Sands of Sedona
I wrote for equine magazines for two decades but grew weary of not getting paid after works were contracted and published. Fairly often my work was blatantly stolen and published without permission or payment by rival periodicals, which required legal action or threats of legal action to straighten out. Big equine magazines you'd never suspect were guilty of this, so I eventually stopped working with western magazines altogether.
Many or most (almost all) of the experiences in Sands of Sedona are drawn from personal experiences out on the ranges of the American West. I loved the SW, but it has been yuppified and Californicated (yes, it’s a real word) and settled and suburbanated (no, it's not a real word) and fenced and essentially ruined now. I was lucky to have lived it when a sliver of it still existed. I don't write by formula and I don't write for sales. I write the story that's in my heart and the chips may fall where they may. It is simply not in me to "promote" my writing. I can't do it. I won't do it. It's unseemly. It's too much like applauding yourself after performing some piece of musical work -- I don't come from the Snowflake Generation and I won't schlep for sales.
Reviews are damned hard to come by for eBooks but I am perhaps the ONLY Amazon-Kindle writer who doesn’t, hasn’t, and won’t pay for reviews. They say if you don’t get reviewed, you simply won’t sell. So be it.
This is a "real" paperback western -- not a Hollyweird formulaic contrivance or a hundred pages of boilerplate, ghost-written crap, which now has become so prevalent in eBook formats. Whether you like this book or not, know that it is real. BTW, in Sands of Sedona, the main horse's real name was Clyde.
I live on the other side of the earth now with no plans to return to the USA.
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