This is Part 2 of my ongoing series of excerpts from Borden Hicks’s personal account in Glimpses of the Nation’s Struggle. Borden Hicks was a humorous young officer in the 11th Michigan Volunteer Infantry during the American Civil War. The 11th Michigan is the regiment chronicled in my upcoming novel, The Edge of Hell.



We landed in Louisville, Kentucky, in December, 1861, with our knapsacks. Oh no! We did not forget our knapsacks with all that they contained, besides some things strapped on the outside. They were not heavy when we started, but when we had marched from the river’s front to the outskirts of the city, some six or seven miles, they weighed a ton, on Fairbanks scales. Here we went into camp, our first experience under canvas. Our quartermaster had drawn our camp equipage, which not only embraced everything known for camp life at that time, but also five Sibley tents to each company. After many a mishap, we finally got our five tents in a line as straight as a rail fence. As we looked inside of the tents, our future homes, we wondered what we were going to sleep on. No feather beds, not even straw. Did the government expect us to sleep on the bare ground? One old man who had seen service in the Mexican War assured us that soldiers in the field always slept on the ground. That settled it, and we bravely though with much discomfort carried out his assertion–our first night under canvas.

In a few days we were ordered to Bardstown, Kentucky. This was a two-day’s march. When we thought of our sore experience in carrying knapsacks through the city of Louisville, we informed the Captain that we did not enlist to be a government pack mule, and that he must hire a farmer to haul our knapsacks, or we would break our guns around a tree, and go right home. Our Captain very graciously listened to our terms and hired a team (pity we could not have gone that way all through the war). As we entered the town, we marched past the general-in-command, in company front, as our adjutant who had seen service in the Mexican War knew what was proper and according to Scott’s Tactics gave the command “Present arms” and thus we marched by, to the amusement of the other regiments that were looking on.


At this place the very mild form of “chicken pox” (at least that is what the surgeon called it to allay our fears) that had bothered us in our camp at White Pigeon broke out in the genuine small-pox, and we were quarantined in a camp all by our lonesome, where we lost more men by measles and small-pox than from all other causes during our term of service.


From Bardstown we were ordered over onto the Louisville & Nashville Railway to do guard duty on that line. Here we relieved the 3rd Minnesota; our stations were from Shepherdsville on the Salt River to Bowling Green.


Late in the spring of 1862, we took boats at Louisville and steamed down the Ohio River and up the Cumberland to Nashville. We marched out as far as Columbia on the Duck River, then back to Nashville, then to Murfreesborough, where we arrived the next day or two after the surrender of the 3rd Minnesota and the 9th Michigan, then back again to Nashville. We made one raid all over Kentucky after John Morgan, but it was a case of infantry chasing cavalry–the bird had always flown just before we got there.


Our first battle was a bloodless one, so far as we knew. It was at Galatin, Tennessee, on the Louisville & Nashville Railway. We were loaded on flat coal cars and, arriving at the supposed camp of the enemy, were disembarked and formed in an open field, where we could see the town in the distance. We saw, or thought we saw, some men between us and the town. We blazed away at them with our Belgian muskets. The section of artillery that we had with us threw solid shot and shells at them. The firing hurt us sorely and frightened the enemy if there was one, so that they ran away, taking their dead and wounded with them. At least that is what we claimed, as no dead or wounded were left for us to take care of. Our men broke into stores, and as usual loaded up with some things they could not carry. I do not mean the liquid stores, but rather heavy articles such as grindstones, anvils, and the like.


About this time we were brigaded with the 69th and 18th Ohio, and the 19th Illinois, to be known as the 29th Brigade.


We formed a part of General Negley’s division and were assigned the duty of defending Nashville while Generals Buell and Bragg made their running fight up to Louisville and back. We were shut off from communication with the North for about 90 days, and had to forage from the surrounding country for most of our supplies. During one of these foraging expeditions, we had a little fight at Fort Riley.

(Next time: “Battle of Stone River.”)

