Vegas Dead-End

Hoodoo Brown and his gang

“Big Chief” Chino knew he had fucked up.  Hoodoo Brown was the meanest son-of-a-bitchin’ white man he’d ever met.  He had known a couple of loco Apache warriors who could have matched his violence but few could have matched his lack of humanity.  If Brown discovered the gold Chino had hidden; “Big Chief” would suffer the vilest death possible; nobody fucked Hoodoo Brown.

It was the late 1800’s and much of the uncivilized portions of the United States were a dog-eat-dog existence.  That way-of-life was dramatically demonstrated in Las Vegas, New Mexico.  The town had come into being as part of the Santa Fe Trail; but once the railroad reach this at-the-edge location, a whole new level of prosperity arrived.  Great fortune was accompanied by some of the worst elements in all of humankind.  Each one looking for a fast buck, or at least a moment of guilt free pleasure. 

Some of the most notorious characters of their time found their way to Vegas.  The lure was money and sex.  Often it was also a place to hide.  No lawman entered Vegas without the permission of Hoodoo Brown, who was the Justice of the Peace and County Coroner.  He ran everything with the help of his gang.  He was the law and the law breaker, all wrapped up in one package.

The railroad executives eventually brought a certain form of law and order, but for a time this was a wide open town; with Brown in charge.  It attracted the famous and worst the country had to offer; Doc Holliday, Big-Nose Kate, Jesse James, Billy the Kid, Bob Ford, Wyatt Earp, Rattlesnake Sam, Cock-Eyed Frank, Web-Fingered Billy, Hook Nose Jim, Stuttering Tom, Durango Kid, and Handsome Harry the Dancehall Rustler. 

That is the beginning of a new book Vegas Dead-End, # 4 in the Pacheco & Chino series.  My whole attitude toward this book goes back and forth; from enthused to tired.  I like the characters, but made a decision to end this series after a very difficult time finishing the last book, Four Corners War.  I was going to concentrate on the Vincent Malone books and let Ray Pacheco retire and spend his remaining days fishing.

It was a good plan for all concerned.  The flaw in the plan was that the Pacheco & Chino books sell better than my other books.  That’s good, but also bad.  I can claim my goal in writing books is to produce fine literature; or I could admit my goal is to sell books.  If selling books is the goal, it makes no sense to stop the P&C series since that is what the readers want.  Okay, yes; my goal is to sell books.  So, Vegas Dead-End is in the works.  Full time—whatever in the hell that means to me. 

I have no idea how many books indie authors sell.  As far as I know there is not a source for that data.  What I do know is that there are a ton of indie authors.  One way of knowing that is the amount of service businesses that cater to that audience.  My guess is that the only people making money off of indie books are those service providers.  If the indie book industry is not profitable, why are there so many people selling things to them?  It’s ego.  Indie authors are optimistic to a fault.

The number one marketing tool for indie authors is to give-away books.  Brilliant marketing scheme, spend money with advertisers developing a huge number of readers who only read free books and feed that audience an un-ending supply of such books.  It is embarrassing to me that I’m part of that madness.  Now you can make a case that free books grow an author’s brand, or that other books at full price will be sold because of the free book promotions; and I’m sure some of that is true.  And, of course, there is always the one example of a writer who gave away books and suddenly was discovered by the wider book audience and became an “instant” success.

Can’t blame free book readers—if the authors are dumb enough to offer their books for nothing, it isn’t up to the readers to say no—and complain; I would rather pay you something for your effort.

Then why do authors give away books?  Because it is the most affordable marketing tool available.  An indie author can run ads on Amazon, Facebook, or even Google (or a full page ad in the New York Times—there goes my retirement stash)—but it is expensive and without some kind of hook or name recognition, difficult to cost justify.  Free book sites are cheap and you get results.  It’s just that the results have questionable value. I now have another free book reader who only reads free books. Yippee!

The people who know what an author should do to sell books advise much of the same type of stuff.  Even this blog is considered an essential part of establishing a “brand.”  I’m starting to think a bunch of this is just nonsense. 

My plan right now is to spend time writing books.  The one piece of advice I have received about achieving goals in writing that I believe in the most, is to write.  Just write the best book you can and let the chips fall where they may.  I’m going to discontinue this blog on a regularly scheduled basis and devote the energy associated with this effort towards creating new books.

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Hope isn’t a strategy

As you get older you tend to stay at home; maybe out of necessity or perhaps desire.  If you’re no longer going to work, it becomes the new normal to stay put; except for trips to the doctor or grocery store.  Even before coronavirus, groceries were being delivered and medical advice was available via telehealth.  Without much thought I had become something of a hermit in the middle of millions of people.  And, it was essentially okay with me.

I have worked within many different business environments; from large corporations to small family operations.  One common thread between these very different worlds was meetings.  Meetings in the massive corporate world often became the job.  Your entire reason for being is to attend or conduct meetings.  The first thing I don’t miss about business engagement is commuting; the second is meetings.  Meetings are normal in big companies but it might surprise you to know they also are normal in small companies.  The amount of time and effort wasted related to meetings must be huge.

