Thursday, May 9, 2013

Author Interview

Greetings oh my brothers, sisters, and only friends!

Recently I did an interview with Lucy Pireel for her Goodreads blogg. If you get a chance and if you're on Goodreads check out my interview with Lucy. She is totally awesome!

Also, I'd like to thanks her publicly for featuring me, and might I add her wonderful willingness to help out a fellow Indie author. Please do your part as well. Become involved, participate with your favorite or fellow Indie authors, Blog for them, Tweet for them, mention them as frequently as you can to friends, family and strangers. Remember that the big publishers have money to market their authors, we Indie authors rely on you our humble readers and friends to spread the word. In that way, we at least can try and make a living at what we love, and bring quality fiction to our fans.

Many regards,
~Lawrence BoarerPitchford

Sunday, March 24, 2013


From my Goodreads blog:

What are the relationships between indie writers out there? This is a very interesting subject. When I first came into the business, I was asked by a fellow indie author to review his work, but he was not willing to review mine. "Why?" I asked. He said that it looked bad to appear to provide reviews that seemed quid pro quo. He was right to think that, since those readers who post reviews can be savage about an authors credibility.

Over the last year I've read Stuart Jaffe's The Way of the Black Beast, Timothy Wood's Grant me Timely Grace, and Rebecca Scarberry's Messages from Henry. Each was a work of the heart by the particular author. But, I can't spend all my time reading - as you've guessed, I'm a writer. Having said that, I try and support my fellow authors as I can. One way I've done this is by putting their web site as a link on my web site. I've written a few reviews, and have gone to fellow author's pages at various sites to "like", comment, or put down some tags for them. Some of them have done the same for me. And, that is really the name of the game as an indie author, networking.

As an indie author, I spend most of my waking time at my day job, or writing. Time for promoting others, and myself is very limited for me.

On the subject of promotion, it is clear that there is little desire by some authors to promote their fellow author's works. Why? It's not clear. Most likely they are under the same stress that I am.
In the market there are few well developed and inexpensive advertising outlets for indie authors, and the personal cost in time and/or money to market one's works is prohibitive in many cases. Having said that, my readership continues to grow - slowly. Visibility is the crucial key to financial success for an indie author. How do we achieve that? There are some suggestions out there, a few books, but it all boils down to money and time; a luxury that most indie authors struggle with. I sure struggle with it.

If you like sword and sorcery fantasy, or historical fiction, check out my works here on Goodread, Amazon Books, Smashwords, or my web site I write action and adventure stories that drive the imagination and titillate the senses.

Lawrence BoarerPitchford, Author
Thadius (historical fiction)
Sawbones (historical fiction)
In the World of Hyboria (barbarian sword and sorcery)
The Lantern of Dern Blackhammer (sword and sorcery)

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Much Ado About Nothing -

Pardon dear friends and humble readers for my coopting of the Shakespeare title extraordinaire, but today I am at a loss for serious subject matter, yet feel chatty. So, this is going to be a collage of sorts. I'm starting out talking about my feelings, and closing with some masculine poetry.

Feelings: I am in the midst of several writing projects that are moving at a snail’s pace. I'm working on a Steampunk science fiction novel, cleaning up and editing the sequel to Mad Cows, writing the next (and most likely last) In the World of Hyboria story, and toying with a novella that will be my fan fiction to H.P. Lovecraft. So, in short I'm feeling rather busy at present. But, that is a copout isn't it. The feeling is scared - yes, I feel scared that I might not finish any of them and slip into obscurity. Although, I am pretty obscure as it is - and thus it might not be much of a change.

If you haven't visited my web site, take a moment to trip on over to - it's like LSD, but different. You'll find information about me, my works, where to purchase them, see some examples/samples, and so on. You can also drop me a line if you like in the contact section.

Okay, as promised. Here is a sample of a poem that I did many years ago, and is part of a collection of poetry that I've amassed over the years, but is not published as of yet. If you like it let me know.

Longnor Hall

There upon lacquered table
Sits a smoking pipe of maple

A fire throwing yellow hues
Behind the chair that is my muse

Once within the thought
Brandy in snifter brought

I stare blankly away
Considering events of the day

And with shaken hand, raised as such
I linger with life in a deathly clutch

Cold winds blow outside my door
Like lofty days of lore

Whose only job it is so bold
To come in and share the cold

Laughing saints of years since lost
Dance like fairies in the frost

Outside my window closed this night
To protect this fragile firelight

Then the brandy, drained from glass
And smoking pipe held with class

Do present the smoky spirits look
With fractured moments from a book.

Copyright 1996 Lawrence BoarerPitchford

Saturday, October 27, 2012

The Spellbindingly Fun Blog Party Spell

The Warlock's vale

Charms like melting ice
Creep beneath the wicked sky
Darkness boils clouds of black
Will someone not right this night die?

Potions brew blue and red
The fire in hearth now churning
I weave my spell so pure
It will leave those touched turning

It starts with tingling in limb and foot
Unsettled fingers upon skin so white
Twitching and giggling will stir within
Laughter will bathe dark night

In bed thou shall find sleep nigh
The tickling unstopped all about
Wicked spectral fingers play
Till wind from lungs are emptied out

Now away you go to sleep in bed
Sheets white, pillows waft
But, when you feel the urge to laugh
This spell you'll find carried by spirits daft

Sunday, October 21, 2012

The Energy Scavengers

Book Review:

The Energy Scavengers by Ryan Sean O'Reilly is a short story in the genre of science friction. I was delighted to see that O'Reilly chose an interesting story line and character, as appose to the typical space hero and heroine format. This made the story attractive to me, since it was so different from anything I'd read of late.