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While researching the 11th Michigan Volunteer Infantry for my Civil War novel, The Edge of Hell, I came to know many names/personalities from the ranks of the regiment. One of the most memorable and entertaining was a young man in Company E–Borden M. Hicks, or Bird, as he was apparently called by others. John Downey, another member of the regiment, described Borden as a “smooth-faced, green looking boy.” Borden may have been boyish in appearance, but by the time he left the regiment with the rank of captain three years after his enlistment he was a mature, war-weary man of twenty-one years.

It was after the war that he wrote an account of his experiences, and this was read before the Minnesota Commandery of the Military Order of the the Loyal Legion of the United States, November 17, 1907. This narrative easily reveals Bordon’s sense of humor, one that no doubt was responsible for helping him survive the horrors of Civil War combat in places like Stone’s River, Chickamauga, and the Atlanta Campaign. Borden was there for some of America’s most important crucibles, and lived to tell the tale.

This will be the first part of a series that I will be reproducing here, for the knowledge and entertainment of others, of Borden’s speaking engagement that day long ago. First-person accounts like these make the job of researching a joy. They put flesh and blood on the memories of those who preserved the country that we know today. Borden’s narrative of joining the service, told in this first part, tells a tale that was reflective of thousands of other boys, North and South, at the start of the war, including resistance from parents when enlisting as well as a naivete about what lay ahead.

Without further adieu, I give you the incomparable Borden “Bird” Hicks in his own words:

Commander, companions, and the guests of the Commandery:

I have no apology to make for this paper, but give you fair warning, that there will be no display of rhetoric, well-rounded sentences, or flights of eloquence.

I beg you to overlook the numerous repetitions of the personal pronoun, for how could it be otherwise in a paper of personal recollections, than that I should be the most important person.


Now look pleasant, don’t heave a long sigh, and nudge your neighbor and say we are in for it again.

A certain farmer was ploughing a field with a yoke of oxen, the off ox would not follow the furrow without lots of persuasion, and finally the farmer lost his patience, and said, go where you damn please, the whole field has got to be ploughed anyway; and so on this occasion, the causes of the war have got to be given, for who would attempt the writing of a paper on war, without giving it a proper setting.

I don’t think it would be making too broad an assertion, when I say that I know as much about the causes of the war of the rebellion, as ninety out of every one hundred men who took part in it.

When the Star of the West, loaded with reinforcements and supplies for Major Anderson at Fort Sumter, was fired on in the harbor of Charleston, I was a school boy not quite seventeen. I had heard of the Missouri Compromise, Masons and Dixons Line, the underground railway to Canada and John Brown’s raid. Yet all of these events did not make me lose my head, or fire with a desire to clean out the South. I kept on with my school (my mother insisted on my attending school regularly) till the end of the term. I heard the shrill notes of the fife, the rattling of the snare drum, saw the boys marching up and down the street and heard the drill master shout in clarion tones, “Left–left–left,” then, and not till then, did I realize that our Southern brothers were causing an unholy war. My heart was set on fire with an intense desire and longing to serve my country, to go down south into Dixie land, and shoot those misguided southern “fire-eaters” back into the Union. Not a bit of it. Rather, my heart was on fire with an intense desire and longing to be a soldier. All I wanted was a chance to don a uniform, to march and fight, to do some heroic deed and come back home and be admired by the girls, as a hero. Was not that patriotism?

I have been very explicit in setting forth the causes of the war, and hope that you will pardon me for going into this much-discussed subject so thoroughly.


Before I go farther, I want to give my obituary notice, as I may not escape from this audience alive.

I enlisted in June, 1861, at the age of seventeen; was mustered into the United States service for three years, or during the war on the 24th day of August, as duty sergeant in Company E, Eleventh Michigan Volunteer Infantry, was promoted to Second Lieutenant at the Battle of Stone River, at age eighteen and to Captain at Chickamauga at nineteen; was discharged on account of expiration of term of service the 13th day of September, 1864, at Sturgis, Michigan, being then twenty years old.


