I am finishing the mastering (read: fixing) the audio recording of Fatal Score in hopes of going live in time for an author event. (For those of you in Minnesota, it’s at The Loft in Minneapolis on February 26th. I’m one of eight writers participating. If you’re on my list, I’ll be bugging you about it shortly.)
Self-publishing has often been considered a failure on the part of the writer. My friends have been polite, but the serious writers among them are holding out for representation and the big time. I went ‘Amazon only’, which I think was a mistake, at least for me. So here I am at the computer, itching to begin novel #4, but instead excising plosives and other mouth noise from the audio.
But … but … but … today’s mail brought that medicine which we can all use: a good laugh. It came from a good friend, Weaver Gaines, which made it doubly sweet.
And here it is, courtesy of and no doubt copyrighted by the New Yorker.
Fatal Score islive on Amazon in both trade paperback and e-book. The formal launch here in Minneapolis is this coming Sunday, November 18th. The NFL has been considerate enough to move the Vikings-Bears game from midday to evening. In Minnesota, that means a bump in attendance for my 2:00 to 4:00 launch party.
I am grateful for some wonderful professional reviews and glad that the work to get the book properly listed is over. My advance copy readers are putting up their reviews. IngramSpark has produced the copies I need for the launch, libraries and so on faster than I expected. Goodreads is on line.
My next job is to market the book and to edit the audio version. It’s never ending, but I love the writing part. As I said in response to a Goodreads question, being in the business of writing is my hall pass to hang out with as smart, as creative, as interesting a group of people as I have ever known.