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Monday, December 12, 2011

Scammer Chapter 2

Chapter 2
            My lifelong friend Mark was patiently awaiting my arrival at the coffee shop across the street from my apartment. As I left my home for what was possibly the last time; I wished I could’ve gone back up to them, waved a magic wand, and made this all go away. I thought I would ask Mark to go up and speak to them but it was out of the question. After all, who was he to them? Not family. To me he was someone I could bounce problems off of and receive reasonable, as well as sound advice. I wasn’t a patient person. I would go headstrong into most situations, disregarding the steps leading to a positive outcome, letting the chips fall where they may. Occasionally, my actions would result in failure; like this morning and other times they would yield a positive result. Nevertheless, I lived this way my entire life and I wasn’t about to change, even though I feared it would all end soon.
            “Took you long enough” Mark stated as he stepped outside of the shop with a cup of coffee in hand. I wasn’t hungry and informed him that I needed him to take a ride with me. We continued back to the parking garage under my building to get my car.
“Sorry, I was busy,” I replied as I was shaking slightly from just happened.
“Ok,” he answered as he entered on the passenger side of my BMW M3 realizing I was in the mood to drive today. Ever since I purchased this car, he hadn’t driven it when we were together. I loved this car so much. I had a Benz before this, which I liked as well, but there was something about this car that made me feel connected to it. It was a strange feeling to explain; boys with toys stuff I guess.  
            I sped out of the garage, gave a wave to Steve, the parking attendant, and surveyed the area still wary if Peter and his crew were still nearby. I should have been more alert when I first entered the garage, but I was depressed about my family; or soon to be ex-family. There wasn’t a soul in sight that resembled a threat, even though we were on the streets of Manhattan. Traffic was heavy for mid-morning, as the streets were flooded with cabs, delivery trucks and other commuters. The sidewalks, filled with people on their way to work or wherever they were going.
            “You seem edgy,” said Mark. “Is everything alright?”
“No, everything is fubar,” I answered pulling up to the traffic light, admiring a blonde passing by in a short, leather skirt who looked like she was still in high school.
“Fubar?”
“Yeah. Fucked up beyond all recognition!”
“Oh, ok I got it. So you want to tell me about it or keep staring at that blonde whose obviously too young for you while the light is green?”
We shared a laugh as I hit the gas leaving behind another girl I would never sleep with.
“Well, one of my clients and his cronies broke into my place today, held us at gunpoint and gave me a Sophie’s Choice type scenario to play out for their amusement. In the end, I nearly killed Brian, lost my family and lost the stash in Lincoln.”
Mark swished his tongue around his mouth, forcing his face to bubble out. He closed his eyes, juggled his head for moment, which he always did before he gave an answer during a serious situation. He was usually unflappable, never having a kneejerk reaction to something said or thrown his way. However this was different as he displayed his thought process without communicating through his body language.
“I’m sorry. I knew that sooner or later the bubble would burst on this.”
“Yeah well it has… and I have to tie up some loose ends before I head to Tampa.”
“Well only you, me and Greg know of about Tampa right?”
I turned away, which presented my answer without saying it. He let out a disappointing sigh, as he shook his head in obvious disgust. “Who else knows Jeff?”
“I took Stacey there a few times and Sal knows too.”
“Well before we leave, I think you should call Greg to see if everything is ok. We should go straight down there but I know you’re going to pay a visit to Stacey and Sal and see what they know. I wish you would’ve taken my advice and not been so careless. That’s a lot of money and now you’re down.”
            As I pulled the Beemer around the corner having to stop for another traffic light, I couldn’t help feeling that this whole affair could’ve been avoided if I, as Mark said; had not been careless. Now my family was gone, some of my money and if the other stash has been compromised, some pretty shady characters would be hunting me down like deer in season. I glanced over at Mark. He was everything I wanted to be. We were both the same age, but he appeared younger. His brown hair was cut perfectly compared to mine, which was thinning, with a poor excuse for a comb-over. He was in good shape, his muscular-frame filled out his clothes, as I had to struggle to fit into my 42 long suits every day. Even his voice exuded confidence to my almost nasally sounding tone that I detested.  It was so bad that I had other people record my phone messages since I sounded even worse on tape.
“So who should we see first?” I asked comparing my faults to his assets.
“I think Stacey would be a wise choice. After that, we can go find Sally boy. I’m sure we’ll find him gambling as usual.”
            Mark had always been suspicious of Sal. Since day one, he said there was something about that guy that rubbed him the wrong way. Sal annoyed him enough that Mark chose not to be around when Sal was present. I always wanted them to be friends, but I kept a buffer between them to avoid any fireworks.
“Hey I just remembered. I was told that Scott had a part in this as well.”
“Irving?”
“Yeah. Supposedly he had a setup in Frisco and from what I gathered; he tried the same scam on Peter and his friends. Apparently he told them I was about to run off with the money; so that’s why they confronted me this morning. Not only did they assault me and my family, but they got to Steel as well. The whole stash is gone.”
“I know, you told me that part. But what confuses me is Irving and the connection to Nebraska,” he said rubbing his chin, squinting his eyes, deep in thought. “There is no connection. He knew nothing about the nursing home or the day care center down south. That’s why I don’t believe he was in on this alone. I think someone else helped him. You said the only people who knew of the stash were Stacey and Sal?”
“Correct.
“And Irving knew nothing about the hiding spots?
“Right.”
“So I think you have your answer.”
“Yeah, unfortunately I do.”
            The guy behind me laid on his horn as I realized the light had turned green. I put my hand up in an apologetic wave, continued through the intersection and headed towards Stacey’s place; plotting my next move. The car behind me, a mid-sized Nissan pulled up alongside of us at the next light. The man inside couldn’t have been more than thirty and was shouting obsenities at me as I continued my chat with Mark. I rolled down the window as he was still yelling.
“Why don’t you shut up or me and my buddy will come over there and kick your ass,” I shouted back as he gave me an odd look and pulled away calling me fucking-wacko or something to that accord.
“What an asshole,” I said as I slowly drove down the road, hoping not to catch up to the belligerent driver. The last thing I needed today was a fight.
“Yeah. You should be glad he didn’t want to fight,” Mark said.
“Why?”
“What good would I be?
I wondered why he said that. He would’ve been able to handle that guy with ease. Maybe he wasn’t in the mood to fight today? Come to think of it, in all the years I’d known him, I couldn’t recall Mark ever speaking of or being involved in a fight.
“Have you ever been in a fight?” I asked.
He tilted his head, shaking it side to side and gave me look conveying his answer.
That was all I needed to see.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Author Interviews