After becoming so proficient in the school of the soldier that it was possible to put the left foot forward at the command march, and to distinguish between the right and left without too long a deliberation, we were ordered to join the regiment at its rendezvous at White Pigeon, Michigan, about the 15th of August. Everything had gone smoothly up to this time, and now my father stepped in and said, “I will not consent to your going,” so I arranged with the Captain to send a Corporal of the Guard to my home and arrest me. Well do I remember as we marched out of the front gate, my father saying that by this act I ceased to be a son of his, and that from now on he disowned me. But when I was made a Second Lieutenant, he was so proud of his son that he made me a visit at Murfreesboro. We were mustered into the service August 24th, 1861, for three years, or during the war. Many a warm discussion did we have over what “during the war” meant, the majority insisting that it meant if the war lasted longer than three years, we would have to stay till the end. But that interpretation of the enlistment clause did not bother us, as we were only fearful that we would not get south before the war end.


Here our uniforms were issued, dress coats with brass shoulder scales (frying pans as we called them), not only foraging caps, but the tall, stiff black hat. As no chevrons were issued to us we bought tape and put them on ourselves, not quite as artistic as the government issue, but they told the onlookers that we were officers, and did not belong to the common herd. Then we asked for furloughs to go home, and see the girls in our new togery, and when we got there we made a beeline for the photographers, and did not rest till we had our pictures taken in all the panoply of war. They were distributed not only to our best girl, but to all who asked for them.

Here we drew our first arms, consisting of a good heavy hickory club, to do guard duty with, and we respected those clubs in the hands of a uniformed soldier of Uncle Sam, far more than we did the Springfield rifle loaded with ball cartridge after we had been in the service a year.

Just before “entraining,” that is what they call it now, but then it was taking the cars, the Belgian musket was issued to us, the gun that we feared more than we did the rebels, as it was sure to hit us every time it was fired, whether the three buckshot and round ball with which it was loaded hit what we aimed at or not.

(Next time: “In Dixies Land.”)

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ARE WE THERE YET? Travel Times in the Dark Ages

Today’s guest post is from Kim Rendfeld, who writes historical novels set far, far before my Jack Mallory series. Today, Kim gives the modern-day reader an idea of some of the challenges people in the Dark Ages faced just to get from Point A to Point B.

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Kim Rendfeld was drawn to the days of Charlemagne by a legend but stayed for the history. Her published novels are The Cross and the Dragon (2012, Fireship Press), about a noblewoman contending with a jilted suitor and the possibility of her husband falling in battle, and The Ashes of Heaven’s Pillar (2014, Fireship Press), about a peasant who will go to great lengths to protect her children – after losing everything else. She is working on her third novel, which is about Fastrada, Charlemagne’s strong-willed, influential queen when his eldest son tried to stage a coup.

One question constantly causes me to pause writing my novel set in eighth century Francia and do research: how long does it take to get from Point A to Point B?

The answer: it depends. Are the characters traveling by foot, horse, or ox cart? Are any of them sick or pregnant? At which cities or abbeys will they stop to rest their animals for three days? Does anyone break a wheel? If the characters are in a hurry (a rarity in the Middle Ages), are they changing horses? Can they afford to? And do they know how to get to their destination?


A journey in the Dark Ages was more miserable than the middle seat in coach. Travelers had no weather forecast, and they risked being waylaid by bandits. As they traversed wilderness, the folk would have been terrified of otherworldly creatures, especially at night. The food was awful, often a type of hard bread edible only when softened with water to the texture of leather.

On top of all that, progress was slow. Charlemagne’s armies typically went only twelve to fifteen miles per day. The animals they used for transport would need to rest and eat around midday. Think of it as the equivalent of filling up the gas tank.

To calculate travel times in my novels, I use maps in my reference books and Google maps. Sometimes, I will redraw Google’s route so that it more closely resembles the roads and the cities that existed at the time. (Yes, Google, I know your way is faster, but I’m not interested in that right now.)

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If the distance is great, the trek really is a combination of several trips, with three days at a civilized place to rest horse, mule, or ox. So a list for journey from Nevers to Le Mans—which my characters undertake in The Ashes of Heaven’s Pillar—reads Nevers to Bourges, three to five days; three days of rest; Bourges to Orleans, about five days; three days of rest. You get the idea.

