Thursday, 15 September 2016

Of intent and desire.


Yet more thoughts on literature and the happenstance that passes for local news is subject of the months' post.

A glimpse into the underpinnings of the mad process that make up its creation here is offered the reader, with no explanation aside from personal interest provided.  From time to time, a man will give way to the call of vanity and the writer makes no attempt to deny it.  To borrow a couple of two-dollar words to describe it, dialectic of literary convention and philosophy here ensues.

That a slave to the passions the writer is, was, and likely always will be meanwhile is made apparent enough by his work.

For here is rejected, in whole and entire, the philosophical concepts and sociological theories described to support 'the death of the author'.  By lifestyle and works, in citizenship and geography, this writer long ago embraced many of the philosophical concepts associated with 'the civilization of the book' often applied to the western world.

While rejecting in full the concept and promotion of theology.

            The literary practice is here also considered acknowledgement of the primacy of language among the various collective expressions of civilization known on earth.  Though like politics, science, and philosophy, language is here viewed as a construct of the species, both necessary to collective survival and from time to time beautiful in articulation.  In fact, construction of these pillars of shared knowledge is accepted by the writer as enabling the traditions that established cultures and fueled the history of our kind.

For what is now understood as 'the world' exists only to the degree that collective communication allows description of it.

The undistorted mirror is also here considered that most disposed to provision of both accurate history and necessary entertainment on behalf of the species.  In these parts, literary fiction is accepted as representing the tool of choice for those seeking to best construct a device of such inestimable capabilities.  Though it should also be said, and remembered too, that such a path is hairs' breadth narrow and dogleg straight, with passage far from assured for those choosing to walk it.

While any man may without doubt have his fun, he must always be willing, if on occasion less than able; to pay what price is asked.

The ability to state the concepts with great effect proves the theory.  For understanding the temporal environment would be impossible in the absence of them.  Description is possible only by development of the construct of language.  Geographic and archaeological history though highly repetitive in temporal fact, is transmuted best by records written using it.  The ability to understand anything is likewise enabled only by development of appropriate and reliable constructs widely disseminated.

Though the wheel goes round, each generation can only see everything as something new.

The intentions of a writer meanwhile are considered here described by a text as published, either in printed form or via the eBook as current technology allows.  Appreciation for such work demands acknowledgement of the information presented on either printed or virtual page as original in thought and construction.  While enjoyment of it remains a matter of taste, those in search of something other than an individual testament are here thought best served by looking elsewhere.

Those works published by this writer likewise describe an intention known by none but their author.

While analysis and discussion of both intent and meaning is the desired result of much fiction published, none but its writer may know the facts of either.  By using a variety of invented constructs including but not limited to inference and hope, the reader would seek mollification of a seeming instinctive need to inhabit, in mind if not body, what we understand as individuals and collectively to be 'the other'.  In this way a solitary practice performed by a single writer is transformed into a unifying force on behalf of the community.  For while a writer's intentions without doubt provide fiction with its form, its function as a novel is best described by its reader.

Was this not the case, many writers likely would not seek publication.

The less publicized curse of a writer is thus revealed as being that the urge to tell a story is assuaged only in part by its writing.  Those desiring entrance to the fraternity would with certainty be forearmed by this knowledge, but on rare occasion is it shared and in most cases only after the fact.  In such matters as this, more often proves worth the pity.  However, while fuel for discussion aplenty with certainty remains, but a glimpse was to the reader promised.  A last comment is left for your consideration.

A novel lives to be read, though like beauty, the joy of its achievement is little affected by absence of appreciation.

To wit; let us now turn to publicizing and promoting the latest tome gifted to the world via effort of this cranky scribe.  My second novel Grand Opening is available for exclusive pre-order on the Kindle reader from Amazon now.  You can buy it in paperback ~ my favorite reading medium ~ exclusively from Amazon beginning November 12, 2016, when Kindle pre-orders will also be delivered.  I'll post ordering details with web links as soon as I have them here on the blog.  Thanks very much for your support, and thanks also for spreading the word about Grand Opening.

This writer hopes for nothing more than you to enjoy it.

Thanks for being here and thanks for sharing the blog.


                 - TFP
                    September 15, 2016

Saturday, 27 August 2016

Help wanted ~ apply within.

   A request for reviewers and the latest news provides subject for the months' post.

