Cover image for my novel “A Wobblegong and His Boy”
Okay, with a caveat although it’s still pretty fantastic. As I write this, my YA science fiction novel A Wobblegong and His Boy is the NUMBER ONE BEST SELLER in Amazon’s Children’s Space Exploration books.
I wish that qualified me to say I’m a best selling author but this value can change on an hourly basis.
I looked it all up on Guide to Amazon sales rank: Best Sellers Rank (BSR).
PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
“Dad, what are you doing?” Harold watched his father using his phone to take a photo of a collection of breakfast items and a tablet.
“Creating a still life,” Leonard said trying to hold his smartphone with one hand and maneuver his thumb.
“Uh huh,” replied his son. “I thought that was done with a bowl of fruit, a canvas, and oil paints.”
“This is the digital age, Harold,” Dad replied pressing the button. “Oh, now you did it. I didn’t get the framing right.”
“Digital photography is forgiving, Dad.” Harold rolled his eyes and went back into the kitchen.
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
“Do you ever miss it?” Aaron felt a little nervous asking Sarah that question. After all, she was a California native and it would be natural to miss her home.
“Not a bit,” she answered slipping her arm around his waist in response to his holding her.
They watched the lone sailboat just offshore in silence for a few minutes.
“It’s pretty but it’s not home anymore,” she said. “Everything’s changed and not for the better.”
“Expensive vacation for a couple of retired folks,” Aaron added.
“It was a nice visit,” she said. “Let’s go back to where we belong.”
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
The big, rusty pot on the top of the cabinet was everything that had ever been wrong with Henry’s life.
The state rated him as a “Standard” just like Mom and Dad, nothing horrible, nothing exceptional. He was the default an enlightened society blamed things on to prioritize other groups.
He was a Standard, so allowed one marriage, one career and one child. They were all Standard except Mao elected to retranslation camp to become prioritized as an Outsider N-5.
He rated a divorce after twenty years and in old age, everything the state valued was still out of reach.
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
“Ah, crap.” Jackson looked out the window expecting to see his salvation. Beyond the shed’s single window frame on the abandoned farm, he did see what he hoped for, but right before that, there was something much worse.
“You never give up, do you?” He almost let his fingertips glide along the lengths of frozen webbing. “So close.”
Outside it was Spring, the first Spring since he was a little boy. The climate was turning again in favor of life. But the ice giants were taking one last shot at him before they went.
Then he saw the first spider.
Cover image for my novel “A Wobblegong and His Boy”
What can I say? It’s finally here and available in both Kindle and paperback formats. Be the first one to read and write an honest review of A Wobblegong and his Boy on Amazon and Goodreads.
Here’s just a sample of the excitement you can expect in this book:.
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
“I have to solve a puzzle if I want to get into Heaven?” Henry was standing next to St. Peter who was really a short, balding Jewish guy named Shimon bar Yonah and told a lot of Dad jokes.
“Not a puzzle,” said Shimon. “A reflection of how you treated Hashem and faith in life. Hey, what kind of shoes do frogs wear?”
“Never mind the jokes, Pet…uh, Shimon. Oh wait.”
“Open-toad sandals.” The gatekeeper started laughing maniacally.
“Traffic going down has priority,” said Henry. “Is that right?
“Got it. Too much traffic going down, not that much going up.”
Cover image for my novel “A Wobblegong and His Boy”
There are already a ton of articles and essays out there commenting on the decline of boys and men reading. When I was a kid entering Junior High, my “gateway drugs” into science fiction and fantasy were Edgar Rice Burroughs’ Barsoom series starting with A Princess of Mars. Then came along E.E. “Doc” Smith’s Skylark Series as well as Andre Norton’s The Time Traders and Galactic Derelict.
My reading interests exploded from that flashpoint and I’ve never stopped. Seriously, I’m over seventy-years-old now and I’ve always got at least one book going (library cards are a wonderful thing).
I’ve been very actively promoting my latest science fiction novel A Wobblegong and His Boy on my blog, substack, and social media (you may have noticed). When I heard that Raconteur Press was soliciting novels for their Boy’s Adventure Books series, I was very excited to submit something of my own. I’m gratified and humbled that they accepted my manuscript and as of right now while still on pre-order, my book is number one on Amazon’s list of New Releases in Children’s Space Exploration books. That’s fantastic.
However, as much as I’m thrilled to have another science fiction novel (this will be my second) hitting the virtual book stands, there’s something more important going on.
PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox
Jerry had been a little surprised that Yasna still lived with her parents. She was twenty-five and a rising star in his company’s HR department. This was their first date and he didn’t expect to have to meet her parents.
While Yasna was getting ready (he’d gotten there ten minutes early), they left him in their den. Her Mom went upstairs while her Dad offered to get him something to drink.
“Christmas wreaths I can get, but what are these?” He reached up and touched one of the odd ornaments hanging from the lamp.
“What is your wish my master?”
Cover image for my novel “A Wobblegong and His Boy”
Today’s the day when my boy’s adventure science fiction novel A Wobblegong And His Boy goes on Pre-Order. Just click on the link and on the Amazon page, pre-order my novel for delivery to your Kindle device on Friday, March 20th.
I’m incredibly excited about this one. This will be my second published novel which I hope will lead to other, larger works and successes.
Here’s just a taste of what you have to look forward to:
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