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If you read advice of better writers you'll learn things like; writers write every day, writers keep specific schedules, writers are only writers if they earn long lists of achievements and degrees, and most emphatically, writers write to sell.  Darn.

It's been many months since the release of the Prince of Furies, and it never sold.  I can't count family and friends, because they shouldn't be numbered among regular readers -- sorry folks.  I'm proud of this book, being third in the series, and consider it my best, but...

Passage of the Acolyte, in it's two parts, sold a few copies over the years -- and several giveaways put it in the hundreds worldwide.  Yes, hundreds -- not earth-shattering.  I hoped some of these good folks would return, leave comments, tell me it was a wonderful read, it sucked, or don't bother me with this Fantasy stuff.  Silence.

I'm catching on to the sign of the times.  Tweets, twitter, blurbs, fast this -- fast that.  Heck, even this blog entry is running too long for today's standards.  EPIC Fantasies may be a thing of the past...well, you know what I mean.  Epic means long -- painfully arduous, long stories -- as long as they remain unread.  But some things are worth the details, and some stories worth the telling -- and not in a tweet!

So, here I sit, ready to start Book Four of our beloved Outcast Alliance, and read or not read, the story carries on.  Maybe not so much a writer -- this storyteller has a tale or two to tell.
 


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