While I’m working on
getting my Books into Bookstores and Libraries, I’ve realised I need to jump on
the Waves called Audio Books and Non-US Sales.
By John Irvin
So I’ve been listening to a podcast
by one of a my Authorpreneur mentors. I’m going to have to talk about her work
sometime or interview her or something along those lines in the near future.
We’ll see.
But she’s been talking about how
Audiobooks are the fastest growing collective in the book field. The reason for
this is people don’t have the kind of time they used to—thanks to Netflix,
Hulu, and other wonderful streaming sites. There is also a growing number of
high schoolers graduating college unable to read.
Then there are those among us—some
of my friends—who learn and retain information better through sound. I retain
things when I can read them on a page, I discovered that in college.
But every one is different.
So I’ve decided I need to go audio.
As for whether I’m going to hire a narrator or do it myself—I’m certain 97% of
audio book readers would agree with me. An author should narrate his own work.
Now, I’ve never considered myself a
speech kind of person. I’m an introvert through and through.
That’s the whole reason I’m a
writer—I have so many things to tell you, but I don’t want to have to look you
in the face. Not because I’m a coward, it’s just my personality. I feed off of
vibes.
That’s besides the point.
So yes, that’s going to be one of my
next steps with my Longevity series.
Though I would like to have other
voice actors speak for my characters—that’s too expensive sadly. So I’m still
contemplating and figuring things out.
You know the funny and cool thing
about this blog. When you read it, if you read it when you get it, I’ll be
driving back down from a camping trip with a bunch of friends. Of course, it
may rain and we had to cut the trip short so I may already be home, but we’ll
see.
No one can predict the future to the
decimal.
But I’ve scheduled the post to make
sure I keep on time. I hate being late.
Europe’s e-book domain is growing exponentially…
As for the other idea, I’m going to
be looking into the foreign market for my books. My mentor has shown Kindle is
growing in leaps and bounds over in Germany and France.
Plus, I already have a United
Kingdom Book Tour planned—not sure whether that will be 2021 or 2022—so it
would make sense I make sure my books are selling first over there.
So these are two waves, I feel in my
gut I need to be riding. I have some hopes and goals for this coming New Year.
I’m looking forward to it.
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If Someone gave Me a Free
Ticket to Whatever Country of My Choosing Today, I’d pick Scotland
By John Irvin
I visited Scotland with my Dad when
I was fourteen years of age. We were there for a week and we saw so much. But
there was so much more we didn’t get to see.
Among the Castles we visited, we
found Edinburgh, Stirling, and Bothwell. While we were in the Bothwell Castle,
I had an ethereal moment. It was both terrifying and cool at the same time.
Dad and I were climbing one of the
towers, up one of those stone spiral staircases. I stopped to look out one of
the small windows notched into the stone wall. Dad kept going. I glanced over
my shoulder, down the stairs.
All of a sudden, a thought occurred
to me.
A land of faeries and knights of old, of the legendary Celts, my own ancestry…
There was a day, centuries ago, when
men charged up this very staircase to man the battlemounts at the top while an
invading army was attacking outside the walls.
It was in that split moment, the
hairs on my arms stood on end. I got this overpowering sensation there were
people running up with swords and bows and if I didn’t get out of the way, I’d
be impaled and trampled.
I tore up those stairs and reached
the top where Dad was already waiting.
Of course, I was a fourteen year old
with an overinactive imagination…then again, I’ll be thirty next month and
people still say my imagination is in overdrive. But months later, we were
watching the recording of Dad’s and my trip with the rest of the family. Dad
had video-taped the whole trip on his little camcorder.
In the film, we were standing
outside the Castle, Dad was recording the walls and the field around them
stretching between the forest surrounding the castle hill. This is when we
heard them.
In the video, the beating of war
drums sounded across the hills.
But there were no war drums.
Could they be the ghosts of the army
invading, the army I imagined was attacking when those ghosts charged up the
spiral staircase after me?
You laugh, but you never know.
This is what I love about Scotland
and the rest of the British Isles. It’s no wonder so many fairy-tales are set
in that those Realms. There are so many mystifying places and mysterious
haunts.
The glens and Highlands, the marshes
and rolling green hills, the forests and sea coasts, any fantasy writer like
myself finds it a place filled with magic.
My ancestry is Scots-Irish
(Originally Scottish, with Irish mixed in—there’s a difference between
Scotch-Irish which is the opposite). My Dad has managed to trace out lineage
back to the Bonshaw Tower Irvines. Though many centuries before, we were Kings
of Scotland. Malcolm and his father Duncan—the one murdered by MacBeth—were a
couple blood relatives.