Scattered throughout my working life have been periods where I worked for myself.  Except for the lack of financial security, these were my best jobs.  One of those jobs was as a financial consultant.  I helped businesses, large and small, deal with problems.  Usually this was a lack of cash problem and the owner was basically looking for someone to perform magic and fix his poorly run company.  While voodoo may have some benefit for particular ailments it is not very useful for bad management.

If you follow this blog you know that I’m a baseball fan and I’m currently following my favorite team, the Colorado Rockies, in their simulated season.  This is a computer generated simulation of the games based on historical statistics.  So the simulated 2020 season will look much like the 2017-2019 seasons because it is based on that data—interesting but not a real prediction because you cannot predict the surprise outcome—which happens in sports all of the time.  Businesses also use the past to make decisions about the future-even when the past is not good. Just like baseball and the surprise MVP no one expected; businesses are now dealing with a surprise of mega proportions. A pandemic that has shut down a significant portion of economic activity. Planning a strategy for this circumstances is almost impossible. Hope is the strategy.

A financial consultant for a troubled company is being asked to recommend changes that will correct past errors—and almost always the company will retain the bad management that caused the problems in the first place.  No consultant recommends the owner/CEO be fired and replaced with someone halfway competent—because it is the owner/CEO who hired you.

So the consultant recommends the same ol’ “improvements,” holds a bunch of meetings, writes a report—and leaves with a check.  Knowing that nothing will change and soon the company will be bankrupt.  It’s just a game; because the one recommendation that makes sense is not an option.

Today we are in a financial situation for all businesses that has never been seen before.  There is no historical reference.  There are no proven methods to form a basis to establish a game-plan.  Even firing the current management would not fix this problem. 

The businesses that are thriving right now (Amazon, Walmart, Netflex, Instacart, Dominos Pizza, Clorox) will dominate the recovery.  Every other business will be on the ropes.  While I believe that to be true it is not based on any analysis of past experience because there is no data from the past to use as a basis of forecasting the future.  My best guess is that staying at home becomes the new normal.  We give up freedom and unlimited options for security and comfort. 

Meetings, the true lifeblood of so many businesses, become less frequent. Sure you can teleconference but you need good equipment and patience to make it work without glitches. It might start to occur to everyone that the point of the meeting was no longer relevant. Plus everything is so depressing. The owner/CEO never listened anyway.

Business activity will change forever, our interactions with fellow humans will not be the same, congregating will become taboo.  Nothing will stay the same.

While that new world might fit me—for many it will be difficult.  Human connections had become more tenuous before the coronavirus; but after, they will become frayed to the point of breaking.  What that brings may be worse than the virus.  Let’s hope not.

For a rather bleak analysis of the science behind the modeling for this pandemic and how that will impact reality going forward read this Defense One article

Ignoring the top portion of this blog, I think my best attribute as a writer is my humor.  Every book I have written, even the droll Muckraker series, has humor. 

One of my favorite series of books was Robert B. Parker’s Spenser series.  I couldn’t wait to buy the next book (often in the overpriced hardback version) to read the latest exchange between Spenser and Hawk.  It was just great.  Often these books had a very thin (I’m being kind) plot, but the dialog between the two characters was worth the price of admission.

I’ve tried to capture some of that goodhearted but pointed humor in the exchanges between Ray Pacheco and Tyee Chino.  Their relationship grew in the books, and I think in the last book in the series (so far) Four Corners War reached close to the level of Spenser and Hawk—maybe not there yet; but getting closer.

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Simulated Realities for Unreal Times

I’m a baseball fan.  My team is the Colorado Rockies.  Obviously baseball is not a very high priority considering all of the consequences of the pandemic; but it may be what I miss the most.  It’s okay with me to stay at home (I would have mostly done that anyway) and to social or physical distance.  But, no baseball; that is hard.

The latest proposal is to have games begin in Arizona spring training parks with no travel and no fans.  Not sure about the issues that brings up about health, logistics and adequate lighting in those parks (can’t play many day games in Arizona in July unless your inside or have a death wish)—but if that can happen, that would be great.  Baseball on TV would suddenly make the world seem more normal—even if it isn’t.

One of the Rockies’ blogs is running a simulation season.  So far the Rockies are 6-4 while underperforming offensively.  If this was the real Rockies, it would be a great start.  Even knowing it is just computer magic, I’m following the results of the games.  It can be watched on Youtube, although I have not done that yet.  My guess is that I could be just as engrossed in the make-believe game as the real game.  Why is that?

First it is because I’m already familiar with the players.  Their strengths and weaknesses and their prospects.  If this was just fictional players, would it be the same?  Probably not.  But, on the other hand, if I had enough background information and history, would I get to know fake players just as well as real players; the obvious answer is yes.  I’ve never met a real player, and you might even say I don’t know if they really are “real” players.  Maybe the sports people on TV or the sports writers for newspapers all made up these players and their histories.  Okay, of course, that is not true—right?

If the future is that we never congregate again, would make-believe sports become a computer generated reality?  Could be.  Obviously car companies and beer makers need something to feature their ads.  Why not simulated games?  The graphics would keep getting better, and with more money tossed in that direction, they would no doubt improve to a new level of reality. 