   As usual, entertainment of reader and scribe is the primary intent, with the review request a secondary motive. The writer while enlightened by the practice does also ~ in most cases is supposed ~ receive a greater portion of the laughs.

   Such is the privilege of those wielding the metaphorical pen.

   The writer must again state for posterity that to promote the habitual practice of writing an internet blog is not intended by this site or its author. Neither do social commentaries or biography provide purpose to the semi-regular missives published here. The often self-promoting and occasionally personal discourse found hereabouts is delivered as promotion of a literary habit long endured by the site operator.

      No more, and most often less, is recorded here.

      For despite a commitment to write novels made decades earlier, this writer holds, neither now nor in the past, little interest for making up stories. That fact should compose plot and behavior provide theme is required here, as it has long been considered necessary to engaging fiction. A decade's long process of discovery, experience, and reflection, prior to putting pen to page, is believed essential to such work.

      That a man needs something to do and a job worth doing is worth doing well are notions taken as gospel in these parts.

      To state the aesthetic plain, the joy derived from literature is here considered greatest when depiction of an existential condition potentially shareable by reader and fictional character is achieved. The best of it delivers hours of entertainment while realistically fictionalizing the facts of behavior and circumstance either related, observed, or experienced by its writer. From the daily grind of temporal experience, the celebrated pathos of the everyday provides the canvas for such literature. To craft fiction reflecting the ambiguity of existentialism while respecting the tradition of the realistic novel is the goal of the writer working here.

       Upon respect for such traditions is the local practice founded, and in support of them does the work prevail.

        Accusations of either ignorance or failure so far outnumber even those that damn as artless the sole published example of this fiction to date. As the relative anonymity of its existence provides the background against which the writer works. Though counter intuitive the binding of a singular compulsion is reliably excised by habitual pursuit of the addiction in this case. An ignominious perseverance is thus revealed responsible for it, up to and including publication of the ersatz blog.

       With enthusiasm scant as either popular or critical appeal, it is yet considered good fortune for the writer to be in the grip of an obsession so strong.

        For no matter the financial result, to the writer crafting it the fiction published delivers significant reward.  The psychic and emotional relief granted by routine practice of the low margin literary habit most times is beyond assignment of a monetary value. Though what to the writer seems apparent can be less so to the reader. To give a more specific explanation, a joy akin to no other is received in exchange for the mind-wringing effort of creating fiction. The blog meanwhile, serves as the platform from which to market and promote interest and sale of the resulting publications in novel form.

        Consider it an interpretation of a sales pitch on the television shopping channel for a product of questionable value.

        Like a variation on the theme of hocking semi-useless gadgetry some find irresistible which the majority live in blissful ignorance of, the blog site functions as cheap promotion of harmless entertainment. Though what the writer considers harmless, some readers might find unpalatable is best mentioned as is an individual taste in humor and the temporal nature of the content.

         An even hand requires mention of it.

         Not that the writer would imply the presence of an even hand despite acknowledging the need for it. In all cases experience has colored the objectivity of the narrator here and to deny it would be more than foolish. Acceptance of an authors' bias, whether due to time or circumstance, is always best recalled when judging the results. The so-called 'search for truth' ~ an ethereal concept at best in a relativistic universe ~ is believed by this writer pointless. While the facts of either individual or collective temporal experience are considered leaving less room for doubt.

          The passage of the seasons is accepted here as example of a factual experience collectively shared.

          In the literary recording of assorted facts of behavior and circumstance as fiction, is found by this writer both relevance and merit. The comparison of shared values with individual actions under specific pressures of nature and nurture there documented provides for its reader both regular entertainment and occasional insight. A fictional recollection of the temporal facts, assembled with enough humor and coherence to entertain, compose the works published as novels in these parts.

          The published fiction and its reviews are considered by this writer examples of individual experience truthfully shared.

           There is significant difference between the two. While the former with certainty influences the resulting work, the material effect of the latter is potentially vast. Just as collective experience is easily recorded while that of the individual by definition remains unknowable. As occupants of the temporal universe; at all times we are by necessity forced to rely on the subjective record provided by a narrator of unknown reliability.

           That's a factual experience considered here both individually and collectively shared.

           An individual act of fiction writing can thus be viewed as promoting the collective act of writing yet more of it. Consideration of neither quality nor technique is necessary to what seems a largely self-replicating equation. Publication sparks what appears a self-sustaining cycle of action and reaction with a potential approximating the mythical perpetual motion machine.