Now, a thousand years later, I sit
here plucking the keys on my laptop, preparing to schedule my blog posts for
this upcoming week.
I look forward to visiting the land
of my ancestors again and to see the Highlands and the many other Castles…maybe
even Loch Ness. Last visit, we stopped by the other iconic lake: Loch Lomond so
it’s only fitting we visit Nessie.
I found a great book on Amazon for any of you who wish to travel Scotland sometime. No it’s not my own work—though I may come out with a few travel books once I’m a world traveller again in the future—but it’s still amazing!
If you’re ever in Scotland and wish to traverse the Highlands or Isles of the Dark Island.
But if you’re wanting fiction—other than my own fiction—then here’s a good Scottish fantasy I’ve read and enjoyed: Ghosts of Culloden Moor, Vol. 1.
There’s a reason my Longevity series starts out in Scotland and eventually returns. Sir Ihon Iraes, a Scot born in the early 12th Century, knows not of his true bloodline, but he knows of his Scottish roots and fights for them in Book 2, Independence, coming in January of 2020!
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When the Magic is
Unleashed on the World a Time Split Happens
By John Irvin
Happy
November to you, my Reader! I can’t believe it’s already November…wow.
So last week,
I shared excerpts from Shattered: The Complete Collection and Longevity, Book
1: Revelation. I hope you enjoyed them and find the stories intriguing.
This week,
I’m sharing below, an excerpt from my third top series, Magic’s Time Split.
This piece comes from Book 2: When Kingdoms Arise. After the Tech was killed by
Magic’s unleashing from the 10,000 idol of Thogh, the Egyptian god of Magic,
the three Immortals are keeping a good home going at the Palace near Hidden
Lake, Montana territory.
Then Gael
discovers Colin and Jenna hadn’t gone far when he banished them at the end of
Book 1: Hidden Lake’s Light. The trio discovers Colin has enslaved two Native
American tribes and has them thinking he’s a god while they work for him in
mines the next valley over.
Jessica and
Levi decide to put a stop to it.
But,
unfortunately, the Natives aren’t as warming to their preaching against the
“false gods.”
In a world where Magic rules and Tech is dead…
“Warn?”
The skin on the man’s face looked like dried leather. When he raised his
eyebrows it looked as if someone were stretching his entire face.
Jessica
wanted to hold on to Levi, but forced herself to wear a mask of confidence. She
pulled the photographs out of her breast pocket, handing them to her Consort.
He took
the stack of pictures, passing them off to the chieftain.
“What is
this?” One of the other leaders leaned against the older man’s side, sneering
down at the pictures.
“They are
proof those two gods your people have begun to worship are false gods. They are
mere human beings like you and I. We knew them before they were given powers.”
“Given
powers?” The chieftain’s eyes widened, looking up from the objects in his
hands. He looked like he expected the photos to burst into flames and burn his
fingers.
“Yes,”
Levi gritted his teeth. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end—he
wished he hadn’t pointed out that part. “We were given powers by an ancient
idol inside a mountain.”
“He speaks
lies,” someone from down the row blurted out. Fingers started pointing at the
two visitors.
Jessica
slipped her arm around Levi’s. Everything was about to go horribly wrong.
“This is
sorcery,” the chieftain threw the photos on the ground. But instead of stomping
on them as Levi expected, he spread his arms out, motioning the rest of the
gathering to follow his lead while he took several steps back.
The rest
of the party had by now noticed this conversation and formed a complete circle
around the two, making sure to keep a wide berth.
Levi
narrowed his eyes. He had to think of something. Bending over, he picked up the
photographs.
“These are
bad gods from the black world below. They admitted it themselves—they’ve come
from below the mountain!” The old man bellowed, surprising the visitors with
his force. “They have come to overthrow our Great God and his Goddess. Our
Mother and Father are in danger from that witchcraft he holds in his hands!”
“These are bad gods from the black world below…”
“Well
crap,” Levi mumbled, the hair on his arms was now standing on end.
Jessica
clung tighter to him.
Several
yards to the right, the door flap of the god’s yurt flew open.
A figure,
dressed in the full getup of what could only be the tribal rendition of an
Indian supreme god, marched out into the electrified night air. The crowd
parting before him and dropping to their knees, he approached the party
crashers.
“Levi,”
his voice was calm, but no one missed the brewing menace underneath. “Jess. So
you found me?”
“Yes,”
Jessica blurted. She took a step toward him. Levi managed to hold her back.