Today, a drive between those two French cities might take less than four hours. In the Dark Ages, people could be on the road for almost a month. And that reality can lead to conversations like this from Ashes, where my heroine’s son is trying to get to Le Mans to rescue his family from slavery, but he is way off course at Saint Riquier Abbey:

“Where is Le Mans?” Deorlaf grumbled. “The guard at Orleans said to go to Paris. The guard at Paris said to go to Orleans, but we had just been to Orleans, so that could not be right. The priest at Reims said go to Laon. And no one here knows anything.”

“Perhaps we have not reached it yet,” Ives said.

“But my sister said it would take a month to reach Le Mans from Nevers. It’s been well over a month.”

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Edit20150608_JustinBoston_1994Author J. M. Aucoin has a new novel out, Honor Among Thieves, the first in an adventure series called Hope & Steel, set in 17th Century France. You may already know him from his pirate series featuring Jake Hawking. So what is Honor Among Thieves about? Here’s a taste:

France, March 1609. The French Wars of Religion are over, but forces still conspire against the crown…

Darion Delerue, former soldier turned highwayman, has only two things of value—the hope in his heart and the steel at his side. After a heist on a royal ambassador goes wrong, Darion is thrown into a political plot to undermine the crown, pitting his old life as an honorable soldier against his new life as a highwayman. His actions could send France back into civil war.

HONOR AMONG THIEVES is a gripping tale of daring sword-play and political intrigue, with superb historical detail of 17th Century France that’ll have readers ready to draw their swords and fight for glory!

Mr. Aucoin took the time to answer some questions for me, and here are his thoughtful and thought-provoking answers:

Let’s go back in time for a minute. Tell us when you first started writing. Were you an avid reader as a child?

I remember writing some pretty creative and weird tales as early as the second grade (there was something about a fish), but the first real taste of writing for me came in the eighth grade. We read The Most Dangerous Game by Richard Connell. I was blown away by the story and still read it regularly.

As a creative writing assignment for school, we were asked to fill in the gap between the hero and antagonist’s final showdown and the very last scene in the novella (what happens between the two scenes isn’t explained by Connell). I ended up writing my first ever action scene. Considering that I was at a Catholic school at the time, I’m sort of surprised I didn’t get in trouble for the violence.

As for reading as a kid, I was into the Matt Christopher books and Goosebumps.

What drew you to historical fiction in particular?

A few things led me to historical fiction. I’ve been a huge fan of Zorro and The Three Musketeers ever since I was a little kid. I used to watch reruns of Guy William’s Zorro on the Disney Channel every Wednesday after dinner, and got my first taste of the Three Musketeers in the 1993 Disney adaption.

ZorroI was completely enthralled by both stories. The idea of fighting injustice and writing wrongs against huge odds with nothing more than a sword really captured the interest of my nine-year-old self. I wanted to be like them. I wanted to be a dashing hero who fought villains with a rapier.

So we can thank Walt Disney for part of my love for historical fiction.

The second half of the equation came in college. I was walking around the city with a friend. She knew about my love for pirates and swashbuckling, and nonchalantly said “You should write pirate stories.”

It was an epiphany moment for me. Five simple words that were so obvious as to what I wanted to do in life, but I didn’t think of it myself because college is all about preparing you to get a boring day job instead of finding your passion and purpose in life. I started taking fiction writing workshops the next semester and it’s been a trip ever since.

So we can also thank LJ for being my compass as it were.

Tell us a bit about your piratical series of stories and what got you interested in that sub-genre.

JakeHawkingBountyHunters-BookI love the romanticized pirate. I love the escapism of swashbuckling pirate stories. To be able to board a ship and go anywhere in the world is very alluring to me. It’s a type of freedom and liberty very few of us get to experience. I envy my friends who are able to just pack up their life and go in search of adventure and new experiences. The rest of us are ball n’ chained to heavy student loans. So reading and writing historical fiction is a way of living new experiences.

The Jake Hawking Adventures are an ode to Rafael Sabatini’s Captain Blood. Like Blood, Jake Hawking is a cerebral pirate, a rogue who would rather outwit his adversaries than fight them head on. To counter act that, we have Little Queen, an ex-slave who now acts as Hawking’s second in command and right hand (wo)man. She’d rather crack skulls and ask questions later. Their interactions and opposite personalities make for dynamic writing and hopefully fun reading.