Hope your all having a great weekend as the end of the year quickly approaches. I have been reading many blogs with author interviews lately and I find them astonishing. I am always interested in hearing how writers got into the profession and got published. I have a series of questions and I would post these in links via twitter and facebook so it could get the author some publicity and interest. Let me know if anyone is interested. I have included a sample interview with myself (not trying to be pompous!) just as an example.
 
An interview with Anthony Newman...author or the upcoming novel "Scammer"

Q-How and when did you first start writing?
A- I began when I was in grade school. I would write war stories and alien stories and others.

Q- Did you envision that one day you would be a writer and possibly put out a novel?
A- It was a pipe dream. People always read my work and were usually positive. I was nervous about getting an agent and submitting queries. Now with e-books so popular and it's easier to self publish, the dream is becoming a reality.

Q-What kind of training or instruction did you have?
A- English class in school. Reading  and more reading. Reading how to books on writing. Going on blogs and websites of other writers and again; reading.

Q-What kind of story is Scammer
A- It's about a man named Jeff who runs a ponzi scheme and is discovered by some shady characters before being busted by the authorities. He also is mixed up in an offshore-cyber money bank that works with terrorist and other underworld villains. Jeff goes on the run and all these people come out of the woodwork to try and get their money back.

Q-Are you self publishing or going the traditional route?
A- Self publish. I feel i will have more control and as a first time novelist, I cant say that I would fare well with many established publishing houses. I have seen how JA Konrath, Amanda Hocking and John Locke have succeeded so I decided that route was for me.

Q Do you have any advice for other writers?
A- I'm no expert but I would say keep practicing the craft. Write everyday. Read everyday and connect with many readers and writers in your genre via twitter, facebook, goodreads and other sites.


Well thats about it. If you have any suggestions for other questions please let me know. I look forward to hearing from you and please email me if you wish to be interviewed. I think we could all learn a thing or two from each other.

Thanks for the time,
Anthony

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Check out Chapter One of "Scammer"

 Hi everyone! I will be posting some of my book "Scammer" on my blog. If you have any feedback positive or negative...please let me know. Some of the formatting is a little off kilter which I am corrected via Word. I will be posting additional chapters through the week. Thank you.