If sports can be simulated how about government?  I know government does not have the huge database of statistics to support a computer simulation like the numbers crazy sports world, but couldn’t it be done?  Rather than have real people deciding our fate let’s have computers make decisions based on some ideal objective.  So elections would not be about politicians but we would vote for the simulation model.  Running this year is the “profits at all costs” model verses “justice for all” model.  So the election would be about picking the logical basis for the simulation—a team of programmers.  They could still be labeled the Red and Blue teams, or we could pick different colors.

Of course, this would mean that on occasion we would have to unplug our government and plug it back in hoping that it would reboot.  Or maybe if the computer died, the head IT guy would have the authority to run the government until the computer was fixed; but what if he liked the power and never turned the computer back on?  Yeah, a few issues to resolve; sort of like baseball.

In the processes of having some of my books proof read, again.  I know I should not tell you this since I would prefer that you believe my books are grammatically and in all other ways perfect.  Well, if you believe that, I would like to talk to you about the magic beans I have for sale.

I’ve often defended some of my “typos” with the caveat that I’m a story teller and not the best proof reader.  And that is the truth—but still a bad excuse.  It’s not that I haven’t hired editors or proof readers, I have; it is just a difficult task to find every last misplaced comma or missing quotation mark or any of the other annoying mistakes. 

This is about the third round of proofing for my books; and still we are finding a few oopses (don’t believe oopses is a word but what the hell it’s my blog).  I say “we” in the royal sense of someone else doing it while I watch.  How can this be with so many readings?  It seems the human brain can self-correct as we read.  Humans are smart in some things and dumb in others.

Computers once again help us by pointing out the most obvious mistakes.  Word or other programs highlight our faults.  Of course writers will do things Word does not like, and we ignore the highlighted problem because the “mistake” is intended for creative reasons.  Writing is more than grammar or even spelling– it is art.  I like that line and I’m sticking to it.  Not sure I want computers replacing real baseball or sloppy government, but I’m damn sure I don’t want them replacing writers.

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New Beginnings

One of the truths in life is that we learn more about ourselves when we fail than when we succeed.  Suffering often creates reflection and self-analysis along with the grief.  The Covid-19 pandemic will change the world—forever, and many will suffer (or worse).  At this point we have no idea what life will be like in two or three years, but there is no question it will be different.

Many people hope we will return very quickly to where we were just a few months ago—not going to happen.  The disruption of this crisis will be dramatic.  It is very possible that the issues of the disease itself will not be solved for a couple of years; but no question the economic impact will change everything. 

We can think of our country as a person who has suffered a great tragic event.  The pain starts to lessen pretty quickly but the emotional toll can last forever; because the person has changed.  The way they look at life will always be different.  How those changes will manifest themselves is not knowable at this point.  All we can hope for is that some of the changes are for the better. 

Fiction writing is just making stuff up.  Telling stories about things that didn’t really happen; except in the writer’s head.  Of course, most fiction has some vein of truth.  For me it is often the setting.  I place my made up stories in locations that are real and familiar to me.  Other fiction authors will create a whole new world for their stories and characters to live in.  Sounds like a lot of work.  I’ll stick with the familiar.

Locations for me are often small towns in New Mexico or Colorado.  These are places that are not often known to many readers.  That means that most people don’t know if I making stuff up about one of those places or not.  And, of course, If I need to add some element that does not exist in the real town to fit my narrative—I do just that.  Need a building where there isn’t one—no problem; how about a river or a road or a …………., whatever.  After all, it is still a work of fiction.

When I first moved to the desert southwest it was a time of turmoil.  Much of my world had been turned upside down by a downturn in the oil and gas industry.  I had achieved a certain level of success as a financial person in that fast moving industry.  People were making a lot of money.  There was a lot about the time that I didn’t like, but the money was unbelievable. 

In a matter of months everything fell apart.  It sure wasn’t a virus, but it had that kind of contagious feel.  The whole industry became sick and collapsed.  Outside of my employment I owned a business that was dependent on that economy—so lost my job and my business; all in a matter of months.

I was fortunate to find a good job in a place I had never heard of, Las Cruces, New Mexico.  Wasn’t real sure about moving to that place but I needed a job.  First impression was bad.  Flew to El Paso, Texas, for an interview.  It looked abandoned.  Everything was barren; ugly.  On the drive from El Paso to Las Cruces it didn’t get better.  I took the job because I had few options.

My wife and family joined me later and described the place as barren and ugly—I said oh, no!  This is a great place; you’ll get used to it.  I had been there for some time by then; and I was still not used to it, but sharing that info would not have been helpful.

Soon it became home, and we learned to love it.  The desert can be barren but also beautiful.  Cactus flowers are some of the most gorgeous flowers I had ever seen.  The multi-ethic culture was invigorating—and the food was fabulous.  We made new friends and the desert became home.

I hadn’t painted in years and suddenly everything I saw I wanted to paint.  The painting urge would come and go based on other aspects of my life but overall the move to the ugly, barren desert was inspiring.  Plus, it laid the foundation for many of the books I have written, both in locations and characters.  It all started with something bad, but soon it was good; a new beginning.

My aspiration in life was to be an artist; a painter.  In college I started as an art major and ended with a degree in accounting.  A great artist would not have done that—but I didn’t want to starve.  I was not a great artist, so I gave up art.  The only time in my life I have painted a lot was during the bad times. 

