Jonathan is back, rock on

by wlancehunt in Uncategorized

Hey Reader, It’s Jonathan, again. Lance asked me to come back. Okay, you got me. I nagged him to let me come back. See, I really liked it when a bunch of folks downloaded A Perfect Blindness. Hundreds of people. All these folks, reading the words that brought my world to life. Me included. Man, getting to stand on stage again and sing. That’s was sweet. Sure, we had to go through a lot or b.s. to get there, but damn, it felt good to hear the applause again. And yeah, I’ll go through all the…

A tale of Perseverance 20 Plus Years On, Redux

by wlancehunt in Uncategorized

Time does tend to heal. Even damage from attacks like those on Manhattan and Washington, DC. Especially if you don’t keep picking at the scabs. Then, the wounds fester. Gets all kinda bad.  But if you keep them protected and the grime away. Time does do its magic.  Usually, by leaving scars. Nothing in life, […]

A tale of Perseverance 20 Plus Years On

by wlancehunt in Uncategorized

Hey Reader, Time does tend to heal. Even damage from attacks like those on Manhattan and Washington, DC. Especially if you don’t keep picking at the scabs. Then, the wounds fester. Gets all kinda bad. But if you keep them protected and the grime away. Time does do its magic. Usually, by leaving scars. Nothing in life, after all, is free. Scars Scarring makes sense for the body—get us back working as quickly as possible—even if it’s not pretty. Never say die and all. One gets patches of skin…

What it was like to be trapped inside the news on 9-11

by wlancehunt in 9-11, Personal Narrative, resilience

I worked a few blocks from the towers the morning of 9-11. I felt the towers fall. Became part of “the most photographed day in history.” You might have even seen me on the news. Not that you could have recognized me covered in dust.
I can tell you the day unfolded very differently…

What it was like to be trapped inside the news on 9-11

by wlancehunt in Uncategorized

Hey Reader, I worked a few blocks from the towers the morning of 9-11. I felt the towers fall. Became part of “the most photographed day in history.” You might have even seen me on the news. Not that you could have recognized me covered in dust. I can tell you the day unfolded very differently on the ground than watching breaking news. Information was even more fractured and sporadic for us, walking home coated in the dust of what had been the World Trade Center. When I finally made it home…

ReaderCon 33 and Sounding like Monty Python

by wlancehunt in Personal Narrative, Writing Now

ReaderCon 33 Yes, I did go to ReaderCon 33. It’s a convention less about readers than what they read. As the Con puts it:  Although Readercon is modeled on general “science fiction conventions,” we feature a near-total focus on the written word. a place where “We support the subversive notion that thinking is fun.” — […]

ReaderCon 33 and avoiding sounding like Monty Python

by wlancehunt in Uncategorized

Hey Reader, Yes, as announced earlier, I did go to ReaderCon 33, a convention less about readers than what they read. As the Con puts it: Although Readercon is modeled on general “science fiction conventions,” we feature a near-total focus on the written word. a place where “We support the subversive notion that thinking is fun.” — Readercon founder Bob Colby It consists largely of panel discussion after discussion I wanted to attend. Listening to the successful, the esteemed, and other…

Hitting the Summer Doldrums

The Highest Compliment I’ve Ever Been Paid

by wlancehunt in Books, Chicago, Marketing, Soundtrack

Going alone and publishing on Amazon is putting yourself into the largest ocean there is, which is full of Great White Sharks and Orcas like Zafon, King, and Koontz, as well as minnows and krill. 

The Highest Compliment I’ve Ever Been Paid

by wlancehunt in Uncategorized

Hey Reader, It’s me again, Lance. I wanted to give my characters a break. After all, one is from the 80s, and the other is from the early 2000s—circa the iPhone. Not iPhone 1 because there was no iPhone 2 yet. Just the plain old iPhone: the wide-screen iPod, telephone, and internet communication device, as Jobs once described called it. Plus, frankly, I want to brag. About A Perfect Blindness. APB. My first published novel. You see, it hit #1 best-selling title in three genres and #4…

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