Chapter One
  My day normally began with a cup of coffee and the morning paper; yet today started out with me and my family being held at gunpoint by five masked men. I ran a Ponzi scheme; similar to the one ran by my predecessor, who is presently serving life in prison. My plan worked well for many years. I eluded investigations by the SEC and other governing bodies with ease. However, I made the mistake of taking money from a right-wing militia leader from the Midwest named Peter Bennett, who invested about ten million dollars with my company, JSM Finance. Yesterday he called, telling me he wanted his money; immediately. I told him it would take a few days. He hung up the phone and is now here, holding us hostage.
            These men had entered my upscale, west side apartment this morning while we ate breakfast. My wife Alexia, thirteen-year-old daughter Andrea and my eighteen-year-old son Brian were lined up, backs to the mirrored wall in the dining room. I was forced to sit in one of my piano-black dining room chairs, while one of the masked men who introduced himself as Peter, sat in the chair in across from me. I figured this was Peter Bennett behind the mask, which only revealed his eyes and mouth, but I had never met him so I couldn’t be absolutely positive.
“I asked you for my money and you stalled. You took it fast enough from me, yet you failed to return it when I asked for it. Obviously, something has happened to it. I do not intend on letting you rip us off.” He paused, took a deep breath and adjusted himself on the chair before asking me, “Are you going to answer my questions and cooperate?”
I tried to answer as my body inadvertently shook from fear. I nodded in agreement.
The well-built man dressed in a flannel jacket, blue jeans and a wool-mask continued.
“So, I see all this stuff on the news about you swindlers and I start to think. Maybe this man who has my money, who also lives in New York, is doing the same thing? Therefore, I begin to dig. And I dig and dig. Then, I happen to find a man named Scott Irving. You know him right?”
       I could feel rabid thoughts streaming through my mind as he told me this. Irving worked for me years ago, branched off on his own, started his own Ponzi in Frisco and subsequently fell off the face of the planet. He must’ve spilled the beans to Peter.
“May I speak,” I asked focusing my attention to my family who appeared dumbfounded.
They thought all along I was an investment banker and my work was legit.  
“Go ahead, talk,” Peter said as I tried placing his accent as western or southern. He was from Tennessee I believed, but I couldn’t decipher the accent.
“Whatever he told you is a lie. He stole from me and I let him off with a warning. I heard he started some investment firm in San Francisco,” I said knowing that he probably knew more about Scott than I did by now. I’d lost track of him, only picking up bits and pieces about him from colleagues in the industry who did business with him before his disappearance. There were rumors floating around that he turned over evidence and was in witness protection. There were other rumors that he stole from the wrong person and is now dead.
“What’s going on Jeff?” Alexia chimed in, as she had been surprisingly quiet up to that point.
I shook my head side to side, telling her, “Not now honey.”
She remained silent, yet had that look on her face that I usually got when I embarrassed her in front of her friends or family.
            Peter inched his chair closer, dragging it across my newly stained wood floor. Looking down, I could see it left a nice scratch, which I shouldn’t be worried about, but I was. The floor was made of mahogany and was recently stained and sealed.
“Your friend told us all about your operation from top to bottom. It’s quite funny,” he added as I turned my head away, his breath was horrible; a mix of tuna and onion I believed. “People like you, take money from people like us and mix it all together. You pay people with other people’s money while you don’t actually invest it. That’s how your scam works correct?”
My family looked at me as though I was a mass murderer. I wasn’t, just a thief in a suit.
He continued, “Scott told us that you were about to run off with our money and that I should get here as soon as possible. I didn’t fully believe him, you’re all thieves. He won’t be ripping anyone off anymore. He tried the same scam you seem to be running.” He paused, glancing over at his men before bringing his attention back to me. “Now, why would you take my money? Do you know what I am? Do you know what I do? Do you actually think you could hide and I wouldn’t find you?”
I swallowed whatever moisture was left in my mouth as my neck felt swollen. I needed to be smart. If I answered wrong, we were finished. If I answered right, we were probably done as well. It was a cluster-fuck. Like a room with no doors, there was no way out.
“No, you would find me. I’m sorry if I misled you.” I said feeling utterly helpless.
            Peter leaned back, looked over towards his men as one of them surprised me by placing a revolver into my hand. I didn’t know what kind it was; I wanted to ask but this wasn’t the time. Why had they given it to me? I couldn’t answer my own query as the gravity of this dilemma had reached new and unexpected heights.
“In your hands is your future. Simple, eloquent, destructive. I know maybe you’re thinking, why would they possibly put a loaded, .38 caliber Smith and Wesson revolver into my hands? The answer is simple, yet I will give you many choices.” He rose from the chair and walked over to the head of the table as I had my answer to what kind of gun it was.
“You have options my friend. First you can try to kill us all. I advise against that. There is only one bullet in the gun and you Wall Street types are not very adept at killing people. If you try, we’ll kill all of you. Second. You can use the gun on yourself. Your family will watch as you blow your brains out all over your expensive granite table. They will have that memory of your horrific death etched in their minds forever. If you do this, I will let them live,” I thought about interjecting to tell him with me gone, there was no way he would get his money but he was smart and may have it already. He continued as I stared down at the gun and thought how this was the most intelligent, hillbilly I’d ever met.
“Third option. You can shoot one of your family members. I don’t know which way would be better. Have them turn around and you shoot them, execution style from behind or have them look at you while you do it. Not only will they see the look in your eyes but also you will see the fear in theirs,” he finished as his goons seemed to like the third, chuckling and moving about in unison.
