No, My Novel Does Not Look Professional

I’m very aware that my novel physically appears amateurish. The reason for that is that I’m an amatuer. I’m less than amatuer at book cover design. Like many writers I must force myself into any aspect of publication that is not writing itself. 

I don’t promote myself as a professional. The last thing I want to do is mislead someone. I’m always happy to answer questions about my writing but I never try to convince anyone to purchase a copy. 

This blog and a few outlets that sell paperback copies for me are my only reals forms of promotion. 

I’ll never be good at self promotion. I’m not a people person, though I do enjoy good conversation. I run through all the questions in my head every day, sometimes several times a day, about possible ways to get my novel and future novels into the hands of those that would enjoy them. I’ve done this for years and still have no answers. 

It’s ok. I would someday love to make a modest living writing for my fans. The fact is I’m too humble and too much of a keep to myself kind of person to do anything else to get the word out. 

I live in an RV with a wonderful wife and our cat. I write and she takes amazing photographs(the wife not the cat). We sell our craft when and where we can. Sometimes it’s exciting and sometimes we get discouraged. It’s much like the life many other people live, save the details.

I believe we are good at what we do. I also believe our fans will find us as long as we keep making ourselves available. If it takes the rest of our lives, that’s ok. 

I don’t know what will happen tomorrow, or next week, or next year. I can’t think of a better way to keep life from getting mundane. 

B. K. Jones

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Where Will Life Lead You?

In March of 2007, I got out of bed at 3am on a Saturday morning. My wife had to work that day. I left her sleeping, started my 05 Dodge pickup and headed for San Antonio, Texas. I was excited to pick up our new travel trailer and get back home before Sharon got home from work. 

It was only for vacation. It was for quality family time. We had one child still at home, our daughter Robyn. I was a truck driver then. I was into writing the first few chapters of Indian Paintbrush. It would become my first novel in the spring of 2013. 

Sharon worked as a registered nurse at our local hospital. She worked very hard to get to that point in life. She worked against seemingly impossible odds. She believed nursing was her one and only calling. As it turned out, she had another calling. 

In July of 2009, we started construction on a new home. We were working our “careers” as a truck driver and nurse, respectively. 

In the summer of 2012, we closed on the sale of our “dream” home. We moved into our 5 year old 34ft travel trailer with no long term plan. We sold or gave away everything except the travel trailer, the 05 Dodge truck, and a few antiques and keepsakes. We did all this in the interest of chasing our real dreams. 

Fast forward to today. We still live in that 07 34ft travel trailer, towed by that same 05 Dodge pickup. Sharon takes photos daily. The photos make her happy. In fact, they make others happy. So happy, they are willing to pay her for them. 

I’m working on my second novel. That’s my job. I don’t do it at highway rest area picknick tables or in a semi truck during breaks. 

We park our “home” at our favorite places at our favorite times. We don’t know when or how much we’ll make from week to week. We’re happier than ever before. We are the artists we always wanted to be. We’ve succeeded no mater what happens from here. 

All we had to do was take the first step. Then, we had to keep walking in that direction. 

Brian

Another Sample of “Indian Paintbrush”, A Thriller by B. K. Jones

After a couple of relaxing weeks living out in the boonies, we moved to a new spot yesterday, where we have good sun exposure for our solar panels and phone service. Finding a place where we can get both seems to be quite challenging here in the forest around Cloudcroft, NM.

I made some good progress on my next novel too. There’s nothing like getting out in nature for me, and away from people for a bit, to get my imagination going. The lack of cell service sometimes doesn’t hurt either. When I get a little further along, I’ll also post some samples from the new novel too.

Sharon also has some new photos up on her Facebook. Be sure to visit our “About Us” page and click her Facebook link to see them. She is a very talented photographer in my opinion, however biased it may be. She’s also very beautiful!

That’s enough about us for now. Here’s the second sample of Indian Paintbrush….

“Why are you whispering? Why don’t you show yourself you sonofabitch?” Andy said sternly as he tried to turn and look at the person who spoke to him. He could hear the sound of leather soled boots shifting and scraping on the concrete behind him. The bastard was moving to stay out of his line of sight, Andy thought to himself.

               “I know you’re scared, bud.” the voice said as Andy made another attempt to turn himself to where he could identify his assailant. “It’s ok though. You won’t be scared much longer.” the voice said, still whispering. With that last statement from the stranger, Andy felt cold chills all over his body. He didn’t know who this person could be or why anyone would want to do this him, but he had a pretty good idea what the stranger meant. He decided at that point he no longer wanted to see his assailant.