Right now I have three Hawking short stories out (A Pirate’s Honor, The Royal Bounty Hunters, and Little Queen’s Gambit). All three tales are also compiled into an omnibus edition that includes some bonus swashbuckling poems and short-stories I’ve written over the years.

Now you have branched out into a different sub-genre with Honor Among Thieves. Did that storyline evolve out of your personal interest in swordplay?

Honor Among Thieves book transI would say Honor Among Thieves still fits in the historical adventure/swashbuckling genre that the Jake Hawking Adventures are. Just instead of pirates and ships we have masked highwaymen and great steeds.

I think the main difference between the Hawking Adventures and the Hope & Steel series is the tone and history. Hawking is light, classic swashbuckling fun (think Errol Flynn), while Honor Among Thieves is a little more serious (think Captain Alatriste series). That’s not to say there isn’t high adventure and humor in Honor Among Thieves; it’s just closer to the gallows side of the spectrum.

The research level is also different between the two series. Research for the Hope & Steel series is much more intense. Where the Hawking plots are 100% fictional with a historic backdrop, Honor Among Thieves intertwines a fictitious plot into real historical events. It meant a lot more research and making sure I get the facts right. It’s also challenging to come up with a compelling plot that fits neatly into history.

But the storyline for this novel definitely came out of my personal interest for swordplay. My love for Zorro and the Musketeers is what drives my writing. I practice historical rapier fencing and do stage combat for local RenFaires and indie-films. I also met my fiancée at a sword-fighting workshop and proposed to her with a medieval dagger instead of a ring (she said yes, by the way) that she can use at shows. So the love for the sword runs deep in our apartment!

Share with us your talent in fencing as well as your interest in cosplay.

Remy-Justin1Talent, eh? You flatter me.

I’ve been fencing since I was a junior in college. I took an Adult Beginner’s class for foil and did that for a few years before finding the Society for Creative Anachronism (SCA). Instead of wearing all white and using thin fencing foils, they were wearing period clothing and using full-length rapiers and daggers, cloaks and bucklers. I knew instantly that was home. That was the place to fulfill my childhood dreams of being a cavalier.

I’ve been fencing with the SCA ever since. It got me into study period fencing treatises and making my own period garb…

…which, in some ways, led me to cosplay. I’m a big nerd at heart and I was seeing some amazing work from people creating the outfits of characters from comics and video games. People were making EVA foam look like futuristic armor, creating unreal monster makeup, and generally making some amazing works of art come to life. It’s super nerdy and super cool. And I wanted in on the fun.

ac4_kenway_jmaucoin_vander_pirate_by_thetavernknight-d7vzysqI’ve learned a lot of cool skills from cosplay. Last year I won the Boston Comic Con Pre-Con Contest & Parade (that’s a mouthful, eh?) for my Assassin’s Creed IV: Black Flag/Edward Kenway cosplay.

I’ve also made Gambit, Sir Didymus, and armored Nightwing.

Honor Among Thieves is the first in a series. What do you anticipate for the series when it comes to plotlines (without giving too much away, of course) and number of books you have planned?

I have the first four books for the Hope & Steel series all lined up in my head. So there’ll be at least four books, but probably (see: hopefully) more than that.

I look at my research, see what the major events are or some lesser known but still interesting incidents were in the period, and try to figure out how I can fit my characters into the action. I think each book will have a thread that leads to the plot of the next book, too. Little breadcrumbs for the readers. There’s a trail like that in Honor Among Thieves and that hints to what the next book will be about. Historians might have an upper hand in this game.

I’m hoping that this will be a long running series, much like the Sharpe series. There’s plenty of interesting events in French history during the 17th Century, and I’d like Darion, Peppin and Jacquelyna to be part of as many of them as possible.

Tell us about your protagonist in Honor Among Thieves? Is there a bit of yourself in him?

youtubeOur main man in Honor Among Thieves is Darion Delerue. He’s a Gascon who fought in the French army in some smaller skirmishes after the Wars of Religion ended. He was a promising soldier, looking at a life as an officer, but unfortunate events threw his life into disarray. Being that he was so young and hot blooded, he may have overreacted and did himself in. He left his life as soldier and became a highwayman in the countryside, joining the menacing band known as the Falcon Highwaymen.

