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That’s a question I explore in a guest blogpost over on Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers.

I’ll be an entrepreneur … if you pay me to do it. I’ll paint the picture … if you will hang it. I’ll write the book … if you will sell it. I’ll take the test … if you promise to pass me. I’ll take the exam … if it says I am healthy. I’ll tell you I love you … if you love me. I want to live a life where all my dreams come true....

My new book. So this happened this week. The book (as in my book) is available in hardcover, paperback, and Kindle. (Other ebook platforms to come later.) I’ve actually been in something of a state about this all month. And last month, too. As a classic Type B personality, I tend not to show it. I didn’t even see it, myself. Not very observant of me, was it? I’m not very good at touting myself....

Let’s just agree that 57 is too young.

This blog has been too quiet. I’ve been typing words elsewhere. This changes now. So a couple of years ago I wrote my first novel It was intended to be a comedic political satire. Many of my readers liked it. Some didn’t. One or two just didn’t get it. As I learned from one of my editors, comedy is a matter of taste (or lack thereof). I had no perspective on the text, and life at that moment was getting a bit too interesting, so I put the manuscript into the metaphorical drawer for a while, shifted gears, and wrote a science fiction adventure (which is another story—more on that soon)....