The Road to IDENTITY: LOST
It's now official. The national hardcover and eBook release of my debut thriller novel, IDENTITY: LOST is here. To say I'm living an incredible dream is an understatement. This journey has been one remarkable serendipitous event after another.
I've had fun while promoting the book quoting Oprah's mantra, "There's no such thing as a coincidence" and I will tell you I have fully embraced this belief with Lady O. She has been the world's #1 proponent (besides my own personal life coach and wife, Karen) of the belief of the power of intention.
I had long believed that imagination was best left to children and seldom harnessed in adulthood. But then my belief system all changed about five years ago.
Things started to happen that felt coincidental but had a distinctly stronger message for me than just mere happenstance. One of the first was when I attended Game 5 of the 2005 ALCS Championship when the Chicago White Sox visited the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim. If my White Sox won this game then they would be playing in their first World Series in 46 years. Chance got me and a friend not only into a game when we were told no tickets were available but had us sitting in the opposition owner's box seats with his family.
The White Sox did win and that event spurred me on to write a story about it. That story turned into half-a-dozen more I wrote over the next year on a White Sox fan web site. By this time my desire to write seriously had been rekindled and I began to think about this story I had locked away for over twenty-five-years. Back in the '70s when I was a young father, living in Chicago, a boy had witnessed a murder on the lakefront and decided to come forward. But, tragically, his desire to do good turned into a life-changing situation, ultimately ending with the loss of his home and breakup of his family.
I plunged headlong into finding newspaper clippings of the details of that crime that had been committed along the shores of Lake Michigan in Burnham Park. Along the way, I discovered this rich, long forgotten history of the area where the crime was committed. That took me down another road and re-ignited my love of history, especially the local history of Chicago and Civil War history. I was completely hooked and spent every moment I could researching and writing and reading.
It was at about this same time I stumbled upon (notice the phrasing I used) the Scottsdale (Arizona) Writers Group. At the time, I was involved in keeping afloat an Internet business I had started and this was taking up the majority of my time. But I was too deep into my pledge to myself to not quit on this dream of writing something about this story. So, with a fair amount of trepidation, I walked into the group one day and announced I'd like to join. I was welcomed with warm smiles but more so by such an unselfish group of people who were willing to help me (as well as themselves) develop their writing skills and story ideas.
After two years of bringing in a new chapter every other week, I was done, and my novel was complete. How naive I was because from that point forward the real work had only just begun.
That was in March, 2008 and about two months later I had another serendipitous event occur that would change my life forever. I was summering in Lake Geneva, Wisconsin and one day saw a small poster at a local library announcing that New York Times best-selling author Brad Thor would be in a nearby town, signing his latest book. I had never heard of Brad Thor but a little voice inside me told me I had to go to this event and meet him in person. When would a budding novelist like me you ever expect to meet a NY Times best-selling author? So with my wife and brother-in-law in tow, both writers in their own right, we went to meet Mssr. Thor.
It was an intimate, informal book-signing for his latest book, THE FIRST COMMANDMENT , and that fact gave me an opportunity to speak a bit with Mr. Thor. I told him I had never heard of him but that as a writer I felt compelled to meet a real author, let alone
When I got to my computer and investigated this event, I was blown away at the cost. It was less than two weeks away and putting a last minute trip to NYC for an event of this magnitude was a financial challenge. We were stretching dollars (squeezing the more appropriate word) at this point and as far as I was concerned, if there was a definition of a trip I could not afford, this was it. But Karen scoffed at me, dismissing the idea of not going. "If you really want to get this manuscript publish, you have to go." Then she reminded me. "And, you're forgeting, Brad Thor invited you!"
So, I went to ThrillerFest. I paid the last minute airfare, booked the mid-town Manhattan hotel, sent in my non-member attendee fee. When I landed at La Guardia I hailed a cab. I met my eventual publisher at AgentFest there and here I am now a published author with my novel on bookstore shelves across the country. And, true to his word, Brad later read my manuscript and gave me a wonderful blurb for my book jacket.
There are no coincidences anywhere in this tale. It is just a story of a naive guy who grew up on the southeast side of Chicago who always kept believing even someone like him could make his dream come true through the power of intention.