            What was I to do? If I shot myself, how would I know they wouldn’t have killed them anyway? I would be dead, so I wouldn’t. If I tried to fight back, there was only one bullet and the only gun I had ever fired was plastic and used water for ammunition. Option three. How could I? My dear wife, who I met in twenty years ago at college, married, had a family with, and adored more than anyone else. I couldn’t kill her. My daughter, who was just thirteen, beautiful, rebellious, smart and witty. She had so much to live for. Then there was my son. I loved him so much, but there was one thing. Alexia and I had a one-night fling with a couple while we vacationed in Vegas around the same time she became pregnant with Brian. There was always the chance that he wasn’t mine. I had questioned, but never could bring myself to have a paternity test performed to see if my suspicions were true. We all had blue eyes, his were brown. We all had brown hair, his was blonde. Most people would say how much he looked like me, but I never fully believed them. I wanted to believe, I really did, but I never could. As he looked up at me with those unfamiliar, brown eyes, my choice was clear.
            “Peter, I have an answer for you. But first, let me ask you this. How do you intend on getting your money if I’m dead?” I said believing I could reason with this man. He seemed intelligent, patient and collected. Hopefully he didn’t have the money already.
“Are you trying to bargain with me?” he said. He seemed annoyed, yet intrigued by my query.
“No. However, if it’s the money you want. How are you going to get it if I’m dead?”
He let out a sigh, shaking his head as he walked over to my children, patting each of them on the head, and rubbed his hand under my wife’s chin as she scornfully turned her head away from him.
“We stopped in Lincoln on the way to see you. A retirement home? Not a bad idea but easily accessible.”
This was bad. Not only had they gotten their money, but a good-sized chuck of the money in the pool as well. My earlier suspicions were true. Good thing I kept some hidden in Florida or I was really fucked. Bad news though, is that Peter has his ten million plus another two-hundred and fifty. They must’ve had a big truck as I had to smuggle it in bit by bit while I visited my sickly aunt at the nursing home. I had made friends with the owner; Gerald Steel, fattening his wallet in exchange for access to the downstairs rooms of the facility. The rooms were abandoned years ago when the home built their new wing above ground. People had been complaining about the elderly being forced to live underground like moles. Between the humidity and perspiration, their smell was worse than what they normally smelled like. Once moved above ground, the windows brought in fresh air to wash away the stench of the inhabitants. Meanwhile, I had access to the entire area. The only drawback was the smell, which even permeated through the bags I kept the money in.
            “So, now what are you going to do?” he asked, his patience appearing to grow thin by the strain in his voice. He checked his Bulova watch, so I knew they didn’t wish to stay any longer than they possible needed. “I already have my money and made quite a profit from what we took. Mr. Steel was most cooperative in telling us its location when presented with your current situation.”
Steel! That fat bastard. I knew eventually he would fold. I’d been planning to move the money later this year but hadn’t figured out where. I wondered if they killed him or paid him off. Either way, I could use the Florida stash to bargain with, which was much larger than the stash in Lincoln. I decided to wait before revealing it even existed.
“So what did Steel choose?” I asked out of curiosity.
Peter laughed. “He won’t be getting any Christmas presents from his wife this year.” he said drawing another round of laughs from his men who seemed to be his audience. They seemed amused by the slightest joke, although not funny. I felt sorry for Steel, even though he sold me out and was probably dead.
            “Enough stalling Jeff. I have my money and I have your money. I have other people’s money which you’re going to have to explain where it went if you get out of this alive. By the way, I failed to mention option four.”
I didn’t want to know what option four was but I had to know so I asked.
“We kill all of you since you didn’t choose one, two or three. Consider it none of the above. Now you have thirty seconds to decide or door number four opens.”
            Peter checked his watch again, which made me wonder why a man from the sticks would be wearing such a classy watch. I could feel a nudge in my back from the man behind me as they appeared ready to carry out option four. What was I to do? I had been going over the options since they were presented, with no answer in sight. There was no right answer. I could’ve taken the easy way out and shot myself. No, I couldn’t do that. Same with Alexia and Andrea. Brian was shit out of luck. But what if he really was my son? How could I live with myself knowing that I murdered him? What would my wife, daughter and everyone else think knowing I did that? I knew she didn’t have the same skepticism about him since she gave birth to him. I didn’t care at the moment, as long as I would still be alive.
“Ten seconds,” Peter said as the men rustled around, readying there weapons.
“Ok…I’ve made a decision.”
“Good,” Peter responded. “And with five seconds to spare. I was hoping you would have taken it down to the wire like they do in the movies. You know 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.”
I smiled as I told him, “I wish this was a movie and I could turn it off.”
            We had a real dilemma at that moment. This was the end all, be all. I almost wished that we would all die so I wouldn’t have to suffer the indignity of what was about to happen. I had an unpleasant feeling come over me knowing I was about to kill Brian, but saving Alexia and Andrea, as well as myself was the tradeoff.  Even if he was my son, one death to save three lives was acceptable; this was about sacrifice. Brian was sacrificing himself, by my actions, to save his mother, father and sister. A voice inside my head kept saying, “Keep telling yourself that!” The voice then called me an asshole. With all I had done, I had an express lane to hell waiting for me when I died, so why not speed up my trip.
