So, the good news: “Days of the Phoenix” has officially outsold “Broken Promise Records!” You, and you exclusively, have made my sophomore effort more successful than the freshman one! People have been loving “Days of the Phoenix” and hearing back from folks who have loved the book are just making my heart swell — sincerely, your support has been tremendous and heartfelt. The way you all came to the table with “Broken Promise Records” and supported my work without question was game changing.
Unfortunately, I had to pull “Broken Promise Records” from the bookshelves. So, if you got a copy, treasure it, because there will be no way to buy a replacement.
It’s this time of the year, right after a book release, that I find myself in the middle of a “Post Release Hangover” — my release efforts for “Days of the Phoenix” is done and then you are left with a crater of feeling, a lack of purpose even. When you change your gears from drafting, to editing, to marketing, it can be difficult to change gears back to drafting, but it must be done.
When I was done writing “Broken Promise Records,” I thought that it was one of the coolest things I’d ever done. If I ever only wrote that one book, I would be happy. Come January, I decided that I wanted to compete in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), and so I committed to writing a book in a month; and that’s when I wrote “Days of the Phoenix.” National Novel Writing Month comes around and I am able to produce another manucript. I am planning on competing in NaNoWriMo again and will try to get a warm up manuscript together before then.
Right now, at this moment, I am taking a moment to be grateful to everyone who has supported me along the way, for all the stars aligning, and for the ability to keep writing.
I just wanted to check in and let you all know how appreciated you all are!
Twitter has a fantastic writing community, and one of the most frequent questions asked among writers is: how do you break up writer’s block. My answer is simple. It’s a writing prompt meant to open the creative centers of my brain — that prompt:
A giraffe is testifying against a chimpanzee in a court of law for the murder of a gazelle — the giraffe accidentally confesses to the murder. Why was the giraffe trying to frame the chimpanzee and where there accomplices?
Continue reading ““The Zoodiac Killer” – The A.P. Miller Method of Busting Writer’s Block”
[DISCLAIMER]: This blog was written in jest, intended for laughs. I am not implying or alluding to any accusations that anyone who is involved in real estate or plays Monopoly is uncouth — the entire point of this post is the make the labors of playing the end game of Monopoly even worse. Monopoly is a trademark of Parker Brothers, no copyright infringement is intended.
Who doesn’t love Monopoly? The people who hate it, that’s who. Monopoly is quite possibly the single biggest rift in the American family dynamic since the Mistress. You sit around a board, hoping to have a quiet evening of family fun, and that all heads straight for the toilet and usually ends in a capitalist bloodbath that leaves people not speaking to each other for days on end.
Continue reading “Satire: Hyper Realistic Rules For Monopoly!”
This is my dog — her name is Princess Alice Gertrude McBeal Miller, the 4th, Duchess of Dog. You may call her Princess, Alice, Her Royal Highness, and if you’ve earned extra special favor from the royal family, you may call her Gert. I wouldn’t hold my breath for that last one, I’ll warn you.
Since every good looking party boy who works at the groomers thinks that its okay to play grab-ass with my little girl, I have to put away Fun-Loving-Author-Of-Books, A.P. Miller away, and break out Mr. Miller. Mr. Miller is exactly what you think of him as; Mr. Miller wants to argue with the store manager over expired coupons, Mr. Miller wants a free stay at a hotel because there were only two towels (and not three), and Mr. Miller has strong opinions about how the youth these days doesn’t work as hard as his generation. I don’t like being that guy, but when guy smiley is walking out of the grooming area with an arm full of the world’s most beautiful dog, looking pleased with himself that he got to hold her in his arms, then my hand has been forced.
Continue reading “Rules For Interacting With My Dog”
I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this story; when I decided to leave Pennsylvania and move to Wilmington, North Carolina, I’d never seen the city before. I had it on good faith that the city was beautiful, that there were a lot of reasons why I should go live there, but I’d never seen it for myself. I packed all of my things, loaded a UHaul full of all the life I could carry, and at three in the morning, I left the Keystone State with no intention of ever carrying a Pennsylvania Driver’s License again in my life.
Continue reading “I Love Radio, and I Think You Should Too”