IDENTITY: LOST
National hardcover and Kindle release date: June 14, 2011
From Oceanview Publishing http://www.oceanviewpub.com/
www.pascalmarco.com
@fansofpascal
Facebook: Fans of Pascal Marco
Cover by: Foster Covers
I've had fun while promoting the book quoting Oprah's mantra, "There's no such thing as a coincidence" and I will tell you I have fully embraced this belief with Lady O. She has been the world's #1 proponent (besides my own personal life coach and wife, Karen) of the belief of the power of intention.
I had long believed that imagination was best left to children and seldom harnessed in adulthood. But then my belief system all changed about five years ago.
Things started to happen that felt coincidental but had a distinctly stronger message for me than just mere happenstance. One of the first was when I attended Game 5 of the 2005 ALCS Championship when the Chicago White Sox visited the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim. If my White Sox won this game then they would be playing in their first World Series in 46 years. Chance got me and a friend not only into a game when we were told no tickets were available but had us sitting in the opposition owner's box seats with his family.
The White Sox did win and that event spurred me on to write a story about it. That story turned into half-a-dozen more I wrote over the next year on a White Sox fan web site. By this time my desire to write seriously had been rekindled and I began to think about this story I had locked away for over twenty-five-years. Back in the '70s when I was a young father, living in Chicago, a boy had witnessed a murder on the lakefront and decided to come forward. But, tragically, his desire to do good turned into a life-changing situation, ultimately ending with the loss of his home and breakup of his family.
I plunged headlong into finding newspaper clippings of the details of that crime that had been committed along the shores of Lake Michigan in Burnham Park. Along the way, I discovered this rich, long forgotten history of the area where the crime was committed. That took me down another road and re-ignited my love of history, especially the local history of Chicago and Civil War history. I was completely hooked and spent every moment I could researching and writing and reading.
It was at about this same time I stumbled upon (notice the phrasing I used) the Scottsdale (Arizona) Writers Group. At the time, I was involved in keeping afloat an Internet business I had started and this was taking up the majority of my time. But I was too deep into my pledge to myself to not quit on this dream of writing something about this story. So, with a fair amount of trepidation, I walked into the group one day and announced I'd like to join. I was welcomed with warm smiles but more so by such an unselfish group of people who were willing to help me (as well as themselves) develop their writing skills and story ideas.
After two years of bringing in a new chapter every other week, I was done, and my novel was complete. How naive I was because from that point forward the real work had only just begun.
That was in March, 2008 and about two months later I had another serendipitous event occur that would change my life forever. I was summering in Lake Geneva, Wisconsin and one day saw a small poster at a local library announcing that New York Times best-selling author Brad Thor would be in a nearby town, signing his latest book. I had never heard of Brad Thor but a little voice inside me told me I had to go to this event and meet him in person. When would a budding novelist like me you ever expect to meet a NY Times best-selling author? So with my wife and brother-in-law in tow, both writers in their own right, we went to meet Mssr. Thor.
It was an intimate, informal book-signing for his latest book, THE FIRST COMMANDMENT , and that fact gave me an opportunity to speak a bit with Mr. Thor. I told him I had never heard of him but that as a writer I felt compelled to meet a real author, let alone
When I got to my computer and investigated this event, I was blown away at the cost. It was less than two weeks away and putting a last minute trip to NYC for an event of this magnitude was a financial challenge. We were stretching dollars (squeezing the more appropriate word) at this point and as far as I was concerned, if there was a definition of a trip I could not afford, this was it. But Karen scoffed at me, dismissing the idea of not going. "If you really want to get this manuscript publish, you have to go." Then she reminded me. "And, you're forgeting, Brad Thor invited you!"
So, I went to ThrillerFest. I paid the last minute airfare, booked the mid-town Manhattan hotel, sent in my non-member attendee fee. When I landed at La Guardia I hailed a cab. I met my eventual publisher at AgentFest there and here I am now a published author with my novel on bookstore shelves across the country. And, true to his word, Brad later read my manuscript and gave me a wonderful blurb for my book jacket.
There are no coincidences anywhere in this tale. It is just a story of a naive guy who grew up on the southeast side of Chicago who always kept believing even someone like him could make his dream come true through the power of intention.
IDENTITY: LOST
National hardcover and Kindle release date: June 14, 2011
From Oceanview Publishing http://www.oceanviewpub.com/
www.pascalmarco.com
@fansofpascal
Facebook: Fans of Pascal Marco
Cover by: Foster Covers
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