           The writer considers it an individual experience of fact collectively shared as fiction.

           To seek such thankless consideration can with ease be labeled foolhardy and by little effort branded nonsensical. Thus most adopting the habit are well served by establishing and adhering to a codified set of values defining and constraining the activity of their founder. In such vein has the reliable caution to writers of all stripes long been to write only of what you know.

           A practise founded on such principle may be respected if not shared, despite either technical merit or commercial result achieved by its practitioner.

            By publication of his work the writer declares allegiance to this purpose. Despite a clear preference for fantasy in modern literature, the writing of literary realism is believed here intrinsically valuable if not literally so. A want for existential perspective and experience potentially shared remains a need if only for the few. That minority seeking such entertainment in novel form will find here publishing a kindred spirit.

           In commitment to the service does this writer endeavor to persevere.

           With great pleasure I now report availability of FREE review copies of my soon-to-be-published second novel 'Grand Opening'. While not on sale until November, a variety of eBook formats are available in exchange for publishing a review of it to the location of your choice. A page for your reviews of the novel will soon be available on Goodreads and you're encouraged to also publish your response to 'Grand Opening' there.

           To receive an Advance Reading Copy of 'Grand Opening' in the eBook format of your choice for review, contact the writer by email. The address is found by clicking on my profile.

           Thanks for being here and thanks for sharing the blog.

            - TFP
               August 27, 2016

Tuesday, 26 July 2016

The latest big news.


A few words on the latest literary happenstance are offered the reader this month.

The writer uses limited editing and brevity as watchwords of the discourse, in honor of the platform from which it extends. For affairs related to the promotion and marketing of literary work proceeds at a pace best described as leisurely in these parts.

Like the glacial pace of his output, the writer appears to derive little pleasure seeking to speed an increase in popularity, that much is also plain.

So it is that first novel 'A Dog and His Boy' languishes near the bottom among the ever-extending list of unknown literary works. With little effort or expense invested to support its exposure or reputation to expect an alternate result would be pointless.

No doubt, was notoriety the intent of its publication failure is the sure result.

The writer next proceeds, in full awareness of these factors, with publication of a second novel. A completed manuscript is now submitted with formatting and cover design again provided courtesy US specialty firm Indie Designz.

The writer is pleased to confirm the excellent work and quality service delivered by Dafeenah at Indie Designz.

As earlier mentioned here the second novel is to be published in paperback and eBook formats, again using the Createspace and Kindle platforms provided by Amazon. The writer proceeds with every intention of investing similar effort and expense in its promotion as he did on behalf of the first novel if not a lesser amount.

In a world as mad as this one, to consider alternatives is laughable.

While mad the temporal universe no doubt objectively remains, the writer continues to offer no comment on circumstances beyond the literary. The choice to keep his own counsel regarding concerns extra to literature is neither wisdom nor disguise, but a decision arrived at after much reflection.

Despite previously reporting neither consideration nor adoption of it the position has long been accepted as usual here.

To sum it, a man thinks far more than he says and shares much less than that. As does the writer make a practice of leaving the reader with more questions than answers. The philosophy thus demonstrated is the practical terms of a style of life and conduct both promoted and preferred.

A man thereby is free to have his say in peaceful coexistence with his fellows.

To regularly stray from the path must also be accepted as in keeping with the rogues' character afflicting the writer. The result of this occasional deviance is from time to time destructive and most times unavoidable due to personality and situation. An appreciation of this fact is necessary if understanding the capricious temperament often displayed by the mercurial scribe is the readers' goal.

It appears crazy might be more than a state of mind.

On that note, I'll wish a happy birthday to the late, great, much missed, always loved, and ever lamented, W.J. Pruden, gone but not forgotten.

Thanks for being here and thanks for sharing the blog.

- TFP
  July 26, 2016

Monday, 6 June 2016

Peace in rest.



A short update regarding affairs of the pen and explanation for the altered state of the posting schedule here at the blog are provided the reader this week.

The break from fiction writing continues in these parts though activities various fill most days more than complete.  For the writer if not admitting a need to rest no doubt benefits by the receipt of it.  With passing days the relentless demand to assemble words eases and a baleful stress ignored is once again, if only for a time, unburdened.

Neither burning desire nor soaring need so great exists to exceed the real joy of not working at a daunting craft.