A second
figure strolled up behind Colin—she was dressed in a blue satin gown with gold
trimming around a diving neckline.
“I can’t
believe you let him do this, Jenna,” Levi glowered. “But then again, you let
him murder our own people. How much different are these people?”
Jenna made
no attempt to protest or interrupt, her scowl more dejected than angry.
Colin’s
dark eyes dropped to the photos in Levi’s hands. When the realisation dawned
like a red sunrise on his olive-skinned face, he growled. A sneer lurched
across his mouth as he turned to the audience, raising his arms in the air.
“It is
true what your chiefs have said.” He boomed. “These are false gods, our
enemies, from the bowels of the underworld. They come to overthrow your
benevolent Supreme Ones.”
The crowd
erupted with a roar, storming forward to tighten the circle around the couple.
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Excerpts from Two of My
Book Series Below, if You Want a Taste
By John Irvin
So I promised
some excerpts from Magic’s Time Split and Longevity. Seeing as Shattered: The
Complete Collection is also out today in E-Book AND Paperback, I’ll share a
short piece from there too.
So I’ll share
Longevity and Shattered in this blog. Next Monday I’ll share the excerpt from
Magic’s Time Split. This is to keep the post from being too long!
Shattered was
a series are started last year, it’s got five volumes. I took a week off from
my day job and wrote the first three. Then I wrote the fourth earlier this year
and recently the fifth. The funny thing about this series, it wasn’t supposed
to be published. In fact, I wasn’t going to write it.
Shattered is a futuristic political drama.
It started
out while I was watching the TV show, Revolution, for the second time through
the idea was sparked of a New North American Map. I drew it and wrote a short
pseudo-history set about a century later. The short history was to be read as
if you were a school kid a hundred years from now reading about what’s about to
happen now.
There is
going to be a North American War, according to the story.
Then several
friends said I should write the series. I started tampering with the idea—never
a good sign when you’re a writer who says you don’t want to write something.
I’ve learned, you don’t exactly have control over the stories that come out of
you. Most of the time, you are but the message carrier, the scribe tag-along.
Here’s a brief
bit from Volume 4 in the Shattered series:
“Madam President,” Derick Banks’s thick Northern accent growled through the speaker. “I am offering you a truce, if you will order your generals back and meet me at Memphis to discuss terms of surrender.”
“Surrender?” Emily repeated, tasting bile on the back end of her tongue.
“I believe I am being fair, Miss Morgan,” his tone was filled with poison.
“That’s President Morgan to you,” Emily stood to her feet, nearly toppling her chair backwards.
Sharlotte and Sara both gaped at their new friend, eyes widening. They were amazed at how fast her warm and friendly demeanour shifted into a maelstrom of defiance.
“I will not surrender. I will not order my general back—in correction to your previous statement, there are three leaders in that force that has whooped you so far, only one of them do I command. You should have thought twice before invading the Locke Republic, you now have staring you in the face the retaliation of the whole Southland. We will push from every side until we’ve squeezed your throat shut, President Banks.” The title was spat out as if it were a rotting apple.
Sara and Sharlotte were grinning from ear to ear.
“I can promise you one thing, Sir,” Emily continued. “You will wish you were never born, you will lament the day you thought you could subdue us. I will not surrender, the Southern Federation will not surrender, the Locke Republic will not surrender, Texas will not surrender. When we storm the streets of St. Louis, you will grovel at my feet as I put a bullet through your head.”
There was a rave of curse words on the other end of the phone and Emily held it away from her ear. She smirked at the other two women before turning back to the receiver.
“You finished?” She questioned. When there was no response, except heavy breathing, she stated. “It would be best you surrender now, for your pride’s sake, Sir. Otherwise, I promise you, your humiliation will be global. The whole world will laugh at the fool you are. Now leave us alone.”
The Complete Collection is out TODAY!
Intense, do
you think? That’s a favourite scene of mine—I’ve always enjoyed the tenacious
tempers of redheads. Don’t insult one or you’ll know what the Apocalypse could
look like.
On to my
Longevity series, this has got to be my top series I can’t wait to share the
rest of it with you!
If you’ve
been following my blog or are on my newsletter, you already know the backstory
to this dark fantasy. How it was sparked by a simple comment from a friend?
Yes, and now it’s going to be an eight book series in Hardback, Paperback,
E-Book, and eventually Audio. Although that audio won’t be for awhile sadly.
It takes time
when you’re a starving artist.