“What it gonna be?” asked Peter, who was losing patience with me, cocking the hammer back on his gun.
“I’ll take the third option.”
       He eyes presented a bewildered look as the other men shared the same glances with each other. I could bet they were thinking how someone could be so cold, to kill one of his own. The cries of protest emanating from my wife and daughter drowned out any thoughts I had at that moment. The men had pointed the barrels of their guns at them, settling them back against the wall. How nasty I thought it would've been, to see the blood of one of my loved ones splattered upon it. What was more astonishing was that Brian didn’t utter a word of protest; almost like he knew what choice I would make.                                                                            “Who’s it gonna be?” Peter asked amidst the commotion that had just transpired.
I hesitated, thought about being the tough guy and taking one for the team. However, that wasn’t my style; I was selfish. I would sell my soul and everyone else I knew if it meant my survival. Women and children first was a fairy tale to me.
“Brian.”
“You can’t…Jeff….he’s our son,” Alexia cried out in protest as she had to be restrained.
“Dad, please,” plead Andrea as she huddled up against her brother for what was possibly the last time.
Brian was silent which made me proud. Surely he couldn’t be mine. The courage he displayed was a trait I didn’t have, thus confirming my beliefs.
“Ok Jeff. Put the gun to his head and kill your only son,” commanded Peter.
            I thought about killing myself again, but the same response from my brain told me no. The women were shouting, while Brian looked me square in the face, almost daring me to kill him. I shuddered, as the gun shook in my hands from nervousness. I nearly dropped it to the floor but was able to maintain control. I could feel my heart racing as I wished I would just have a heart attack, die and they would make that be option five.
“Can he turn around and face the wall?” I asked.
“No, besides there’s a mirror so it makes no sense.”
‘Please. I’m doing what you want; it’s the least you could give me.”
“Give you,” he shouted getting right in my face. “Give you. Let me tell you something. You’re lucky we didn’t come here. Beat you; rape your wife, your daughter and hell while we’re at it, you and your son. We are hillbillies after all. I gave you a choice. You had your chance. You could’ve decided to return my money when asked but no… you stalled. Therefore, we went ahead, took our money, robbed you and now you have to face the music.”                                                                                                                                        Who was feeding him all of my information? Scott Irving could’ve given him a little, but not that much. Peter must’ve got to someone in my office. But nobody knew about my plan to leave except for Stacey; my mistress. She must have talked. There was Sal as well.
Alexia looked up at me. “Is that true?” she asked.                                   
“Most of it,” I answered, turning my head as I couldn’t look at her out of pure shame.
“My god. Take that gun and kill yourself. Your dead to us.” she cried out as she looked at Brian and hugged him along with Andrea. “Don’t kill our son so you can live.” She had been putting up with my crap for years. The lies, the unfaithfulness, everything. She deserved better than what she got with me; they all did.
“Your husband was going to run off with all the money he’d been stealing from people and make a new life for himself elsewhere. I can’t believe he didn’t tell you. Why didn’t you tell her?” he said mocking me along the way. He knew about Stacey; he had to.
I was speechless.
“We’re waiting Jeff. Now.”
            I slowly aimed the gun at Brian as my wife and daughter closed their eyes.
“Jeff, do it now or we kill you all,” ordered Peter as he and his men pointed their weapons at us.
I looked into my son’s eyes and told him, “I’m sorry.”
His mouth remained shut. He looked up at me as though he understood what was going on in mind.
I closed my eyes, and squeezed the trigger.
My life had ended. All was silent.
I heard no bang, just the hammer clicking and the cylinder turning.
I opened my eyes. Brian was still there. Andrea and Alexia were still crying yet looked relieved as well as confused.
“Now the real punishment begins. The rest of your life will be filled with guilt. Your wife and children, especially your son will realize what kind of man you are. The fact that you would’ve killed your own son. All you care about is yourself. You don’t care about these people. Every time they see you, they will see a coward and most of all; they will never forget what happened here today. That you wouldn’t sacrifice your own life for one of theirs. I got my money and more and you’ll have plenty of people coming to get theirs soon enough,” he said finishing with a nod.
            Peter walked over to me, relieving me of the weapon. He opened it, revealing that it was empty. If I had only checked, but then again, I knew nothing about guns. He smiled as he and his boys left the apartment. I figured he would’ve told us not to call the police but he probably knew I wouldn’t. I went over to my family, attempting to console them. Alexia slapped me across the face and pushed me away. Andrea shook her head at me in disgust and Brian showed no emotion which was more confusing than anything else. Andrea held them both. “Stay away. Just leave!” she yelled waving me off.
I tried to get a word in but to no avail. I fucked up; fucked up big time. I went into the bedroom, packed a bag, and walked back through the dining room, pleading my case to stay with the same negative response. I texted my friend Mark who I was supposed to meet over twenty minutes ago at the coffee shop across the street. He was patient and was probably still waiting for me. I exited the apartment, praying that I wouldn’t run into Peter and his friends on the way out. I could still see my family grieving as I took one last look at them, closed the door and entered the elevator. The whole ride down, I was thinking about getting to Tampa and the rest of the money. I should’ve been thinking about Alexia and the kids but if I didn’t get to that money, Peters group was going to seem like a barbershop quartet compared to some of the other characters I’ve stolen, I mean invested money for. At least Brian was alive. For the first time, I believed he was my son and I hoped that after this was over, I could be his father.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

