Four

Yesterday I turned 34. 30 years ago, on my fourth birthday, I received as a gift a sky-blue typewriter. I composed my first 'professional' story on it that night. No pencil, no pen, no crayon. No yellow, square paper for kids. This was 'professional' white paper, and it was typed.

Concept was pretty deep (for a four year old): older kids living in a house. One at home trying to guess who was in the next room by the sounds being made. And I tell you now, that at the age of four, with a limited vocabulary, I drafted a one-page story far better than a lot of crap I see being published now.

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Waiting Game

And so we're just waiting

and waiting

and waiting

and waiting

and waiting

and waiting

and waiting

for Amazon (dot) slow to update the cover art. Other than that, the book is available, and some people have already been purchasing it, kinda forcing my hand to do a soft advertisement. When all is up and going, then the big stuff hits.

In far greater news, I'm one chapter in on the new project. I'll have more news on that once 12 Stories High has been promoted better. I'm mad excited. I'll probably start chapter two either tonight or tomorrow.

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Source Code

The proof for 12 Stories High has been approved. The new edition of the book will be open to markets over the next coming days. I'll give a BLAST when the book is fully available for order online and in stores. It looks good.

My main concern is the update to online sites (amazon and barnes and noble...ect) for updating their catalog to reflect the new cover, so people know that a new version of the book is available. It took forever to update Code-47. Eventually, I had to bury my foot into people to get things current.

Gettin' my proper boots ready.

No April Foolin'.

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