But, Book 2, Independence, is set for publication in January of 2020! Book 1, Revelation, has been out since the end of July. So far it has been my top-seller—people all the way over in France have actually been buying copies!
Ihon Iraes is
a veteran of the Second Crusade, he does not know his family lineage. His
father died in a Great War his mother rarely spoke of. His mother died when he
was 17, leaving him the Iraes House and its valley.
He married
Joanna Wallace and loved her deeply.
But,
naturally, she was taken from him. On the night of her murder, he was given a
revelation about himself. He discovers his other form—he’s not human.
Then comes
the night he hunts down the murderer and is astonished to find…
What is he? Man or Monster?
Still have no idea what under the sun and moon I am, Ihon glanced down at the long claws extending from the tips of his fingers. But who better to bring swift vengeance to a monster than a monster?
His teeth bared, the beast crept through the shadows. Pitch-coloured fur blending in with the darkness around him, he paused. The reek of unclean flesh caused his coarse snout to wrinkle.
Eyes, the colour of smoldering darkness, glared at the hump lying beneath the animal skin blanket.
An early morning breeze whispered through the window. It brushed the nose of the beast while he inched his way to the foot of the large oaken bed. Playing with his large wolf-like ears that were at the present flattened against his enormous head, the wind did not seem to understand the depth of the situation.
A sudden snort interrupted quiet night.
Ihon froze, rearing up on his hind legs—though he looked like a hulking wolf, his beast form did retain the humanoid postures.
Though the tone of those back leg muscles revealed a powerful strength that not only rippled through them but throughout the entire body and no normal human being could ever hope to harness such force.
“I was expecting you,” the shape beneath the blanket growled.
A hand pulled aside the covers to reveal a grinning face half-covered in a raven-black beard.
“Smelled you coming from miles away.”
Cutting into a snarl, Ihon lowered his head. Glaring at the man in the bed through his thick eyebrows, he growled.
“Then you know I am here for only one thing.”
Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, the man held his plastered grin while keeping eye contact with the monster.
Ihon stretched his fingers as he bared his claws, fangs gnashing.
The man stood to his feet, the grin was becoming eerie as it gripped his face.
Another growl started to bellow in Ihon’s chest when it was strangled.
His large eyes widening, Ihon watched in shock as the murderer’s naked body started to ripple and contort.
The hunted twisted his joints, skin rolling like liquid. His body grew at the same time long silver hair, peppered with brown, drenched the bare skin.
In under a minute, Ihon blanched at the creature now mirroring his stance—as well as his size and appearance.
Except for the coat colour and a few miniscule facial differences—the beasts looked the same.
I’m not alone? Ihon’s mind raced.
Revelation is a Dark Fantasy
I hope you enjoyed those brief
little tastes! Read my blog on Monday and you’ll get a taste from Magic’s Time
Split, Book 2: When Kingdoms Arise.
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But You Have to Keep
Going and Believing, Think of Those Behind You.
By John Irvin
After last
weeks theme of breaking the chains of Corporatism, I sure feel “plum tuckered
out” that’s old hillbilly speak for I’m tired.
It’s funny
how in the Author journey—as in every aspect of life it seems—your motivation
comes in waves. One week you can be all fired up and the next down in the
dumps.
This is where
discipline comes in.
This is where
determination comes in.
Why are we not running like we’re on fire toward our dreams?
We only have
one life on this planet, it runs out fast, why are we not running like our
butts are on fire toward our dreams?
But, when you
work hard, keep going, pushing yourself to the limit, every single day and get
little upfront reward. When you watch you bank account fluctuate so close to
the red line for so long. When your mind begins to tell you your friends and
family are giving up hope in your dreams.
When people
start to question you, Why are you doing this? Why aren’t you looking for a better
job? It’s been three years, if it was meant to be, don’t you think it would
have shown up by now?
Doubt settles
in. Life laughs and punches you in the groin.
You fall.
Push yourself up.
Life hits you
again.
You fail
again.
So you start
to lie on the ground a little longer each time.
The ground
starts to feel like a comforter. It whispers in your ears, You can’t do this,
why don’t you give up? You’ll only hurt yourself more.
But we
weren’t made to stay on the ground.
It’s when you
feel like you just flat out can’t go on—every single cell in your body screams
to give up. You actually start to want to give up. But you take another step
anyways, that’s true strength.
So I’m going
to keep with my plan, try a new plan, and keep going.
This book is Permanently Free! (PermaFree)
I’d like to
let you know, thought I’m still exhausted, I got up this morning and started
writing the next book in my Magic’s Time Split series. Book 5 is going to be a
fun one. I still haven’t exactly figured out a title that zings with me though.