The Finishline is in sight!

Hello everyone! Hope you're all getting ready for the holidays. We just put up out tree and I'm going to put the lights outside later. I have finally----I think, completed my revisions and added some extra material. I have been trying to go back and add/remove some of the "show dont tell" passages of the story. I think it would be easier if the story was written in the third person; not first person. I have the cover art being rendered by Ronnell D Porter who I found online and I have to say that his artwork is stellar. I would definitely tell people to use him; he is quick with emails and like I said, the artwork is stellar.  I have targeted the release of  "Scammer" for sometime this month. I am going to get a free reviewers code for the book and will offer it to all of my followers of my blog for free! I think I am going to follow in the footsteps of many indie self publishers and price it at 99 cents...after all--who am I? I'm unknown. If Amazon would let me price it lower..I would to get the exposure...which I hope to get. Anyone have any opinions or stories of how they self published or published? I would love to hear them. Thanks again for reading....Anthony

Saturday, November 12, 2011

The Final Revisions............... When is it Finally Done?

I have read over my manuscript fives times, even though it's been professionally edited, I still have been changing things. I was happy with the editing I received and put the story away for two weeks before I started tweaking. I tweak and believe, "Ok this is It!"  Then I go back and read it over again and I start cutting and adding new passages and words. I would like to think that it's good enough, that this is my rookie novel and isn't going to be perfect. However, I want whoever reads it to read a well-crafted story. I'm not concerned about making money( even though it would be nice!) with the novel, as I know the reality that indie-writers face. My plan is to build up a readership(is that a word?) and a following so I can entertain those who are reading the stories I write. I think after a few books (and hopefully many readers),  some success will be there as I have no plans to quit my day-job. Does anyone have any comments or advice on when they know that their story is done?  Thanks again for reading!

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Now that baseball is over....