When things have gotten rough I have always turned to something creative.  I look at all of those paintings stored in the basement and I see a lot of pain.    

Writing is my go-to creative activity now.  The way things are headed it could be a productive time ahead. 

Stay safe and paint or draw or write or…………

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Nothing Is Normal

Been working on a new business book in the Success Paths series.  If you’re a regular reader, you know about my financial background; so along with mystery books, I have been writing about small business.  Now that the world has been turned upside down,  it could be years before the “normal” paths to success will have meaning.  Oh, sure the basics of making a profit will still exist; but much will change after this virus crisis—and never be the same again.

Survival mode becomes gut decision time.  I’ve worked with many businesses over the years that were dealing with a self-induced crisis, and almost always the owner had gone to a no analysis approach and trusted gut instincts to make short-term survival decision.  I have seen this reaction from small business and also giant corporations.  Big companies have the same instinct; reduce the number of people making decisions, and trust only yourself (owner or CEO). 

There’s logic in that; if a bad decision means your death, you sure the hell don’t give that decision to some dumb accountant, or consultant, or your brother-in-law. 

The local paper here, The Denver Post, announced in the last week or so that they were dropping a regular sports section due to the lack of sports activity.  I’m not an expert on the newspaper business but that sounded like one of the dumbest decisions they could make.  Have no idea what percentage of their readers consider the sports section a key reason they pay for the paper; but I would guess it’s pretty high. 

Almost all of their news coverage in available somewhere else, usually for free and delivered much quicker.  For many papers if there is a reporter who is known it is going to be a sports reporter.  So the most unique aspect of your paper will be dropped because there are no games to report.  Somebody does not understand sports.

Sports is gossip.  And gossip goes on with or with the games.  Trades, the drafts, predictions, player’s opinions about anything, guesses about who will start or not start—this stuff is endless.  A non-sports person would look at that and probably not believe readers would be interested; but that is the heart of sports, not the games.  It was a bad decision based on a crisis; no doubt, made by someone who didn’t understand sports and was looking to save some money. 

I canceled my subscription.  So what?  Well for one, I will now break the habit of reading that paper; and for sure it was a habit.  Almost all of the news was something I had already been informed about on television or on-line.  No doubt based on the response, the Post seemed to immediately back-track.  They can bring back the sports page with great fanfare; but the habit is broken.

This will happen with many businesses that are forced to close or reduce hours during the Coronavirus scare.  All humans are creatures of habit and if that habit is broken; humans will make new decisions about where they eat or shop.  Probably based on something new and flashy.

Another aspect of this latest business interruption will be that every bad business decision made over the last year will now be blamed on the Coronavirus crisis.  No matter how absurd the connection, businesses will find some way to justified bad business practices of the past on this current mess.  Blame shifting and cover-ups are definitely human qualities.

For me, this means the series of business books I was considering may not be relevant for a while.  If this shutdown or slowdown goes on for months who knows what the small business world will look like.  Some things will stay the same, but many aspects of business practices could change.

I have written one business book and part of a second.  Those will be put on a “wait and see” hold until there is an outcome of this troubling time. 

So rather than business answers, it will be murder mysteries for me.  The fictional world is a lot easier to deal with anyway.  There is no circumstance in the fictional world I can’t clean up in a chapter or two.  The real world, on the other hand, is a lot more difficult to fix.

Current mystery book projects include:  Durango Two Step, Dr. Hightower and Vegas Dead End.  DTS is easing towards completion, DH is confused and awaiting some inspiration and VDE is new and secret.  Yes, it is a secret book: not good for sales but I don’t have to be embarrassed if I don’t finish it.  Wait a minute, something seems wrong here.  Not to worry, if no one reads this week’s blog it will still be secret.

Audiobooks of Dog Gone Lies, Sky High Stakes and Four Corners War are moving along at a brisk pace.  DGL is complete and in review.  I’m confident all three audiobooks will be released by June or July.

Santa Fe MojoFree download today 3/27/20 on Amazon

Battling health issues, mostly reoccurring bouts of gout, Vincent Malone, tough-guy legal investigator, is looking for a quiet place to heal and wait for retirement.  Malone was once a promising hot-shot Dallas attorney, but booze and bad judgement brought that and his marriage to an abrupt end.  Since his fall from grace he has provided private investigation services to Denver lawyers, utilizing his legal background to a new advantage.  Malone just lost his last client due to his unreliability.  He was now headed south, not sure what the future would hold.  Malone takes a know-nothing job as a shuttle driver for a new B&B in Santa Fe and life takes a surprising turn.  The Blue Door Inn’s first guests are clients of a big-time sports agent out of LA who resides part-time in Santa Fe.  The meeting was supposed to be a celebration of success, but just before the meeting it was discovered that all of the money the agent was managing for his professional athlete clients is missing. 

Missing millions, sexual entanglements, troubling personal histories brews into murder.  Malone suddenly finds himself in the middle of a major murder case with the lead detective giving him the evil eye.  A surprise entrant to this mix is an aging gun-slinger attorney.  Malone and he team up to find the real killer and clear an innocent man.

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Mild Obsessions

In the U.S. many people are “hunkered down,” hoarding toilet paper, watching alarming television and buying guns.  Nothing to worry about here.  In my world I had been doing a couple of those things for some time; and no, hoarding toilet paper was not one of them.

