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July 18, 2014
New release - coming soon!
Every now and then the occasional email or Facebook comment pops up to remind me that Fugitives from Northwoods has fans. And those fans REALLY want to know when the next book in the trilogy is coming out. It's the most gratifying thing an author can receive (other than maybe a 5-star review).
I'm pleased to announce that I finally have a release date, sort of. Somewhere around August 1st, the ebook for Rebellion in Northwoods should be available on Kindle and Nook. The paperback copy will follow shortly thereafter.
It's been a long time since February 2013 when the first book came out, and I'd like to thank everyone for keeping my characters in your head, pushing me for information about the next book, and encouraging me with your comments. I can't wait for you all to read Rebellion. Just a couple more weeks....
I'm pleased to announce that I finally have a release date, sort of. Somewhere around August 1st, the ebook for Rebellion in Northwoods should be available on Kindle and Nook. The paperback copy will follow shortly thereafter.
It's been a long time since February 2013 when the first book came out, and I'd like to thank everyone for keeping my characters in your head, pushing me for information about the next book, and encouraging me with your comments. I can't wait for you all to read Rebellion. Just a couple more weeks....
December 24, 2013
Fugitives-themed Christmas poem
Twas the night before breakout, when all through the camp,
Not a creature was stirring, except the guards with the lamps.
The backpacks were hung by the cabin door with care,
In hopes that the patrol would soon pass by there.
My crew was huddled all scared in their beds,
While visions of guard dogs danced in their heads.
And Cess in her tuque, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our fears for a short final nap.
When out on the grounds there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Brushed aside the curtain and threw up the sash.
The half moon's glow o'er the middle of Hoist Bay,
Gave the strands of barbed wire the lustre of mid-day.
When, what to my wondering eyes had appeared,
But a pair of mean guards, and a German shepherd.
With a huge grumpy man, so quick with a whip,
I flashed forward to a moment of Trokar on our trip.
More rapid than eagles his cruel hounds they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and cursed them by name!
"Now after them, no one escapes, or you'll face the prod!
You keep up, worthless hounds," he screamed with a nod.
"To the top of the cliff! You stupid dogs!
Don't let them get away! Not one, not all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When met with an obstacle, we turned up to the sky.
Above the treetops the evil float planes flew,
With guns a blazing, setting forest fires too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard the river Knife.
With prancing and pawing we climbed for our life.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Flashing gunfire from the rifles cut me right down.
Red Jackets came as we hid behind boulders,
And listened as Trokar argued with soldiers.
Like a bundle of deadweight, I's flung over a back,
And I glimpsed an old medic, just opening his pack.
Her eyes-how they twinkled! Her color how merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, her nose like a cherry!
Her whole leg was bound up tight in a cast.
Then we're off to the Magistrate, I had to eat fast.
The thick wooden gavel he held tight in his hand,
With power he wielded it all over that land.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right strange old elf,
I couldn't help but get preachy in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon made me wonder if I'd nothing to dread.
He spoke a few words, then went straight to his work,
And left us to talk, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, my temperature rose!
He sprang from his desk, to his soldiers some smiles.
Us, new promises made even after the miles.
Thought I heard him exclaim, as we walked out of sight,
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Not a creature was stirring, except the guards with the lamps.
The backpacks were hung by the cabin door with care,
In hopes that the patrol would soon pass by there.
My crew was huddled all scared in their beds,
While visions of guard dogs danced in their heads.
And Cess in her tuque, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our fears for a short final nap.
When out on the grounds there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Brushed aside the curtain and threw up the sash.
The half moon's glow o'er the middle of Hoist Bay,
Gave the strands of barbed wire the lustre of mid-day.
When, what to my wondering eyes had appeared,
But a pair of mean guards, and a German shepherd.
With a huge grumpy man, so quick with a whip,
I flashed forward to a moment of Trokar on our trip.
More rapid than eagles his cruel hounds they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and cursed them by name!
"Now after them, no one escapes, or you'll face the prod!
You keep up, worthless hounds," he screamed with a nod.
"To the top of the cliff! You stupid dogs!
Don't let them get away! Not one, not all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When met with an obstacle, we turned up to the sky.
Above the treetops the evil float planes flew,
With guns a blazing, setting forest fires too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard the river Knife.
With prancing and pawing we climbed for our life.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Flashing gunfire from the rifles cut me right down.
Red Jackets came as we hid behind boulders,
And listened as Trokar argued with soldiers.
Like a bundle of deadweight, I's flung over a back,
And I glimpsed an old medic, just opening his pack.
Her eyes-how they twinkled! Her color how merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, her nose like a cherry!
Her whole leg was bound up tight in a cast.
Then we're off to the Magistrate, I had to eat fast.
The thick wooden gavel he held tight in his hand,
With power he wielded it all over that land.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right strange old elf,
I couldn't help but get preachy in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon made me wonder if I'd nothing to dread.
He spoke a few words, then went straight to his work,
And left us to talk, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, my temperature rose!
He sprang from his desk, to his soldiers some smiles.
Us, new promises made even after the miles.
Thought I heard him exclaim, as we walked out of sight,
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
September 9, 2013
Taking a stab at making a book trailer
The premise behind book trailers has honestly baffled me for a while. On one hand, I get the idea that "all publicity is good publicity," so why not try to use another forum like YouTube to get your work noticed. At the same time, a book isn't really a movie. Whoever came up with the idea of making a book trailer anyway? Then i thought about it more. If the trailer attracts a moviegoer to pick up a book instead, all the better. It might be a stretch, but authors can only hope that the trailer shows movie potential too. I'm sooo confused.
After not-so-careful reflection, the positives seem to surely outweigh the negatives, especially if the trailer is well done. While I'm not sure my homemade slideshow is in any way substantial enough to bring in business, I am pleased with it enough to let it be seen. So check it out, let me know your thoughts, and I'll wait for the corresponding bump in sales - or lack thereof.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pU7OGT...
At the very least, it was a fun endeavor, and working with a professional songwriter like Jerry Vandiver only made it that much better.
After not-so-careful reflection, the positives seem to surely outweigh the negatives, especially if the trailer is well done. While I'm not sure my homemade slideshow is in any way substantial enough to bring in business, I am pleased with it enough to let it be seen. So check it out, let me know your thoughts, and I'll wait for the corresponding bump in sales - or lack thereof.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pU7OGT...
At the very least, it was a fun endeavor, and working with a professional songwriter like Jerry Vandiver only made it that much better.