Since I
started writing down the idea of the whole series, the title was tentatively
called People Change Too. Because the main mythic creature type to be
introduced in this one will be Shapeshifters.
I finished
Book 4, When Nights Bleed, last week and its main mythic creature type was
Vampires. The one before that was Zombies. So you’re starting to see my trend
here, aren’t you?
But I want a
better working title, maybe by Wednesday’s blog I’ll have figured one out. I’ll
let you know.
Over in my
Longevity series, Book 2, Independence,
was just returned to me by my Editor and I’m excited. I’ve finished adding in
the interior stuff like Copyright page, author profile page, other works page,
etc. so now it’s only waiting for a formatter and the cover art and ISBNs, a
some little tweaking then it will be ready for its due date in January 2020.
Just talking
about that gives me a little energy to keep going. I’ve come so far, there’s no
point stopping now.
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If you’re interested in starting the Longevity series, you should check it out on Amazon! I’ve got it in Hardcover, Paperback, and E-Book. Though I think Amazon is still taking its time adding the E-Book. But here’s the link: Revelation.
Revelation comes in three formats!
Next blog
post I’ll share an excerpt from each of these three books. Does that sound
good?
All right,
I’ll talk to y’all on Wednesday!
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The Continued Rant of an
Artist who No longer Believes the Lies of Corporatism.
By John Irvin
Welcome back, thanks for suffering through this rant with me. I’m seriously trying not to let this be a rant. But, I don’t know about you, this whole “you need a real job” advice I get from friends and loved ones has pushed me to the line.
I don’t want a ‘real’ job, I want a job that’s real to me
Every job
I’ve worked at I end up going through the same routine. I make friends with my
coworkers—I fall in love with them. But I’ve never had the urge to advance in
my positions no matter what job I’ve worked, whether it’s warehouse or hospital
or pizza delivery.
Many bosses
have tried to promote me—it’s not a promotion when you already don’t enjoy the
work. Why would I want to add more responsibilities and stress on my own
shoulders?
But most of
my coworker-friends don’t think this. They see a promotion as something
profound they can add onto their Resume to make them look good for the next
job. I get this, not hating on them for this.
The problem
comes when the job suddenly gets between us. Whether it’s a miscommunication
between us or their higher-ups stuffing things down their throat (in general,
I’ve come to learn, the higher in power you go, the more common sense you lose.
You forget the people under you when all those numbers start to parade in front
of you) and suddenly we’re no longer friends, but rather boss and employee.
It hurts. It
stings. And when people outside of work tell, Apply to other jobs. That
frustrates me. Why would I want to repeat the cycle again? I want freedom from
this monotonous soul-crushing like society places on our shoulders as soon as
we graduate from high school or college.
Why repeat the cycle again?
I don’t know
if you’ve ever heard of or taken the Myers-Briggs Personality Test, but
according to it, there are 16 types in the world. I am an INFJ, the rarest of
all—making up only 2 to 3 % of the world population. I’ve always been
independent, butting heads with anyone who tried to boss me around.
But ever
since I decided to set out on this authorpreneur journey, become my own boss,
my mindset has shifted even more. I no longer feel the employee-employer
relationship. Yes, I still obey the rules and policies of the company. Yes, I
still do my job. But I can’t stand being treated like an employee—an underling
beneath some manager who hasn’t even been working at the company as long as I
have.
It just
doesn’t work in my brain anymore.
Okay, this is
now sounding more like a rant. But all I am trying to do is explain to those
who tell me I need a real job or more on to another company since I’m
frustrated.
To you
wonderful people, I love you, I appreciate your thoughtfulness, but no. That
doesn’t work for me.
My writing IS
my real job and I have come to no longer expect you to understand that. You
still see it as just another hobby.
You still see writing as just another hobby…
To those of
you among my readers who are of a kindred spirit, I love you. Whatever you do,
do NOT give up. If you know what your passion is, stick to it. One of these
days, we will find our dream careers. We will be able to kiss corporatism
good-bye and we will figure this mess out.
Here’s to
making money in our sleep or while we build a life we no longer have to take a
vacation from. Here’s to us who believe dreams do come true. Let the peasants
stay stuck at their dead-end jobs living from paycheck to paycheck.
To each their
own.
We’ll build
the new world without them.
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about Patreon is it allows people to support artists by monthly pledges which
allow the artists to have more time to work on their own passions. Here is my
account: PATREON.COM. If you’d like to support me, I would
be eternally grateful!