Writing is a one-person activity.  Others may contribute by editing or even kibitzing; but during the writing phase it’s just a one-person job.  The more engaged I am with the story the more I withdraw; this does not make me a great companion.  Social distancing has been my modus operandi for some time.  However, social distancing sounds so much better than self-absorbed asshole.

My writing over the last few months has not been consistent.  Of course, I broke my arm which didn’t help; but the writing was already stalled before that event.  I’ve read other authors talk about the importance of writing every day, and I can sure see the logic in that, as far as achieving a goal of a completed book—just keep plugging away.  What I have not been able to do is stay sufficiently self-absorbed to allow the words to flow.  I’m sure this won’t show up as a requirement to being a successful, and productive author; but it would appear to me that being a self-absorbed asshole might be a necessary quality. 

We all set priorities in our lives, allowing us to concentrate on what is most important.  There are people who would list fishing or golfing or even work as their top priorities.  But if encouraged to think about it a little deeper, most would list different things, such as: family, happiness or health.  The most creative, obsessed artist, writer, self-absorbed asshole would say their “work” is the most important; or said another way, they are the most important thing in their life.

For reasons based mostly on his photographs, I think of Tolstoy in this tormented, obsessed category.  There is no doubt based on the photos –the man was nuts.  War and Peace had over 500 characters, another reason to conclude he wasn’t sane.  Many of the greatest creative people in history had a very loose grip on sanity.  So is that good to be nuts and bad to be “normal?”  Only if you are interested in writing a 1200 page novel.

On the other hand, mild obsession might be okay. 

I’m in the process of researching a new book.  The story will take place in Las Vegas, New Mexico.  At one time (long ago) I had a consulting practice with offices in Las Cruces and Albuquerque.  I had clients all over New Mexico.  One of my clients was located in Las Vegas.  It is close to a 5-hour drive from Las Cruces to Las Vegas or about 300 miles.  New Mexico is a huge, sparsely populated state. 

For many of my client visits, I would spend a few nights in Las Vegas and got to know the town.  It is a very unusual and interesting place; with a ton of history.  They have over 900 buildings listed on the National Historical Building register.

“The arrival of the railroad on July 4, 1879, brought with it businesses, development and new residents, both respectable and dubious. Murderers, robbers, thieves, gamblers, gunmen, swindlers, vagrants, and tramps poured in, transforming the eastern side of the settlement into a virtually lawless brawl. Among the notorious characters were such legends of the Old West as: dentist Doc Holliday and his girlfriend Big Nose Kate, Jesse James, Billy the Kid, Wyatt Earp, Mysterious Dave Mather, Hoodoo Brown, and Handsome Harry the Dancehall Rustler.

Historian Ralph Emerson Twitchell once claimed regarding the Old West, “Without exception there was no town which harbored a more disreputable gang of desperadoes and outlaws than did Las Vegas.”

I think this is going to be a fun backdrop for my next mystery novel (yet to be named). 

Hyman G. Neill, better known as Hoodoo Brown, was the leader of the Dodge City Gang in Las Vegas, New Mexico, in 1879 and early 1880. According to Harold Thatcher, curator of the Rough Rider Museum in Las Vegas, Hoodoo was “the baddest cowboy of them all.” He was described as tall and thin, with light hair, a rakish look, and a small moustache.

When Hoodoo arrived in Las Vegas, New Mexico, he found it was developing a reputation as a lawless place filled with outlaws, confidence tricksters, murderers and thieves. His displeasure with this led to his election as Justice of the Peace for East Las Vegas. He also served as coroner and mayor of the town, and recruited several former gunfighters from Kansas to form a police force. However, the force was as lawless as the criminals they were supposed to be policing. Called the “Dodge City Gang,” the force included J. J. Webb as the town marshal, Mysterious Dave Mather, Joe Carson, “Dutchy” Schunderberger and Dave Rudabaugh.

Wow, what wonderful names.  Can’t wait to get this started.  Starting to feel mildly obsessed, again.

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Holy Cow! What the Fudge!

If I didn’t know myself so well, I wouldn’t believe this next statement either; soon a Ted Clifton audiobook will be available.  Many of you may say, oh sure; I’ll believe that when I see it.  I wouldn’t blame you at all.  Some of you have followed the confusing story of the Santa Fe Mojo audiobook.  It started in October of 2018 and limped along all of the way through 2019 and finally died in 2020.   Up to the very last, I believed there would be an audiobook; but I was wrong.

The people I was working with are talented people who have done many things for me and have a vast number of skills.  How this got so delayed, and eventually canceled, is not completely clear to me, but what is clear is that it was nobody’s fault.  Anybody who has not experienced stupid bad luck just has not tried much stuff.  I know people who are totally risk adverse; but they are often the first to criticize someone for failing at something new.  Failing is a critical part of learning.

I think we live in a climate where if something goes wrong, the first order of business is to find someone to blame.  Some of this blame seeking is nothing more than an unwillingness to accept personal blame for anything.  There has never been a car accident where someone said; my fault.  When anything goes wrong the first impulse is finger pointing. 