For good reason the writer is renowned for extended breaks from his work.  The effect of the stuff itself upon him is beyond sustaining.  While in mental and emotional terms the demand is great the damage experienced physically is also most severe.  A habit known to wreak results such as those wrought by this practice is one best managed with strict adherence to a protocol devised to limit them.

That a man's survival is enhanced by knowledge only so much as he allows it to alter his behavior is also acknowledged.

In practical terms after six months of weekly posts until further notice the schedule here at the blog is now established as monthly.  For the work of turning three manuscripts into novels completed during the previous few calendar years leaves the writer near exhausted.  A need for time and space sufficient to refill the creative well arrives.  As desire to engage in the more routine demands of the temporal world returns.

While rest is doubtless better than change, the latter most often must suffice in the absence of time for restoration.

The writer must now pursue promotion of his published first novel and exposure of the second soon to appear rather than creation of new works.  A historic weakness in the areas of publicity seeking and marketing expertise notwithstanding the mysterious tasks will be worried with the usual tenacity.  In due time results appropriate to the fumbling effort will be apparent.

The writer looks forward to delivering at least a few laughs to the reader by document of his results.

I must also choose this month to break established protocol and share thoughts of a more worldly nature than normally revealed here.  The unfortunate passing of a great and powerful inspiration from my youth took place recent to when I wrote this post.  While not specifically known for literary work his gift for rhyme and metre once spread around the globe like the fame he so deservedly earned.  A man first known for warrior skill and bravado would eventually provide an undeniable example of personal integrity and universal love that continues to inspire people everywhere.

Muhammad Ali, The Greatest, has left the building.

I offer my condolences to his family, friends, and fans everywhere.  For all he did and did not do, may The Champ rest in peace.

Thanks for being here and thanks for sharing the blog.

-          TFP
June 6, 2016

Monday, 2 May 2016

Now time to rest.



The time for rest, after more than three years of near unbroken labor, has again arrived.

A few thoughts on the theory backing the rapidly aging writer's approach to his work are this week offered.  For only after decades of a regular practice is he now known for creative bursts of varying length.

While not unbroken these periods, proved by time reliable, on occasion result in the appearance of the prolific.

Though an erroneous conclusion the pattern repeats and thus the mistake is as easily understood as the events themselves are unpredictable.  A routine of work and a lifetime of discipline meanwhile leave ample proof of the formulas' success in the guise of an ever-extending catalog of completed works in music and literature.

While significant commercial appreciation is regularly limited both artistic and technical merit by routine is there demonstrated.

The writer, exhausted by the withering demand of obsession coupled to a compulsion born in youth, endeavors yet to persevere.  Though long ago embracing the nightmare swings of mood and temper oft accompanying such a gift years of alternating darkness and light must also be accepted as collateral results.

For a man must suffer willingly the tides of either fate or dissolution in pursuit of art's false promise of immortality.

The writer though steadfast in youthful refusal in time ceded real control of life and circumstance to it.  Despite much effort and years expended in education, training, and vocational efforts of varying success, the battle for control ultimately was lost.  That record left to history best describes the result.

The writer's words mark the goods for which he paid.

A time of rapid change is mirrored by society as the mood shifts here and the writer is encouraged by the coincidence.  An opportunity to turn away from the desperate obsession and toward activity relieving an endless compulsion might soon arrive.  While not assured yet another escape from the purgatory of a singular craft is glimpsed on the distant horizon.

A man hopes he might find at least brief freedom there.

For the artistic well refills during long periods while the writer lives in darkness.  Though miserable throughout the absence of obsession the compulsion too is denied by the lingering dark.  While the rapid aging penman is left to languish, and can only hope for its return.

Those who make things up are not known to suffer such affliction.

The life of the writer during these periods is given then to efforts distant from the creative activity governing it.  Often found on stage and sometimes even gainfully employed mental distraction and physical engagement is sought as a sentence of unknown length is served.  Many years and some decades have on occasion passed waiting for the return of madness driving the work resulting from it.

So far, the writer has been spared the devastation of its total loss.

Though evidence reveals his fate may lie in better hands without the imposition of the creative lunacy.  For success achieved in vocational pursuits outside the arts with reliability exceeds that experienced in the field.  The terrible financial toll extracted by this obsessive fixation meanwhile exceeds even that of the undeniable emotional devastation levied by an urgent compulsion.

A man must thus make preparation for an unknown future while the sullen mist of the creative fog drifts in mystery at his wake.

