I was a little premature yesterday in my announcement. The page was available, but the book wasn't set for purchase. So, let's fire up the dancing kittens. Now, on sale, at Amazon is the second installment of the God Bless the Child trilogy: Growing Up Jenny. I hope you will support me by picking up a copy, or, giving me a review (the story, like GBTC, has remained available for free on this site) So, go over now, have a look, take a gander at this pretty cover. Click it to go to the page.

I was looking over the front page and notice how different everyone posts look. I know some people know how to make title art and some don't but there are a few things that everyone can do in order to make the front page look a little cleaner or organized and probably load a bit quicker for us all.

When I first started posting stories, oh so many years ago, I thought I had a pretty good hand on my writing. I figured that I knew what I was doing, I had a college degree, was well read, and had been dabbling in writing since I was eight.

Yesterday I came home for work, my roommate was up and about (sort of weird for her, she normally sleeps until noon). She told me she was going out for the day and would be back in the evening to help me with Sunday papers. I told her cool, but she wasn't obligated (I appreciate the help, but every time she comes she has the look like it is utter torture).

I'm really starting to become paranoid. It started with the hearing of someone call out my name in my house the other night and the house being empty. Now I got this eerie feeling that someone is planning to burn down my house. I keep waiting to pull up my street and then be pinned in by the police, or FBI.

In my new book I have a scene where a bunch of friends are having lunch and holding a conversation. The issue I am having is how to make the conversation flow without ending each line with A said B said A replied C added to the conversation etc.

Could anyone provide a way to make this work where it seems natural or point to an online reference. THANKS

I've been very guilty in the past of posting my own stories but really not reading other peoples. Most of it had to do with time restraints and also this annoying tendency I have to get other people's 'voice' stuck in my head. If I start reading someone, whether mainstream or online, I will tend to start writing in their cadence and using their structure and tone often, so, usually when I am writing I generally don't read anything.

So I get home this morning after slaving for the man. Delivering papers is harder than people would think (and I have one unaccounted for, damn it). My roommate tells me that about 5 cop cars were at the house at 5 a.m. All the cops asked was if she had called 911 and if she was alone. I have no idea what that was about, but me and the Tampa Police Department is like a marriage that ended in a nasty murder/suicide (Really, really, really bad). So, outside of worrying that the cops are out to fuck with me again, I don't know if there is anything to worry about.

I finally figured out my life, I have all the answers, its so simple that it was easily overlooked and I could just shoot myself for not realizing it early. Unbeknownst to me, I am starring in my own sitcom. Of course I don't hear the laugh track or the theme music because I live this sitcom pre-edit (and with as much as I am cursing lately, it certainly needs to be edited unless I am airing on HBO or Comedy Central). This has to be the truth, because nothing else can possible explain the bizarre, asinine situations I find myself in.

Sometimes, I get ideas in my head and I say to myself, I say "Keith," Keith is the name I was given at birth and the one I generally go by outside of online (otherwise known as real life), "this is brilliant and sure to work. Your problems will be solved and you can go on to whatever next big thing is on the horizon."

So, a few months ago, I hatched a plan. I saw how it was suppose to play out, and, like most things, I planned to see it through.

I almost died the other day, or, in the very least, got seriously injured. That might account something for my pissy mood and the feeling that I am just moments away from yet another calamity.

As I often do, because I am anal retentive, the first thing I did when I got home was check to see my reads on my latest story, the cure. I notice that it had been removed from the front page. Is there a reason for this or an oversight? I already feel paranoid.

I am currently evaluating my situation and I think I've discovered what is wrong with my life.

I think I got the formatting right and am now offering God Bless the Child on Kindle(edited and reworked a little). For those of you who would like to help, buy a copy or at least leave a glowing review. I am offering it for 5.99, though that might be a bit pricey. I need to know where else I can offer the book. I lost all my bookmarks for ebook pubs. I am hoping someone discovers what I wrote and maybe I can go somewhere.