Most things that fail are based on a combination of bad luck and numerous mistakes by almost all involved.  Nobody was pleased with the outcome of the SFM audiobook—there were no winners.  But, at least, it’s over.  The SFM audiobook project is officially dead.  Long live Dog Gone Lies audiobook.

Yes, the production of Dog Gone Lies, Sky High Stakes and Four Corners War has begun.  I’ve lost a lot of time in the audiobook arena so decided to do all three P&C books at once.  Now we will see how it goes.  I will be holding my breath for several months in anticipation of a successful project.  If it isn’t, at least there will be new people to blame.


The world seems to be in a mess.  We’ve got hateful politics, terrible TV shows and COVID-19.  Is this the end of the world or just a bad season?  No matter the subject in America, there seems to be two sides taking opposing positions.  It’s a crisis; no, it’s a hoax.  Maybe, in some way, we’ve always been this way; but it does seem worse. 

This could also be impacted by our apparent need for enemies.  You can’t blame others unless there are others.  Enemies have become more important than friends.  The more enemies you have, the less responsible you are for anything.  All of the bad stuff is because of the evil enemies.

I tend to blame myself for everything.  The SFM audiobook was a total failure—my fault.  The world is going to hell—my fault.  Sure, I’ve got my pet enemies; who are screwing things up right and left; but mostly if it directly affects me—it’s my fault.


My books are full of gritty language—profanity to some.  The majority of my bad reviews are due to the language, because it offends some.  I’m now wondering if that was a mistake; especially because I got into the habit of having a prologue which usually contains a concentration of these words.

From a creative point-of-view I think the language is appropriate and fits the story.  My stories involve gangsters, murderers, people under great stress and odd-ball characters who use foul language.  Wouldn’t the stories be different without those words?  I think so, but it has led to some rather unfriendly reviews.

The language issue came up with the new audiobooks.  I had requested auditions from narrators and received great responses from many talented people.  As part of the detail information it was stated that the books contain “gritty” language.  One of the narrators wrote back and said that they were offended by bad language; but if it was okay, they would substitute their less offensive words as they read.

I suppose there was some logic in that?  Here is a book you have spent hours, days and months writing and doing it in a particular way—choosing words that convey your story and characters in a fashion that makes sense to you; but someone else finds them offensive—is it okay to change them?  Of course, that was not acceptable.

The request to use different words than the author’s in narrating a book seemed to me to fit into the world where if it does not please me, then the world should change to match what I want.  My sensibilities must be protected.  The best way to accomplish that is to live in a bubble.  Only associate with people of my tribe, watch TV shows that reflect my views, shun all dissenting views and pretend I know everything—since I do.

I was almost tempted to have the person with their own non-gritty words do an audition.  I was curious to hear what words they would use in place of my well understood, time-tested offensive ones.  But then I decided that was not fair; so I advised that person that my project was probably not a good fit for them.  We both returned to our bubbles; secure in knowing we were right.

Thanks for being a reader (listener?)!

On The Other Hand

For lots of reasons, mostly beyond my control, still have not produced an audio book.  Was in the process with Santa Fe Mojo but that fell apart.  Have some discussions going on about Dog Gone Lies; and, hopefully, in a few months that ends up with an audio book version. 

One of the steps in this latest process was to ask for auditions for a narrator.  Somewhat overwhelmed by the response.  Not only was the number of respondents large, but the overall quality of the narration auditions was amazing.  There are some very talented people narrating audio books. 

I’ll keep you informed as this moves along; and hopefully, will actually end up with a real audio book.


I have beat this drum before.  More “reading is good for you” thoughts from the Healthline web site.

“Research shows that regular reading:

  • improves brain connectivity
  • increases your vocabulary and comprehension
  • empowers you to empathize with other people
  • aids in sleep readiness
  • reduces stress
  • lowers blood pressure and heart rate
  • fights depression symptoms
  • prevents cognitive decline as you age
  • contributes to a longer life

That’s an impressive list.  And, of course, as a bonus you might enjoy whatever your reading.


Just finished reading an author interview (no reason to mention his name), who was bragging about being able to write a book in a week.  Besides being an annoying individual, he seems to think he has accomplished something of value.  Let me be clear, I have not read this guy’s books, and it was not clear in the interview if these are 5,000 word “books” or if they are 70,000; but the idea that streamlined books produced in a matter of minutes has merit felt wrong to me.

I have mentioned on several occasions that the best path to success in the e-book world seems to be to have a large number of books all in one series –by large I mean 40, 60 or more.  So the annoying author in the interview is using his speed writing skill to take advantage of a market—I should admire him more, but I don’t. 

I’m a fast writer (when I can stay focused on one project) and would consider it an accomplishment to write a whole novel in two to three months; I can’t imagine how you can write an entire book in only a few days.  Of course, if you can, more power to you; but I don’t think I would brag about it.


I have not read much about this, but as I was listening to auditions for a narrator for Dog Gone Lies, it crossed my mind:  would I have written differently if I was writing just for an audio book?  Reading a book out loud seems to change the feeling of the narrative.  Sometimes in good ways and sometimes in bad ways.  Thinking about incorporating reading my new books out loud as part of the editing process.  I think some authors do that; but I have not.  On the other-hand, if the book was written with a focus on how it sounds, would it become more of a play with author notes than a book?  All I know for sure is that the book sure sounds different with someone reading than with my voice in my head.