I'm also pleased to let you know that 'A Dog and His Boy' will be available for FREE download beginning May 7, 2016, on Amazon.  Kindle owners have access to the book until May 11 and I encourage all readers to share the news.  Click the 'Kindle' page here or head over to your local Amazon site and enjoy the novel.

The writer looks forward with interest to reading more of your reviews.

Thanks for being here and thanks for sharing the blog.

-          TFP
May 2, 2016

Monday, 25 April 2016

A third novel complete.



A few less considered thoughts on new works completed and the ongoing fight for patience are bid the reader in this post.

The writer, most pleased at recent completion of a third novel, must now battle excitement which threatens to spoil the weekly prose.  A contentious situation sure to vex even the experienced, yet such pleasure is the want of those who raise the pen in pursuit of literary accomplishment.  With any luck, the reader will benefit in humor if not in fortune by a hurried explanation.

At worst, the writer may discover his overweening editorial urge curbed by exhaustion.

For completion of new works, either literary or musical, is cause for joyous celebration here though demonstration is limited.  The writer as vocational artist appreciates nothing so much as producing something new and original.  Be it desire to make a statement or the need to eat, this life depends upon it.  As stated often here, historically the writer neither lacks for something to say nor likes to miss a meal.

An ever-expanding catalogue of works like his waistline meanwhile provides metaphorical proof to the simile's pudding.

With a third novel now complete the writer is pressed to a limit too soon reached for the patience to withhold a mad rush to publish.  While counterintuitive that a fellow who waited decades to publish a single word of personally crafted fiction might lack forbearance the proof is undeniable.  Few things experienced by the hapless scribe so far match the fearful hurry now imparted by the complete but unpublished manuscript.

For on rare occasion has mortality, to the writer, appeared either less binding or more difficult.

These few words are thus offered to posterity in case the writer's memory should hence come unglued as result of being taxed to the extremes of detail and complexity.  Or the unannounced end without pronouncement at last arrives.  The fictional history created is left for the reader to decipher.  While the actual life of its creator remains a private domain.  Aside from published examples of either literature or music.

A man being more than his work is also best recalled as wholly separate from it.

The established publishing schedule has previously been mentioned here and with purpose.  For a man's word is not given without consideration.  To do as has been said is a fundamental demand in these parts.  While a relative few words are in fact spoken those that are require not repeat but acquiescence.

To be is to do while to act in accordance with intent is required at all times.

A need for time near pressing as that for money is appreciated as usual in the independent world of literary publishing.  The time is necessary for a variety of good reasons including building awareness with an audience of readers and critics.  Meanwhile coin of the realm remains the necessary evil underpinning all things in a world of free markets.  To attempt the conduct of most vocational effort without great respect and appreciation for each is a fools' practise.

The writer while stubborn and willful as routine avoids such pointless work.

So an extended wait to reveal the latest tomes, despite each being complete and entire, now begins.  The collecting of funds with which to pay for the production and distribution of each is by necessity shortly undertaken.  A pursuit of work aside from literary next takes the stage.  The writer by need soon withdraws while the alter ego prepares again for public ascension.

In practiced routine does the end of one labor mark again the start of another.

The notion of patience as a virtue seldom learned is accepted here.  The writer despite lacking a semblance of it in great respect holds the truism.  Though transfixed by vanity and ruled by egotism the appreciation prevents behavior undermining it.  Once again the demand for restraint is heeded despite real fear of its potential.

The writer would live to see his work born despite none being assured tomorrow.

Thus a previously established schedule earlier stated yet holds regarding the independent publishing of this literary work.  With first novel 'A Dog and His Boy' having so far accumulated scarce enough attention to make it widely known, to hurry the release of more seems both impractical and pointless.  That second novel 'Grand Opening' will publish later this year while again confirmed is also accepted as perhaps too soon.  The eventual release of the third novel, now complete, the following year may yet place future success in jeopardy.

Despite representing the effort of a lifetime perhaps nothing better describes the value of the writer's work more accurately than the world ignoring it.

That being a routine case the writer chooses the stoic path in accordance with usual preference.  Should a change in response to his efforts occur the reaction to it will, one hopes, be appropriate to the circumstance.

With absence of it leaving the tried to continue appropriate service as true.

Thanks for being here and thanks for sharing the blog.

-          TFP
April 25, 2016



Monday, 18 April 2016

A contest of privacy versus publicity.