               Andy just hung there not saying anything else, just waiting for his fate. There was nothing else he could do. He thought of screaming out for help, but he knew his wife was gone into town, and he knew no one else was near enough to hear him. He remained silent. He refused to beg for his life like a coward. If the stranger had the intent of killing him, Andy figured he would follow through with it no matter what he said. So, Andy chose to keep his dignity. He kept silent and still, and prayed to God to take care of his wife and his parents if he should not make it through this ordeal.

               Andy heard the sound of the boots shuffle slowly on the concrete behind him. The sound moved around him to his side. He closed his eyes. Then he could feel the presence of someone in front of him. He kept his eyes closed.

               “Open your eyes.” the man ordered him. Andy didn’t open them. “You hear me, bud?” the voice said. He wasn’t whispering now. The voice sounded familiar to him now, but he couldn’t remember when or where he had heard it. “I said open ‘em!” the man said more sternly, but not too loud.

               It seemed like a lifetime went by as Andy hung there, refusing to open his eyes or say anything more. It had only been a minute or so in realty.

               “Do what you’re gonna do or get the hell outa here and leave me alone!” Andy finally said.

               “Oh, I’ll leave soon enough, bud.” The man responded coldly. “Man, you never saw it coming when I whacked you on the head with that hammer, did ya, bud?” The man said almost jokingly. “Your just as hard headed as ever, bud.”

               Andy still couldn’t place the voice. The man seemed to know him, though. He thought about looking at the man, now standing before him as he hung there by his ankles in the barn. The stranger kept referring to him as “bud”. He couldn’t recall anybody ever calling him that. Maybe it was something he called everyone.

That’s it for now. Thanks for taking an interest in our lives.

Till next time….

Brian

Sharon’s Daily Photo… An Old Mine Near Silverton, CO

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Back to the Cool Mountains

It looks like we’ve concluded our medical visits in Lubbock for the time being. And since we don’t have to be in Fredericksburg, TX until September the 24th, we’re going to once again escape the heat of west Texas for a couple of weeks. So, this weekend sometime we’ll hook up the house and go back to the Lincoln National Forest near Cloudcroft, NM. It’s not a bad drive from here, besides going through the middle of oil field country.

Hopefully, I can get the new cover for my novel, Indian Paintbrush, mostly figured out and have the new version available around mid October. I’m hoping it will be more appealing to new readers after that. It’s amazing how things that you think shouldn’t matter can make or break you when your marketing something. It’s become apparent to me that when it comes to self publishing, writing the manuscript itself is all I’m good at. Maybe I’ll learn the other stuff along the way.

I’d really like to get my next novel finished and out to readers before the end of this year. I’m sure I could do it, but I seem to be spending much of my time still working on the completed one. I have always believed, and still do, if you write quality material, you’ll eventually be recognized by the fans of said material. The thing about any writing is, everyone’s writing is unique to them. Each writer just has to find his or her fans, then make their writing available to those fans. Sounds easy, right? And, as I have to keep reminding myself, it takes time. Sometimes a long time.

While I keep looking for new fans and making my writing available to them, I’ll keep living this magnificent life of writing, travel, and self exploration. I’m living as close to my dream life as I ever have, right now. To me, that means I’m going the right direction. If you have a dream, it will stay only a dream unless you actively pursue making it a reality.

Since the link feature on WordPress seems to be inoperative right now, please check out the “About Us” page of this blog. There you can learn what we’re about and find links to my novel and Sharon’s photography.

Brian…

Sharon’s Daily Photo… Riding Through The Aspens

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Boon-docking at Friend’s Property

I know it’s been a few days since I’ve posted anything, but we were again out of the range of modern conveniences like phone service and electricity.

Our friends have a remote cabin west of Buena Vista, CO and we met up for a few days and had a nice visit. Their property has been my favorite campsite so far I think in our summer travels.

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Now, we’re at a private rv park 2 blocks from Main St in Ouray, CO. We’ve got about 4 feet on either side from our neighbors. It’s not my cup of tea, but we wanted to check out the town for a couple days and we’ll be able to walk most anywhere we want to go from the park.

So, I’ll be posting Sharon’s daily pics at least, while we’re back in civilization.

Here’s a shot looking north on Main in Ouray I took last night.

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Brian