That’s right! I’ll be conducting two, FREE, all-day seminars where, if you’re ready, you can walk in a wannabe and walk out a published author!
Kansas City (Merriam) May 18, 2013
Wichita June 22, 2013
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Kansas City (Merriam) May 18, 2013
Wichita June 22, 2013
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I posted this on our Indie Writers Alliance page, then I realized this might be important enough to wave it around on my author site, as well.
To my readers and fans, let me just tell you how very important it is for any author to get good, legitimate reviews for their books. If you give a book a good review, you’ve made the author’s day. On the other hand, if you give it a bad review, there will likely be gnashing of teeth. But even negative reviews are important to readers, if they’re honest–and, ultimately, that’s who reviews are for. Reviews are to help potential readers decide whether or not to buy and read a book. Reviews are good things for the consumers–for readers, the reason we write. Reviews with hurtful language, spoilers, negative because “I don’t read this genre, but I got this book for free”: those are the really lame reviews that no one needs.
Okay, so don’t even compare what I’m about to tell you to John Locke’s, “Hey, I sold over a million books in five months this way!” The following info and link is to help fellow indie authors hook up with potential reviewers in their book(s) genre(s).
What’s different? Locke said nothing about the main and now obviously secret ingredient in his plan: buying reviews! I’m not saying it’s wrong to buy reviews. I’d say it’s wrong if you’re buying positive reviews, fabricated reviews from folks who didn’t even read your book, left out the fact that you bought reviews when you go around bragging to other writers how you became so successful and left this very critical piece of the puzzle out. And then Mr. Locke sells us indies a guide-book about how we can do what he did with the most important part–the real key to his success–never mentioned! That’s ri-ight! He paid over $6,000 for 300 reviews. Now think of it, authors: paying three hundred people to go “buy” your book on Amazon over a few days’ time–the increased sales alone would shoot your title near the top of the rankings. Don’t you think if you’re giving these reviewer folks pretty good money to give a review, and there’s no real control over whether they really read the book or not, that they’ll likely give your book a good review? Especially since, if they give it a bad review, they might not be considered favorably for a chance to get paid to write review again!
Anyway, check this out, fellow indies! For $67.00 BookRooster will distribute your book to a genre-targeted portion of their 3,000 plus reviewers, and they’ll keep working at it until you get ten reviews. They don’t promise those reviews will be positive. What are you paying for, then? Distribution of your book to reviewers. The reviewers themselves don’t get paid, but they do get to download your book for free. If you need reviews, this might just be a way to go.
IS NOW OVER: Winners to be announced soon!
The BEST Indie EBook Novels Coming Soon To an EReader Near You!
A Writers’ Contest for Future Indie Writers!
The First Three Pages (750 words) of Fantastic Fiction
No Entry Fee!
Any genre (category)!
Simple rules! Submit:
*Entries cannot be presently published as eBooks on Amazon.
Entries will be judged on the author’s storytelling ability, ability to follow the contest submission’s very simple guidelines, and the judges’ opinions of marketability (sales potential).
What do you win?
The First Place entry:
The First Place entry will also receive:
The First Place entry and five Runners Up:
1. Will be linked from Gordon’s and IWA’s sites to authors’ sites;
2. Will be listed on both Gordon’s and IWA’s sites with the stories’ synopses/books submitted for the contest;
3. Will have the books’ cover images or authors’ photos, if available, posted on IWA and Gordon Kessler’s blog/websites.
First 100 entries:
Have a story opening? With nothing to lose, it’s a no-brainer: dust it off and send it in today!
Deadline: midnight PST, February 3, 2013 (by email date and time confirmation)
First round judging will be completed and finalists notified by February 11, 2013.
The EBook ***Coming Attractions*** Contest is sponsored by Gordon A Kessler and the Indie Writers Alliance.
Send entries by email as a single attachment (synopsis and story opening), with “coming attractions” in the subject line, to:
Questions? Email Gordon with “question” in the subject line.
It was 1:00 p.m., and Zoya, Jazzy Brass and I were getting hungry. While looking for an In-N-Out Burger or maybe a Del Taco, I checked my cell phone video to see if I’d gotten anything useful from just prior to our shootout. It was nothing but blurred gun barrels — completely useless.
We couldn’t find any of the more popular fast-food chain restaurants — usually you find them everywhere you look in SoCal. Finally Zoya pulled into one I hadn’t tried before, a Burger Bender. We ordered three cheeseburgers, fries and drinks. Jazzy loved chicken nuggets, but they weren’t on the menu. She’d have to make due. I promised her next time we’d find a Wendy’s, and she could have it her way. It was hard telling when she’d get back on her normal diet of dry dog food and an occasional spoon of pumpkin or slice of apple.