November is finally here and I have to say that I am kind of glad it is. The weather in the northeast is changing and the distractions that have been present recently are going away. I was smack-dab in the middle of going over the editing of my novel "Scammer" when I became caught up with the World Series. I am glad the Cardinals won and now my nights are free to go over my story. I had my novel edited and I was quite happy with the work the editor did. I couldn't afford some I had checked about online, so I enlisted the services of an English teacher who bartered with me for some pest control service. I now have time to go over the edit and make sure I like it. Some passages were changed slightly, while some removed completely. My question to myself is: How do I know that the editing done what it should be? The editor did tell me that this was his review of the book. I wonder how it would be viewed by another editor. I had put a few sample chapters online in online writing forums ,"Fanstory" and "Reviewfuse" and have had differing opinions. Some people liked it, others hated it; guess I can't make everyone happy! Had anybody had that thought that if your story was edited by multiple editors that you would get different versions. I would say yes and then which version would you choose? Thanks for reading and I hope I have more time to write now that Big Band Theory is on almost every night!

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Self Publishing your novel

While doing some revisions on my novel before having it professionally edited, I've been checking how I am going to publish it. So far I have checked a few ebook publishers and they all seem pretty good. I have to say that Smashwords seems to be the best of them all. I think that I will have the cover art done by someone on Mark's List that I received from them. They have inexpensive ways to have a cover done for your book, as well as formatting if needed. I think that after I do that, I will upload it to Amazon although I have read that Smashwords will possibly be uploading directly there by the end of the year.
I have checked into Createspace for paperbacks if I decide to go that route. From what I've read online, if you use Createspace, they will upload a formatted copy for Kindle for $69...not 100% sure if that's correct. I am interested in how other self-published authors go about getting their books out there.
Drop me a line and let me know.  Thanks for reading----Anthony

Friday, September 23, 2011

Reboot?

Lately, all I see are movies being rebooted. What happened to Hollywood? I thought there were loads of writers with plenty of ideas for new movies. They have redone everything from Superman, Batman (which is the exception since the Batman movies are amazing), Friday the 13th, Halloween etc. I don't get why they can't come up with something original. Now, I know you may be saying why is he talking about movies? As it would pertain to novels, it made me wonder if this would ever happen. Let's say you read a story, loved it but had a better ending in mind or would like to change something here or there. I wonder if the same reboot could ever happen to books. I believe books are almost sacred in a way. Throughout history, people have done some pretty bad things and if you burned a book it's almost unholy. I think the way the author writes the book is by his or her design and nobody should change that. How many times have you seen a movie or asked somebody who has seen it and the response was, "It was good, but the book was better." I can't recall anyone saying the movie was better than a book; well The Running Man movie was awesome; no offense Steven, I mean Richard Bachman. Back to the point of this blog, I pray that one day this doesn't happen to any of us, that our stories are taken, redone or rewritten. We as authors have an image of what our story is and nobody should be able to take that away. I think all this came to me since i watched the Star Wars Blu-Ray with the new footage added and it made me long for the original versions. The capper was Vader screaming, "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" as he saved Luke from the Emperor. Still love the series but George Lucas should leave well enough alone. Hope my rant made some sense to anyone? Any thoughts would be appreciated.
    

Sunday, September 18, 2011

The Revision Process and Procrastination.

Well, I finished writing my novel called Scammer the other day. It was great to have FINALLY finished this. I have been writing off and on since 1994 (even though I used to write short stories when I was ten, which I used to get yelled at since I would write them about bad stuff; war, killers etc.) and I would start something, get about 60 or so pages in, come up with a new idea and get started on that. Working a full-time job, being married and having to care for three kids can get in the way of writing. I would promise myself that this was the night I was going to write, but a Knick game or Yankee game or a movie would be on and I would tell myself that I would get to it another day. Well those other days became, weeks, months and years. I would write a little here and there, then stop again. A year ago, a friend of mine got published and I got the itch to write seriously again. By the way his book" The Scar" by Michael Weiner which I think is a fantastic book is a great example of writing and having a full time job. Michael is a lawyer and a teacher and is married and had the time to write a book. My novel was started in May 2011 and finished September 2011. I still have revisions to make and have some beta readers check it out before I decide it's good enough to be published. I am self publishing it so I want to put the best product out I possibly can. By the way, any volunteers to beta read would be great and I will do the same for you as well; one hand washes the other.
I  have to say that this has been a great journey so far and there is still a long way to go. My main goal as new author is to get my name out there. I am not in this for the money right now; I hope will come someday!
I am hoping to get my name out there, establish a brand and build a readership this way readers will be looking for my next novel. I want my stories to entertain the reader and make them forget about the world they live in and immerse themselves in the story that I've written. I am interested in hearing about other author's path to writing their stories so drop me a line or post on here so others can see and repsond. The more we know about this craft, the better off we'll all be.
Til next time, thank you for reading -------anthony

Monday, September 12, 2011

Writing to your Audience...

