One of the really neat things about writing my blogs for Loredagger is getting feedback from the public. When you're having a hard time meeting the next deadline, or getting the next cover photo just right, it helps to check out the latest likes on Facebook. You readers, the ones who help us keep the bills paid and the lights on, may not understand just how much we appreciate your support of our
Sitting down to write a blog every week is no big deal. If no one reads it, I'm only out about 15 to 30 minutes of time. Easy as pie! Now, on the other hand, if I spend months and months of time writing, rewriting, formatting (THANKS STAN) and editing photos (THANKS COLT) and no one buys the books, then I am in the deepest of despair known to writers. I am in the throes of the woe-is-me I am going to have to work extra jobs forever blues.
If you've read my bio, you know I sold real estate for a few years. I loved the job, but hustling
houses to people that couldn't afford what they wanted was not a good way for me to make a living.
When your bank won't finance your dream home, you have to go cheaper. No one likes to hear that
truth. I didn't like telling it. Eventually a dwindling bank account can squash any dream. Supporting your family has to come first. If you don't take care of your family, the dream is worthless.
I still work as a gunsmith. I love breaking firearms down to their components and reassembling them. Because gunsmithing always took a second place to higher paying jobs, I never devoted full time to it. It helped pay the bills when money was tight. Because much of the work is seasonal, I couldn't rely on it for paying the bills on a regular basis. Besides, when you convert profits to ammo, it is hard to get ahead. Working around guns has been a blast! What do you call a rich gunsmith? A man who married a woman with a large dowry. Old gunsmith jokes are the worst.
Nursing has been the biggest payer of bills for most of my adult life. I've gotten to meet a lot of fine people over the years in various medical settings. I like to think I helped some of them. While
some of the dirtiest and most thankless tasks of my life were done in hospitals, some really great memories are there as well. I especially remember some night shift nurses hiding my future wife
at the nursing station to visit with me. I hated night shift and they wanted to cheer me up a bit. It worked, until the nursing supervisor caught on. Called down to the office, I was in the process of getting fired, until one of the braver nurses called the supervisor, confessing to setting up the event in the name of young love. That took guts. In those days, you could get fired for long hair, unpolished white shoes, or too much jewelry. Comrades in white used to look out for one another. My, how times have changed.
Now that sales for the Wanderers are moving up, you can expect even more from Loredagger. There are other books in the works. There are other genres to be explored. New and fiercely
exciting characters are already being worked into new story lines. You , the reader will be taken
to new battle grounds. Stand ye ready? From the comments, likes and considerable financial
support, it is evident you are indeed ready. For your love and support, this old writer thanks you.
Truly, without the casual readers and the dedicated Lorefans around the globe, our work at Loredagger would not be possible. Thank you again, one and all. Now please go buy another Loredagger book! My retirement may depend on it!