A few thoughts related to the writer's ongoing want for privacy versus his work's need for publicity are explored this week.

As usual, the ideas here provided are personal and meant for entertainment.  For while the world has developed a recent fascination with instruction the writer continues to value musings related to process.  Those looking for someone to tell them either what to do or how to do it are thus best served searching elsewhere.  What is available at this blog is a report of circumstances ridiculous.  What is not is a path to either education or enlightenment.

As a fellow pursuing an independent vision the writer also encourages it.

Thus another of the intractable realities of the life ongoing is highlighted with suitable reluctance this week.  As the battle to decipher the seeming endless conundrums governing survival and creative success continue the hapless scribe remains driven by the desire.  Despite economic downturn and advancing years the habits of a lifetime, with scant explanation, are clung to with stubborn diligence.

Faced with ever-worsening circumstance, the writer remains listed among those few who appear too foolish to desist.

Explanation for the success or failure of the work and by extension its creator is from time to time mentioned here at the blog.  While rare the occasional mention of the various difficulties encountered and the many differences of goal and opinion is here noted.  The writer with little exception has revealed more than a few of the persnickety and disagreeable habits assisting in his careers continued languish.  Not for nothing are those identified as prodigious talents allowed to waste.

For much more than talent is needed to achieve popular success in most fields.

The writer being known for mercurial temper and strong opinions was long ago discovered a challenge with which to work.  A near addiction to solitude and a preference for a pace of life more appropriate to the nineteenth century than the twenty-first serves as yet another limiting factor.  While a man of significant energy known for the extremes of dedication the writer is also understood to be less than accepting of the routine demands of industry or economics.  Much like a hibernating beast he appears to best function only when removed from the daily activity of the world around him.

To find success in an activity other than sleep in such a case must be accepted as only usual.

The value of publicity is on permanent display in our civilized society while the distaste for privacy grows daily around the world.  With our wired lives now serving personalized demands for time and money courtesy online advertising delivered to all via the now ubiquitous internet the new reality is undeniable.  A growing commitment to sharing information both personal and specific is encouraged among the masses and the corporate world rushes to take advantage.  Despite the cautions of many the population rushes headlong to a trough prepared for their hurried consumption.  To consider the contents of the beverage or its eventual effect meanwhile is left to history.  The need to taste the new overrides both caution and the formerly common sense.

Like lemmings the ignorant follow their corporate leaders over the edge of an unseen cliff.

The writer only with hesitation and despite real need thus proceeds at a relative glacial pace along the path of independent promotion.  Though the success of his work is paramount protection of personal privacy is also held in great esteem.  For even publishing this blog represents a significant invasion while providing limited return.  As wish to avoid the traffic overhead ~ and implied support ~ created by advertising limits the commercial potential of it.

For sale or promotion of product or service beyond the work of the writer is not the purpose here.

That even the vehicle used for this purpose is means to secure personal and private information on behalf of its provider is also a known fact.  The modern fallacy of free goods and services, despite its wide acceptance in the age of the internet, is only that.  Each instance of software or hard goods offered with no financial cost returns real value to its provider as information about its consumer.  Though most ignore the factual reality of the situation no sense is found denying its effect.  For that known as 'the sharing economy' enriches only those properly identified as oligarchs while reducing individuals to a source of content.

The world has devolved into a corporate data mine with the inhabitants its ore.

Despite accepted terms of nationality the writer is not nor has ever been known for apology.  The habit extends to neither behavior nor result as in most cases explanation is assumed apparent to those of sufficient intelligence.  Those lacking the required mental capability are thought best left to misunderstand to their hearts' content.  That some will and have been displeased by this position meanwhile is accepted here with limited concern.  The writer is devoted to an individual pursuit whose sole value requires the opinion of his audience ~ however limited it may or may not be ~ is stubbornly ignored.

In the vernacular of the times content is esteemed while profit is a secondary, and distant, concern.

The latest news reveals more good reviews of first novel 'A Dog and His Boy' appearing while work on novel number three nears completion.  In spite of failing energy the real effort of releasing second novel 'Grand Opening' must soon begin.  Pertinent information, posted as the date approaches, is soon available via the usual outlets.  The hope for increased sales continues despite the limitations of independent promotion and thanks are offered to you, the reader, either again or in advance, for your much-needed support.

Without it there can be no continuing.

Thanks for being here and thanks for sharing the blog.

-          TFP
April 18, 2016