One of the benefits of reading, as listed above, is “empowers you to empathize with other people”.  Understanding flawed characters in the context of their world does expand our sympathy for less than perfect humans.  In most of our lives there are very few people we get to know well enough to know their inner faults and still care about the individual.  In books, that is almost all characters of interest.  It gives us insight without the pain of dealing with a flawed friend. 

I have mentioned this before, all of my characters are flawed.  Not because I think all humans are like that; but a character in a novel would be very boring if they were perfect.  The flaws make them real. 


Good to see March roll around.  I can definitely say I’m tired of winter.  Besides falling and breaking my arm while shoveling snow, I have been unusually blue this winter—and that is not smurf blue.  Very little writing going on.  When I’m not engaged with my writing everything seems slightly off.  Maybe warmer weather will lead to a productive year after all—and a more upbeat blog.

My goal for the year is still the same; two new fiction books– Durango Two Step (Vincent Malone #4) and a surprise second book along with a non-fiction business book.  Also very excited about the possibilities of some audio books for all of you non-reader readers (or is that listeners).  By the way those health bennies for reading are probably not the same for listening—but you could be jogging while listening, which would be a major health benefit.

Thanks for being a reader!

Writing for the joy of it; and a few peanuts

Mentioned last week that I might use repeats for the blog this week due to my arm injury; but, good news, writing (typing) is not causing me any complications.  Thinking is sometimes on the blink, but that’s a different problem.

This blog focuses on books and writing, especially indie books.  While writing is a passion for many authors, the money side of this activity is a big factor in what is written and what is read.  Keep in mind most authors write because it gives them something that is important, regardless of the money; but a little money would not hurt. 

A friend of mine passed along a white paper from the Author’s Guild titled “The Profession of Author in the 21st Century.”  Many pages of stats and interesting detail.  Let me summarize—it is bleak.  Most authors today cannot make a living just writing, much less only producing books.  If you are looking for a good paying profession, consider something else.

No big news to anyone associated with book writing and publishing.  A few top authors make tons of money, everybody else barely survives.  Publishers are only paying good advances to sure-thing celebrity (or at least famous [is that different?]) authors.  Tell-all political gossip books look lucrative.

The real world consequences of this is very possibly, almost nothing.  You can bemoan the fact that literature as a word may not have much meaning in the future—but who cares?  The readers?  The authors?  Literature means: written works, especially those considered of superior or lasting artistic merit.  Maybe that world has already gone?

The white paper places a lot of the blame on Amazon.  As an indie author I have a love/hate relationship with Amazon.  The publishing world was once totally controlled by a few people in New York (okay, it still is), who would not have given me the time it took to say no.  The business model of the major publishers (of which there are only five) incorporates a snobbery that’s more like royalty than anything relatable to “best practices” (or for that matter common sense).  The fact that the publishing world has become more challenging and less controlling of all things related to books is no doubt good news.  Or is it?  Or who gives a shit?  But why blame elitist publishers for the dark cloud over book publishing when you can blame Amazon and its computers?

Without Amazon my books probably wouldn’t even exist.  Self-publishing existed long before Amazon; but it was targeted to a different audience.  Self-publishers once offered personal attention and care for a price.  These vanity projects resulted in a few books being distributed by the author to their friends and family; not much impact on the “real” book world.  Amazon offered something new, a presence in the book market place to almost anyone who wanted it.  How you presented yourself in the market was up to you; but the market was open.  Amazon changed self-publishing from a small number of vanity projects to a large (way too many) number of indie authors who are producing a million plus books a year.  More books than can or will be read.

The downside of Amazon is the devaluing of books themselves.  There are many readers today who only read free or almost free books.  It is the same thing that happened to music.  Free sounds reasonable to the consumer.  Maybe the consumer is stupid and thinks these creative things just arise by themselves with no effort or cost; why shouldn’t they be free, or maybe the consumer says; if you, as the creative person behind these things, offers them to me for free—you’re the stupid person, not me.  The real stupidity is ever offering these creative works for free in the first place.  But when the competition is so intense for visibility in the vastness of millions of books, what are the options.  The only winner in any of this is Amazon, which, of course, is what creates the resentment and eventually the hate.

The ugly side of market dominance is that Amazon gets to make the rules.  Indie authors have no power and thus make little money.  There are exceptions; but they are few.  I’m not sure literature is dead, but I think it is seriously wounded.  The major publishers want proven winners or at least famous/infamous names, that leaves little room for serious, but unknown, authors.  The indie author’s path to success seems to be writing a large number of books with a new book every three months or so tied into an ongoing series; not exactly the path toward literature.  I tend to think that literature was dead a long time ago, we just didn’t notice; because there was no sizable audience for such writing.

My books have no pretentions towards literature, they are written to be entertainment.  Still they’re worth more than free; but that’s on me, nobody else.  When I started writing I thought I could make a little money writing and that is exactly what has happened; I make a little.  At least it’s not zero.

In the Author’s Guild white paper, they seemed to suggest solutions that had something to do with Amazon not having such a vice grip on the industry, they would probably return to the “good-old-days”, when snooty agents manned the gates to the publishing world; not sure that is better.  Maybe a guaranteed income to all creative people?  Why do I think that would increase the number of creative people; but not creative results.  