So when Honor Among Thieves begins, Darion’s been a highwayman for several years. He’s grown tired of the life as a thief and bandit, but he’s not sure what else he can do. He deserted the army, so he can’t go back into the military, and his life as a highwayman is also hanging worthy. So he’s sort of stuck. But fortunately (and unfortunately), he’s thrown into a political plot to undermine the crown. His old life as a soldier is pitted against his new as a highwayman. Loyalties will be tested and his actions could throw France back into civil war.

The leading lady for the novel is Jacquelyna Brocquart. She’s the daughter of a count and a lady-in-waiting for Queen Marie de Medici. Alas, the queen and her confidant Galigai aren’t fond of Jacquelyna. That relationship strains more when the king names Jacquelyna Mistress of the Robes for the queen. It’s a coveted role, one the queen and Galigai wanted Galigai to have. Like Darion, Jacquelyna gets roped into this plot to rekindle war in France. She starts off the novel as a little timid and naïve, but if she wants to survive the ordeal, she’ll need to change her thinking quickly.

When do you hope to release your next book in the series?

With any luck, sometime in 2016. I have the basic premise for the next Hope & Steel book, but I need to hammer down the specifics of the plot and figure out what the twists and turns are. That’ll take a little time. And although good for paying bills, having a day job makes writing a slower process than I’d like.

Honor Among Thieves was about three years in the making. It was the first novel I completed (several other attempts failed partway through). I ended up rewriting the story all over again in the second draft. I learned a ton about the novel writing process with this book, learned a lot about how I write, and who these characters are. So I’m hopeful that future books in the series will go smoother and I’ll be able to pump them out faster.

You have chosen the independent publishing route. Tell us why?

I’ve seen some extremely talented writers go years without getting as much as a sniff from agents and, when they did, they were turned away after some back and forth. If you want to go the traditional publishing route, it could be decades before you get a contract —if you’re lucky enough to get one at all. That’s really depressing to think about, and there are amazingly talented writers who are writing great stories that we’re not reading because they’re not being published. What a bummer.

I didn’t want that to be my fate. I didn’t want to waste time hoping and praying to find an agent and then land a publisher. For years, I tried getting some of my short fiction into lit-mags; alas, the adventure magazines didn’t want stories set in the 17th or 18th Century, and the histfic magazines didn’t want adventure stories. On top of that, publishers don’t seem overly interested in the swashbuckling adventure genre, so I decided to bypass them altogether. I know I’m not the only person in the world who likes these stories. I want to be proactive in getting my stories out there, not a passive bystander.

I fully admit that I’d like fiction writing to be my full-time job. I want it to be my career, not just a hobby. I know some authors balk at that idea, and say writers should only write for the love of writing. I don’t see why it can’t be both. Why can’t I love writing and also want to make a living doing what I love? But I can’t have a career in writing if I’m not getting published. Indie publishing allows me to chase my dream on my own terms. And if I never get to write adventure novels full-time, well, at least I know I tried and didn’t leave my fate up to chance.

I give full props to the men and women who score a traditional publishing contract and make good on it. It’s a huge achievement and they should celebrate their milestone. It takes a lot of patience and tenacity to go year after year after year with no deal, and wade through rejection after rejection after rejection. It builds character for sure. But indie-publishing isn’t a walk in the park either — not if you’re serious about it. You need to be your own CEO, marketing department, and product. Both avenues are challenging with their own unique set of obstacles to overcome. Every individual author needs to decide what will work best for them.

But since we’re writers and we enjoy a good metaphor, you can say that I’m drawn to self-publishing for the same reasons I’m drawn to the romanticized pirate. It’s about taking charge of your destiny and creating your own adventure.

What are your thoughts on the current state of the publishing industry, and where do you think it is going in the future?

