November 13th, 2008

Much of what you do as a writer is trying to figure out how to best promote what you’ve already written. A good portion of my day was spent working on that very thing. I met with a couple of internet experts who are going to help bring more visitors to my website and hopefully more readers to my books. I’m very behind when it comes to technology. The whole world seems to be up to speed on this, but I can’t seem to get the hang of it. I just now got a cotton gin and I can’t figure out how to work that either. I’m on the phone every day with tech support, “Do I keep the seeds, or the fuzzy stuff?” I know I’ll be investing in more magazine ads in the coming months in order to promote Thunder Over the Prairie, but I would sure like to get more hits on the website from people interested in Old West history. I think the only way I’ll be able to master this technology is when produces food on demand. I’m waiting for the kind of computer where I can look at the screen and say, “Hey, I need a pizza,” and one comes out and hits me in the eyebrows. My brother’s birthday is Saturday. I miss him. I can be writing for hours about Buffalo Bill Cody, deeply entrenched in that story and suddenly a thought of Rick flashes in my mind and I miss him all over again. I blame myself for what happened. He didn’t do anything and I asked him to plead guilty. He was so distraught, unable to speak, and looking to me for help and I didn’t know the best thing to do after a while. Worse yet, I trusted our attorney. Things will get better. Guess I’m suffering from post-traumatic syndrome, and I’m going to keep talking about it until Daniel Craig comes and holds me. Maybe if I email Mr. Bond and tell him?. How do you do that again?