I gave Zoya a twenty-dollar bill and she paid the kid at the window. He didn’t look like a high school student, had to be at least twenty, hair spiked, with body piercings and tattoos. Jada, my young friend back at the marina, has a similar look. But I soon found out that she wears it with a hell of a lot more personality.
The young man, obviously a career fast-food customer-service engineer, dumped the change into Zoya’s hands.
Don’t they teach kids to count back change anymore?
I figured by the looks of him, he’d have a heck of a time counting back more than a nickel anyway.
He gave us the drinks.
They’d overflown their lids, and soda was dripping down the sides of the cups.
We asked for napkins.
He stuck a wad of them out the window.
A minute later, he handed us the bag of food.
We had to ask for straws.
He passed us half a dozen for two drinks.
We had to ask for ketchup.
He handed us mayonnaise instead.
I told him we wanted ketchup not mayonnaise.
He gave us a fistful, without reply.
We asked if there was salt in the bag.
He said, “No.”
We waited. Ten seconds later, I asked, “Well, can we have some?”
He didn’t say anything, but grabbed a handful of the tiny salt packets and stuck them out the window. At least a half dozen fell to the driveway beside the car door.
Zoya cupped her hands to receive the rest. He’d passed us enough salt to season every potato in Idaho, let alone two orders of French fries.
At that point, I considered pulling Zoya’s Mac 10 out from under the seat, pointing it at him and informing him that I was a trained assassin and had snuffed more people than he had stainless steel rings on his face and dick — there were at least twenty on his face alone.
Instead, I swallowed the venom surging in my throat, and we thanked him.
Then…and this is the kicker — what do you think the little shit said in return?
Come on, guess?
He said, “No problem.”
I don’t know that you’ve noticed, but my day began two popcorn farts less than great, and it was turning out three root canals and a kidney stone more than terrible.
I was stressed. I’d had a bad day. My head was about to explode from the pressure building inside. My good nature was stretched across my face like a two-bit condom over a pineapple — let’s say it developed a few holes.
To start with, first thing this morning, I get the finger from an old woman. That alone would ruin many a man’s day. But then I discover my goddaughter has been kidnapped by people who want me dead; a boat blows up that was supposed to have been mine; I find a good friend beaten into hamburger by guys trying to kill me; I get shot at; I nearly fall off a cliff; I have to kick a big bald guy’s ass; and then, to top it off, I only get half a BJ before finding out I’m being setup to be murdered.
Okay, that was just this morning. Next, the goombas who took a pot-shot at me come back and riddle my beautiful classic muscle car full of holes. I have to leave it in a heap of smashed up, smoldering metal because the cops are coming and, if I stick around, they’ll arrest me, and I’ll go back to prison.
So far today, I’d done nothing wrong — so far.
And then the kid at the fast-food window says, “No problem,” in response to our polite “thank you” without so much as a glance at us.
* * *
I stretch over Jazzy and Zoya to the little convertible’s driver side, get a foothold on the center console, and then reach into the drive-thru window. Jazzy and Zoya lean out of my way.
With my fists full of the server’s uniform shirt, I pull him to me and our noses touch.
“All right, booger-eater; listen to me this one time.” I start low and slow. “Your job is to wait on us; provide us with courteous service and a quality meal,” I say, my voice coming out louder, words faster. “We; your customers — the reason you even have a job — say ‘thank you.‘ And how do you answer? With a smile and a respectful ‘you’re welcome — thank you for your business. Please come again,’ right?”
My eyes are bugging, spittle comes out unintentionally with my elevated words.
“No-o. You say,” I whine with a sneer in exaggerated imitation, “‘No problem,’ as if you feel the need to tell me it wasn’t too damn far out of your way for you to do the job you’re being paid to do —”
I take a deep breath, “— instead of what you’d be doing if we hadn’t come to your little window: sitting on your dumb ass, atop a box of frozen beef and sawdust patties, listening to gangster rap while popping pimples with one hand and rubbing your balls like they’re Aladdin’s lamp and you’re wishing you had something more than a three-inch pecker with the other.
“No problem? You say no problem to your neighbor when you pull a turd out of his toilet that got stuck sideways and clogged it up. You say no problem when you stop and fix a stranger’s flat tire in the rain, even though you’re going to be late for work. You say no problem when the guy with no arms standing beside you at the urinal asks you to shake the dew off his lily and put it back in his pants for him — that’s when you say, no freaking problem!”
I’m glaring at him. He’s gaping back, as are Zoya, Jazzy, the burger joint employees and the few customers who can see me from the inside.
“No problem?” I ask quietly, but with a ragged edge. My next words come out from between my barred teeth. “Of course it was no damn problem, you little freak!”
