When I first started on this writing thing, I never thought I’d be curving into the fourth book of Cole McGinnis’ life and struggles with … well, life. That’s not something they teach you in writers’ school. That you’d have to do these long arcs and…. Wait, there is no writers’ school.
I mean you can definitely take classes to help you learn what to do and what things are called but in the end, it’s kind of up to you and your brain.
And sometimes that can be a very scary thing.
It’s not just about the writing. It’s kind of also about trying to wave a flag about to tell people you’ve got the best word churros in town. This may or may not be a lie. You can never know. Thing is with writing… kind of like making churros.. there comes a time when you are so immersed into the ingredients you no longer can taste the churro. Or the book. You are going in there on faith.
Okay, I am going in there on faith.
When I write, I have to tell you I don’t think about anyone actually reading what is going down on the page. Mostly I’m trying to get comfortable, keeping my computer desk at the proper height because my fat Yoshiko sits on it and there’s no clamp in the world that can stop gravity and heavy cat. I worry about plot and plot holes. I go take a shower and have a stupid idea on what is going to happen in a chapter I’m not even near yet.
So here we are, book four of a series that started with Cole McGinnis running through a garden being shot at by a old German woman in bondage gear. It’s been a fun ride. It’s been an exhausting ride but we’ve got a few more to go yet.
But… I wanted to say thank you. To all of you. You’ve made this a fantastic journey and I couldn’t have gotten past the first story without you. Smoooches and please, accept my gratitude.
And I hope you enjoy Dirty Deeds.
Crap… I always forget this stuff. Dudes, really… I know… I have to. I should but come on! I forget!
Rhys Ford’s Dirty Deeds may be purchased at: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=4780
About Rhys Ford
Rhys admits to sharing the house with three cats of varying degrees of black fur, a black Pomeranian puffball and a ginger cairn terrorist. Rhys is also enslaved to the upkeep a 1979 Pontiac Firebird, a Toshiba laptop, and a purple Bella coffee maker.
My Blog: http://www.rhysford.com
And at the Starbucks down the street. No really, they’re 24/7. And a drive-thru. It’s like heaven.
My books can be purchased, folded and first chapters read at Dreamspinner Press. http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com