It’s definitely going through some growing pains. We saw this happen with newspapers when online publishing and blogs became popular. Newspapers refused to acknowledge the obvious change in how people consumed news, and when they finally did acknowledge the change, they had no idea how to react to it. The industry hasn’t recovered since. Unfortunately for this journalism degree touting author, I came out of school right as the newspaper industry began its steep nosedive into oblivion. The music industry had similar situation, but has been able to recover for the most part thanks to lawsuits and iTunes.

There are still some big name journalists who curse the Internet for killing their industry. Guess what? Online publishing didn’t kill the newspaper industry; publishers who couldn’t adapt to the changing times did. They got complacent and they got burned. And a lot of unfortunate reporters felt the brunt of their stubbornness.

And we’re seeing some of that now with the book publishing industry. Places like Amazon and Smashwords are making it easy to publish books. Technically speaking, all you need is an idea and Microsoft Word and you can publish a book. There’s more that goes into it, of course, if you want a good final product. But we have publishers condemning indies because it threatens their market share, and some publishing houses are doing silly things like charging the same price or more for an eBook than a paperback to prove a point.

But modern publishing technology – be it for news, music, or fiction – has made it easier and more profitable for individuals to get their work out there. Artists don’t need middle men anymore. If you have the talent — and also the business know-how — you can go about it on your own, and have long, successful careers. The Internet also made finding niche markets a lot easier. Before the Internet, you had to swallow whatever the major industry leaders spoon fed you. Now you can find what you like. It’s a win-win for readers and creators.

For some reason we celebrate indie bands for going out on their own and bypass traditional avenues, but crap on indie authors for doing the same thing. It’s silly. A good story is a good story, just like a good song is a good song.

What the publishing industry will end up being remains to be seen. The old ways can’t continue as they have been and still be in business. I don’t think we’ll see 100% indie industry either. Maybe something in between? Some sort of hybrid model? Or maybe a lot of smaller presses who are willing to take risks, give good contracts to authors, and aren’t afraid of change and experimentation will win out. Or maybe some new industries will sprout. Maybe instead of agents trying to hook authors up with publishers, they switch gears and become a marketing machine for the author and hook authors up directly with readers. Necessity is the mother of invention, as they say.

It’ll be interesting.

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A Tiny Peek at My Work in Progress

Author Kim Rendfeld invited me and some other authors to share seven lines from the seventh page of our works in progress. My current WIP is entitled The Driver’s Wife and is a spin-off novel from my Jack Mallory trilogy, taking place about a year after The Fortune.

But before you read my seven lines, SPOILER ALERT!! for those who haven’t yet read The Alliance and The Fortune.

Helen’s eager blue gaze reached aboard the Nymph as it gently arrived at the dock. When she caught sight of Ketch, her expression opened and she cried, “Ahoy, Mr. Ketch!” and grinned, waving as if he had been gone a year. Never in Ketch’s adult life had anyone but Helen showed joy at seeing him. He returned the wave with a brief, self-conscious smile. He did not deserve the child’s love, so it was often painful to accept her affections, especially in front of those who knew it was he who had killed her father.

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Seven Things

I was recently tagged by fellow author Kim Rendfeld to list seven interesting things about my writing life. So without further ado, here is my list.

  • The best advice I received while writing and polishing my first novel, The Prodigal, was from an agent I met at a writers’ conference whose suggestions regarding the beginning of the book helped me strengthen my main character and make the story saleable.
  • The Prodigal is not my first novel. It is only my first published In my younger years I dabbled in Westerns and contemporary fiction.
  • I average four drafts before the final manuscript.
  • I hate first person point of view in stories, and I avoid not only writing it but reading it (though there are exceptions for the latter).
  • I taught myself how to type, using an old manual typewriter that my mother’s uncle sent to her from Europe where he fought during World War II.
  • My best time of day for writing is during the day; my creative energy dies out when the sun sets.
  • To write historical fiction, I firmly believe the writer must do everything possible to visit the actual sites/regions in which their stories take place. As much as I read about places like Charleston or Chickamauga, the topography still took me off guard when I visited those places and influenced aspects of my stories.
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Check Out Author M.J. Neary’s Blog Today

Author M.J. Neary features an article of mine on her blog today, talking about my Jack Mallory trilogy and the real-life inspirations behind the stories’ settings.

Click here to read the article on Ms. Neary’s blog.

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