At the end of the day, all I really want is for people to read what I write and be entertained. It’s a simple wish; something heartfelt.
Would I like to be paid for that? Of course.
The reality is, however, that in fifteen years of pursuing that simple, heartfelt wish, only one year of writing fiction brought me a living wage. If I’d given up my day job, I’d have starved years ago!
I have no agent. I have no publisher. What I do have, though, is what I’ve always had: a story to tell. Something that will transport you to another world, just as I was transported in the writing of it.
And, seeing as I have nothing tangible to look forward to in publishing at the moment, I have nothing to lose by giving something away – the one thing of value that I posses; my work.
So, if you’re interested in seeing my latest novel, released chapter by chapter right here on the blog or if you want to know more about the story, let me know.