And the Winner Is…

I hate to brag. Seriously. But I guess it’s fair to let you know that my work has recently been recognized as not awful by people who are 1) not me, and 2) qualified to make that call.

My psychological thriller Uncle Kenny’s Other Secret Agenda was just named a Finalist for the Nancy Pearl Book Award. I’m pretty excited about this one. Nancy Pearl is a rock star librarian. (Yes, there are rock star librarians.) You may have heard her reviewing books on NPR’s Morning Edition, or read one of her bestselling books about—you guessed it—books. The winner will be announced at the Pacific Northwest WriWD_SPeBook_Awardsters Association conference on 7/30. Fingers crossed, but I’m already super happy about being a Finalist.

And this May my thriller PowerHouse won First Place in the Writer’s Digest Self-Published eBook Awards in the genre
category. The odd thing is that WD lumps all the genres together, so I was up against everything in Romance, Historical, SciFi, Horror, Humor, Humorous Horror, basically anything that wasn’t Literary/Mainstream. So that feels extra good.

To celebrate these acknowledgments, the Kindle versions of both books are marked down to ninety-nine cents through the end of September. Links above will get you to the paperback versions. Enjoy!

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“Good Job, Sean.”

Writing is hard. And lonely. The business part involves networking and socializing, usually with great people. But the great bulk of the time is spent at my desk, by myself, working to get characters onto the page as fully-formed and three-dimensional as they live in my head. That ain’t easy. And when it’s not going perfectly, what is easy is being self-critical.
“That sucks. You’re going to have to cut all of that. Good job, dipstick.”
But I don’t say “stick.” And that’s not helping anyone, not the characters, not the reader, especially not me. So…
“Good job, Sean.”
Sean is a friend of mine who also works at home. Tech stuff, so a different endeavor, but he’s still the only one in his office, his own supervisor and his own direct-report. I suspect that everyone who works alone talks to him or herself. I do. Sean does. Sean’s just nicer.
“Good job, Sean.”
When he finishes something on time, when he gets something right, at the end of the day. Whenever.
“Good job, Sean.”
And lately I’ve been taking this to heart, trying to be nicer to myself, to be more encouraging. Now, even when things aren’t going swimmingly, I acknowledge the process, allow for later improvements, celebrate the endeavor itself. I’ve adopted the refrain.
I tell myself, “Good job, Sean.”

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