy way to gauge someone’s personality, and its utterance reveals a bucketload about the person that responds. It’s actually pretty funny. I’ve said it in a room full of people and gotten everything from anger to excitement to pity.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not surprised by this. I knew when I made that fateful decision that it was a risky one, both financially and socially. I mean, the economy isn’t exactly wearing its Sunday best, and quitting a stable job is a terrifically, excitingly bad idea, most especially to pursue a career with the stability of a professional Blackjack player.
I am lucky, and that’s made the decision easier. I’m lucky to have a fiancee who’s not only willing to support me while I try this noble experiment, but in fact actually suggested it. I’m lucky that as a relatively young man I have a retirement fund I can plunder to pay for a wedding. I’m most especially lucky that I live in a time where I can stay at home and write all day and get paid for it. In a time before the internet, the only way to do that was to be one of the top percent of successful, popular novelists. Now, in this time, being able to apply to literally every freelance writing job posting on planet Earth makes things easier. Not easy, Heaven forfend and Hell no, but easier. Possible, anyway.
Not having kids or mortgage helps too.
The decision was necessary. More than necessary, if there’s a word for that. You think a writer would have one of those.
Working a job that fluctuated every week, without warning, between fifty hours and eighty makes writing impossible. Impossible. I say it a third time to appease the Old Gods: Impossible. Did I write? Yes. Did I even publish a book? Why yes sir I sure did. In nine years, I produced one book fit to print. An accomplishment to be sure, but no career. No possibility of career.
So I begin the noble experiment. I began it yesterday, as a matter of fact. If things don’t work out over a significant period of time, than I’ll be happy to grab another day job and write on the side. After all, my complaint for nine years has been thus: If only I had more time. More time and I’d be Stephen King, more time and I’d be a proper scotch-drinking, bathrobe-wearing, writer. Time!
Now I have the time. If I can’t put my typewriter where my mouth is, than I’ve been full of shit for nine years. If I can’t do it, than I know that I was just using time as an excuse to not write. And if that happens, then I got another day job and write on my off hours, knowing once and for all that I didn’t need time, I just needed to have my ass kicked a little.
Ah, gentle readers, but if it does work.
If it does . . .
Wait now I’m just naming D&D attributes. Sorry, I’m back.
I quit my job to become a full-time writer, is what I’m saying. It’s funny, what I’ve learned about saying that particular sentence back there. It’s an easy way to gauge someone’s personality, and its utterance reveals a bucketload about the person that responds. It’s actually pretty funny. I’ve said it in a room full of people and gotten everything from anger to excitement to pity.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not surprised by this. I knew when I made that fateful decision that it was a risky one, both financially and socially. I mean, the economy isn’t exactly wearing its Sunday best, and quitting a stable job is a terrifically, excitingly bad idea, most especially to pursue a career with the stability of a professional Blackjack player.
I am lucky, and that’s made the decision easier. I’m lucky to have a fiancee who’s not only willing to support me while I try this noble experiment, but in fact actually suggested it. I’m lucky that as a relatively young man I have a retirement fund I can plunder to pay for a wedding. I’m most especially lucky that I live in a time where I can stay at home and write all day and get paid for it. In a time before the internet, the only way to do that was to be one of the top percent of successful, popular novelists. Now, in this time, being able to apply to literally every freelance writing job posting on planet Earth makes things easier. Not easy, Heaven forfend and Hell no, but easier. Possible, anyway.
Not having kids or mortgage helps too.
The decision was necessary. More than necessary, if there’s a word for that. You think a writer would have one of those.
Working a job that fluctuated every week, without warning, between fifty hours and eighty makes writing impossible. Impossible. I say it a third time to appease the Old Gods: Impossible. Did I write? Yes. Did I even publish a book? Why yes sir I sure did. In nine years, I produced one book fit to print. An accomplishment to be sure, but no career. No possibility of career.
So I begin the noble experiment. I began it yesterday, as a matter of fact. If things don’t work out over a significant period of time, than I’ll be happy to grab another day job and write on the side. After all, my complaint for nine years has been thus: If only I had more time. More time and I’d be Stephen King, more time and I’d be a proper scotch-drinking, bathrobe-wearing, writer. Time!
Now I have the time. If I can’t put my typewriter where my mouth is, than I’ve been full of shit for nine years. If I can’t do it, than I know that I was just using time as an excuse to not write. And if that happens, then I got another day job and write on my off hours, knowing once and for all that I didn’t need time, I just needed to have my ass kicked a little.
Ah, gentle readers, but if it does work.
If it does . . .
June 1, 2012
Deadgirl and Flamingnet
So I wake up, and I get this nice surprise: Deadgirl was reviewed at Flamingnet, a sort of young adult one-stop shop for book reviews and the like.
It's sort of a glowing. I have to admit, that's a good feeling for a first-time author. Probably for a ninth-time author as well, I imagine.
Anyway, Flamingnet gave it a Top Choice award.
Apparently they also have a thing going where if you get Deadgirl through them, they get a credit from Amazon to fund local libraries. So check out a neat book, and also get that good deed for today out of the way. Double-win!
http://www.flamingnet.com/bookreviews...
It's sort of a glowing. I have to admit, that's a good feeling for a first-time author. Probably for a ninth-time author as well, I imagine.
Anyway, Flamingnet gave it a Top Choice award.
Apparently they also have a thing going where if you get Deadgirl through them, they get a credit from Amazon to fund local libraries. So check out a neat book, and also get that good deed for today out of the way. Double-win!
http://www.flamingnet.com/bookreviews...
May 23, 2012
Interview with the Deadgirl
Hey, check it out. Managed to wrangle the main character of Deadgirl, Lucy Day, into the interview seat.
She's been . . . avoiding it, for a while.
http://beeceejohnson.wordpress.com/20...
She's been . . . avoiding it, for a while.
http://beeceejohnson.wordpress.com/20...
May 21, 2012
The New One
I've already got a blog over at beeceejohnson.wordpress.com (accessible through my main site, www.bc-johnson.com, plug plug plug), but I figure why not open one up here too! I am a writer, and as such, have all kinds of things to say.
Well, type. And there is NO money-back guarantee that any of it will be interesting, self-deprecation, etc.
I'm having a day off today! And you know what that means - video games, books, and 30 Rock on Netflix while I consume food that will contribute to my heart's sudden (but spectacular!) explosion twenty years down the line.
When that day comes, and I keel over, let my last words be thus: "The carne asada burritos . . . were excellent. Agchk!"
Hmm. Maybe I should start jogging. I could at least walk my dog. She'd appreciate it, I imagine, and it would TECHNICALLY expose me to angry sunlight and exercise. Alright. Where's that dog?
LUNA, to ME!
Well, type. And there is NO money-back guarantee that any of it will be interesting, self-deprecation, etc.
I'm having a day off today! And you know what that means - video games, books, and 30 Rock on Netflix while I consume food that will contribute to my heart's sudden (but spectacular!) explosion twenty years down the line.
When that day comes, and I keel over, let my last words be thus: "The carne asada burritos . . . were excellent. Agchk!"
Hmm. Maybe I should start jogging. I could at least walk my dog. She'd appreciate it, I imagine, and it would TECHNICALLY expose me to angry sunlight and exercise. Alright. Where's that dog?
LUNA, to ME!
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