The only way to force Amazon to share more of the wealth would be if it benefited them; which it wouldn’t.  Every day there are thousands of new authors offering Amazon a consignment product and if it sells –giving Amazon a percentage. Plus, those same saps pay Amazon to advertise their books on Amazon, so Amazon can make money selling more books, and also make money not selling those books.  You’ve got to admire their system—it is designed to do one thing; make them money—and it works.

I will write another book or maybe two or –hell who knows how many; and will not make much money.  Why?  I think many creative people are masochists and I might be one.  Or they gain a sense of personal worth that has more value than just money—not sure about that either.  Before I wrote books I painted pictures—I’ve made ten times the money writing as painting—so I guess, I’m moving up in the world.  Thanks Amazon.

Thanks for being a reader!

A sad note. Clive Cussler died this week. I read many of his books over the years and while I found the circumstances on some a little over-the-top, I loved them. Always a fun read.

He lived in the Denver area (where I live) and on several occasions thought about trying to make contact; never did. Interesting that this week’s blog is about making money writing books, Cussler was supposedly worth about $120 million; now that is writing success. He will be missed.

Tumbles and Reading

Winters in Colorado can be mild or not so mild.  Snow and ice are normal, usually welcomed as part of this beautiful world.  However, along with this joy of white landscapes comes shoveling.  Until that big one shows up with heavy wet snow measured in feet, I kinda enjoy shoveling the snow.  It’s one of those little accomplishments that helps us feel productive.  But on an occasion there is an oops.  I had an oops.  Slipped on the ice and took a not so acrobatic tumble.  After some brief moments of “what just happen isms”, got up and managed to make it inside.  Falling on the ice comes so swiftly that there is no chance to anticipate or dread; one second you’re just fine; and the next, flat on your back with many areas of pain.  And, the worse part, there is no one to blame except yourself.

Net result, I broke my arm.  Writers do not need broken arms.  Good news is that my arm movements are only restricted– did not need a cast.  With a little office re-engineering and a lower table for my keyboard, I’m typing again; just a little slower. 

Obviously this causes some complications with this blog and my progress on current book projects.  I am able to write, just much slower and with many, many rest breaks.  This will have impact on the blog, newsletter and other writing for about a month (I hope no longer than that).  But none of that will stop completely.

This week’s blog (and probably next) will be reprints from past blogs.  After that, my plan is to get back to my normal pattern.  Thanks for your patience.

Fewer Readers Reading Less

I grew up in a household where reading was honored.  This was mostly based on my father’s love of books.  There wasn’t a lot of family discussion about books, but it was obvious they were important.  My father’s bookcase was held in high regard and given a prime location in the living space.  Both of my parents grew up in households that did not have a lot of possessions.  Books would have been a luxury.  My father in particular was raised in very humble conditions.  As his own new family became more prosperous in post WWII America he purchased books and they became his treasures, a luxury he had never experienced as a child.  Coming from this background reading became a habit and a source of great pleasure for me.  Reading books was something I just did, it was natural.

Taking an unscientific survey during Thanksgiving, it is apparent people are reading less and in many cases not at all.  I have read the stories about the decline in hours spent reading books and knew this was happening; but it is still kind of shocking to talk to relatives and realize the new normal is to not read; at all.  Not one book in years or maybe decades, I can’t imagine not reading.  Of course, I write books so I have lots of reasons to be shocked at this trend.

And it is a trend.  The decline in reading has been going on for a couple of decades.  Lots of factors but the most likely culprit is TV.  You would think the number of hours spent watching TV would have peeked somewhere in the past and leveled off, nope.  It is increasing.  People are watching more and more television.  Some of this, I’m sure, is due to the increased options being offered, streaming services and vast numbers of channels on cable.  With the average hours of daily TV watching increasing substantially in the last ten years; there is no time to read.

Reading, TV watching, smoking are all habits.  Once you stop some activity the habit goes away and usually something else fills that need.  TV apparently has filled the entertainment, information need of books.  Many people will think so what, entertainment and information from TV is just as good as books.  Maybe so; but most experts (whoever they are), say it is not the same.

In an article for The New Yorker, Caleb Crain observes: “In a culture of secondary orality, we may be less likely to spend time with ideas we disagree with,” (He) wrote. “I suspected that people might become less inclined to do fact checking on their own; forced to choose between conflicting stories, they would “fall back on hunches.”  Note– “secondary orality”—(is) a sociological term for a post-literate culture.

A post-literate culture–doesn’t that sound alarming?  To me it does.  Our brains function in certain ways and it matters how we get our information.  Reading seems to reinforce many good qualities about “thinking” that do not seem to transfer to such things as television watching.

I don’t have any answers to this trend of fewer readers reading less; but I do find it disturbing.  And not because of book sales.  I think it makes us less capable of deeper more complex thoughts.  I believe we lose the ability to digest nuances in all sorts of matters, from basic living circumstances, to politics to personal relationships.   I also believe we become more susceptible to misinformation; especially well-crafted propaganda.

Or maybe it is more simple than brain functions declining; it is that the love of books is disappearing.  It makes me sad.

Thanks for being a reader!