The kid is in shock. He finally stutters, “Yu-you’re…wu-welcome — s-sir!”
“There. Was that so goddamn hard?”
I let him go, push off and slip back into my seat without looking at him. I answer, “No problem.”
Zoya, with her heavy Russian accent, says, “Have … nice … day!” and we pull away.
* * *
I took a deep breath and within five minutes I was feeling pretty good.
With E Z Knight, if a mountain gets in your way, you don’t go around it, you blow it up.
From flying a helicopter through a blinding mountain blizzard to running down a blazing train to Hell, E Z Knight is tested more than ever in Knight’s Late Train — and somewhere in between he discovers an easy way to join the Mile High Club.
When Doc Knight and his train go missing in a Colorado blizzard, E Z must brave the storm to find his father. In the process, he discovers Doc was involved in something more than conducting trains through the mountains. A hazardous materials train is loaded with highly toxic and explosive gas with a yield that could rival the Hiroshima A-bomb, as well as a yellowcake Betty Crocker wouldn’t even think about making. The Thundertrain is headed for Denver, and the madman at the controls is bent on derailing the hazmat freight cars where they will cause the very highest body count. Hundreds of thousands of lives are at stake.
E Z enlists the help of sexy railroad engineer Rillie Bee Wilde, and finds out she’s as feral as her name. She takes him higher than he could ever reach in their helicopter. Soon, they find out who wins when hundreds of tons of locomotive meet a fragile whirlybird and a battle against two dozen mercenaries is waged in the dangerous Slaughterhouse Train Yard.
With the Thundertrain only minutes from killing tens of thousands of innocent citizens, E Z must decide whether to save his father and children, or to try to stop a team of mercenaries from blowing the “Mile High City” to Hell.
The only way to do both is to move a mountain.
Knight’s Late Train is an episode of the standalone novels of ”The E Z Knight Reports” series; a sexy, humorous and irreverent series as well as a somewhat realistic and poignant look at the darker side of life, crime and the human condition.
With a modern-day, ramped up “The Rockford Files”/”Magnum PI” feel, a Jack Bauer-capable hero and a “24” pace, this series consists of standalone, page-thrumming novels.
“The E Z Knight Reports” has a special section on the author’s website and blog (gordonkessler.com) with info on each of the books, E Z Knight, Jazzy Brass and the “Knight Girls”. You’ll also find information about the author and his other novels and works.
If you enjoy best-selling action/adventure thriller authors like Don Winslow and Clive Cussler, as well as some of the best thrillers in eBooks by indie authors like John Locke and JA Konrath, you’ll love Knight’s Big Easy!
The top three words that cause mystery readers to snap their heads and say, “Huh?”
“Chocolate,” “Mystery” and “Contest”
And it’s all rolled into one post: The Brainstorm Thriller Novel Cover Contest! is going on now through June 15!
You could win a box of the coolest chocolates ever: Christopher Elbow’s Artisan Chocolates–they’re designer, wildly flavored chocolates at their best! You’ve never tasted chocolate like this before, guaranteed–and you’ll love ’em! Check it out!
To enter, all you have to do is select the most popular choice of eBook cover for my thriller novel Brainstorm (it’s a mystery, it’s a thriller, it involves a taste of sci-fi and now chocolates, too!). On June 16, in a random drawing from those who’ve picked the most popular of covers, I’ll select the winner. Be a part of it!
This cover design stuff is so difficult, but so very important, as well. So I asked for your help and you gave it to me! Thanks so much to everyone who participated.
We had a tie between J-4 and J-5 for the most attractive and professional-looking cover. The names of those who selected one of these two covers were then entered into a random drawing, and Tom Wingo of Oklahoma came out the winner! Again, thanks to all of you who entered the contest! Now it’s up to me to decide which one to use (I’m actually leaning toward a slightly modified M-7)!
Okay, I’ll actually send you the real thing! But you have to promise to tell everyone how much you enjoyed them!
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Kansas Authors Club, District 2, February 11; Speaker
Kansas Writers Association Scene Conference, March 16 & 17; President & MC
McPherson Museum & Arts Foundation, WordFest, April 20 & 21, Keynote & Session Speaker.
Kansas Authors Club, District 2 Retreat, June 2 & 3, Fiction Track Leader
Louisburg Library, Louisburg, KS. Summer Reading Program Talk: “Between the Virtual Covers: FutureBook! EBooks and EPublishing.” July 6 @ 7 p.m.
Shawnee, KS Scooters, July 24, @ 7PM. EBooks and EPub: http://www.meetup.com/writers-488/events/71315742/
Lenexa/Overland Park, KS Crown Plaza Hotel "The Novelist--EBook Writing 2012" Seminar. Sept 8, 2012