From reading various blogs and books on writing, I believe we as authors have to write to our audience. If your genre is horror, somebody that reads romance novels may check out your work and think its not their cup of tea and vice versa. I also think that if the reader is into a fast paced story, they won't like a story that seems as though the author used a thesaurus as his/her co-author. I have come across some prose that I almost felt I needed a dictionary to read. I'm not saying that I'am illiterate, but sometimes using fancy words makes the author seem smarter, but insults the reader. Unless these words move the story in the direction that it needs to go, I believe using them can be a waste of time and turn off your reader. We are all writing to our audience and they are all unique. I read Huck Finn back in high school and not to be insulting as it is considered one of the best pieces of American literature, I found it boring and difficult to read. I went and rented the movie and passed my test; bad boy! So a few weeks ago I figured, hey let's try it again. I was young back then and now the more mature me would like it. WRONG! I think that now as a writer and avid reader, I found it the same boring, tough to read story. No offense Mr. Twain. Most people will disagree with me, but that's my opinion and that's what counts to me. I respect the opinions of others and we as authors should as well. Not everyone is going to like your story. I've had samples on writing sites that received 5 stars and the utmost praise and then the 2 star rating where I was told not to quit my dayjob. My opinion, everyone take it easy, don't be discouraged and write towards your target audience and you'll be fine. Not everyone will like your stories, but write to the ones that do! What do you all think of this? Please let me know your opinions on this subject. 
Til Next Time--Anthony

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Hi everybody, glad to see I had some people read the blog so far and I am happy to return the favor. I am just about done with my novel "Scammer." It's about a man named Jeff who runs a ponzi scheme and is visited by one of his supposed investors who has discovered his investment company is not on the up and up. Throughout the story, other investors learn of his deception and the story reveals the consequences of his actions. He entire life is effected by his actions from his family, friends and company.

I have been reading alot of stories by indie authors and I have found them to be quite good. It amazes me how good these writers are and I look forward to reading them in the future. I also encourage you to check out these blogs that I have been checking out.
http://www.bigphilparry.blogspot.com/
http://petercarroll.ravencrestbooks.com/
http://ravencrestbooks.com/    (dave lyons)

I believe that social networking is part of making a name for yourself in this ebook world. Getting your name out there is important, but I believe that it should be genuine, not simply for the sake of selling books. I think that's tacky and petty. I hope to build relationships with these authors as I stated before,"we are all in this together."
Years ago, you had a better chance of hitting lotto( well maybe not!) than getting published. Even if the writing is spot on, some editors wont give you the time of day since you arent represented by an agent.
It doesnt seem fair. But now with the introduction of ereaders, writers have more opportunities than ever.
It's nice that you can sample a chapter of an author or even pick up some for free or for .99 cents.
In this day and age, saving a few bucks on reading material is key and offers readers more chances to purchase more material.
Well enough rambling for today. Hope all is well with everyone and any comments, suggestions please let me know.
Thank you for reading-------anthony

Monday, September 5, 2011

First Post..hope i got it right!

Hello everyone,
I tried this blog yesterday and as usual, I had issues. Some people told me they left comments which didnt post. I went in and checked and I did something wrong. I hope I fixed it and it will work...keeping my fingers crossed. Anyway, I see everyone these days has a blog and I figured it was time to start one. I will be updating it with backgrounds and colors and gadgets as soon as I learn how to do it. Any suggestions, please let me know. If you like, follow me here, on twitter (anthonynewman72) or on facebook (anthony newman). I hope this blog will help you and help me with writing novels and learning all about this great industry. From reading JA Konrath's blog (A Newbies Guide to Publishing) which I equate to going to church for authors, it seems self publishing is the way to go. I am just about done with my first novel, even though I have 14 incomplete books in the tank waiting for completion. With any luck, once this one called Scammer is done, I can finish the rest of them. So if you like , please feel free to to message me or email cause we're all in this together. I hope all of us make it and become popular authors. And if you have any ideas for this blog, please let me know. If you guys are reading it, it's your blog too. Thank you for reading and I hope to make many friends here in the future.-------Anthony