The story opens with a robotic probe heading toward a planet. This planet was once dominated by an alien civilization, but now all that is left are the artificially intelligent machines that the aliens had created. The protagonist is a little probe that is sent to check out the ancient alien mining ruins and collect data to help mankind learn more about the aliens.

The author takes the reader on a roller coaster ride from the start as the protagonist must fight for survival in a hostile landscape populated by power hungry robots that have evolved. There are a few rocky spots in the text and some areas that could be fleshed out more - but in all I enjoyed the story very much. I was disappointed when the story ended. On the last page I wanted more, and hope that the author will turn this short story into at least a novella.

If you read The Energy Scavengers, and feel as I do that it should be expanded upon, send O'Reilly an email asking him to do so.

Regards, and until next time - Lawrence BoarerPitchford

Lawrence is the author of such works as Thadius; the tale of a retired Roman General on the trail of a serial killer: Sawbones; the story of a Civil War surgeon who must foil a plot to kidnap the one man who could change the terms of Southern surrender: The Lantern of Dern Blackhammer; Epic fantasy story about a lost relic, and the mad man seeking to enslave the world: In the World of Hyboria; Fan fiction that takes three fresh characters, Robert E. Howard's world of Conan, and mixes thing up with adventure and action: Tales of Mad Cows and Brothels; the story of a Welsh nobleman, an Irish pirate, and a French rogue priest and how they drink, brawl, and stumble their way toward saving a Queen.

Messages From Henry

Book Review:

Messages from Henry is a charming story that has an unlikely central character. This short novella starts out in a small and rural country house. The main character discovers that a close friend has gone missing. The mystery is afoot as the sheriff is involved and a chase ensues.

I found my emotional heart strings being imperceptibly strummed as I read chapter after chapter. I became invested in the protagonist and the message bearer Henry. With each turn of the page I found that I didn't want anything to happen to Henry - that intrepid hero of the story.

When the story finally played out, I was relieved to see that the author did not take a dark turn. I found the uplifting feeling under my wings that carried me to the last words of the story refreshing. There I felt that I'd finished a visit with a dear friend, and sipped tea, and listened to a harrowing tale of mystery and adventure.

The author Rebecca Scarberry delivers a heartwarming and charming tale that is easy to read and fun. In the end I think you'll probably wish to read a little more about Henry and his love - that is if the author revises the characters in another story.

Regards, and until next time - Lawrence BoarerPitchford

Lawrence is the author of such works as Thadius; the tale of a retired Roman General on the trail of a serial killer: Sawbones; the story of a Civil War surgeon who must foil a plot to kidnap the one man who could change the terms of Southern surrender: The Lantern of Dern Blackhammer; Epic fantasy story about a lost relic, and the mad man seeking to enslave the world: In the World of Hyboria; Fan fiction that takes three fresh characters, Robert E. Howard's world of Conan, and mixes thing up with adventure and action: Tales of Mad Cows and Brothels; the story of a Welsh nobleman, an Irish pirate, and a French rogue priest and how they drink, brawl, and stumble their way toward saving a Queen.

The Harried Pace

Okay, I get it. We're authors who have it all. We have penthouse apartments in New York, we drive only the most expensive sports cars, and we party until 2am and sleep until noon. Yes - we are successful artists who can do what we want when we the movies, or on television. But, the reality is, most of us who are Indie authors are working class folks who have a driving passion to tell stories.

So, here I am today. I stand overlooking the abyss of publication. I watch as my latest new works hit the Amazon Kindle marketplace. I watch as they are gobbled up by beast that is the market, filled with other authors who stare with my same expression; an expression of fear and anxiety that no one will read the work, that it will just draw cyber dust upon those cyber shelves.

But, there is more to this story. I think you can identify too, if you are an Indie author. There are still miles to go before I can say, "I'm done with this project." Still ahead are marketing, attending conventions, advertising, and the obligatory word-of-mouth through Facebook, Twitter, and GoodReads. How can I be in fifty places at once - and yet I strive to do so. I am here the sign reads at the beginning of this journey.

You know the pace. It starts out slow; at least it does for me. I have an idea, which leads to some writing, which leads to an outline, which leads to a project. The project begins with me writing chapters, and ferreting out the plot. I develop characters, their back stories, and who their friends are. Then, when I'm finally in the zone - I'm furiously writing page after page. There is something within me that makes this the most important thing in my life. I try not to neglect my loved ones. But, I do to a certain degree. All the while I write, re-write, shape and polish the product.

I get critique from online sources, and then re-work the project. I sometimes get a devastating critique and have to re-do the whole thing. All the while a tiny clock in my head is ticking. A barely perceptible voice is whispering in my ear, "You'll be a failure if you don't finish, if you don't complete this work." Not to say that I don't from time to time leave the work and start or finish another project, but I know that I'll return... I have to, to complete it.

The pace is quickening, and it made all the more imperative that I finish the rough draft, because I know that there is the next set of trials ahead. A rough draft is not the end, but a new beginning. Here I pair down the content, cut out the fat, try and lean up the work. Then, out it goes to those in my circle willing to review and give me more critique. The second draft comes, then the third, then the fourth... or was it the fifth... I'm losing track. Did I store the copy in file A or file B? I still need to continue marketing what's out there, but all the while I'm thinking of the new project.

It is getting so that I can't even stand the sight of my desk. I can't sit at the keyboard one more second. I need distraction. A walk to the coffee house, a moment in the sun, a ride on my bike to parts enchanted. When I'm back, I'm refreshed, but only for a short time.

As an author, I balance my day job with my unbridled passion for telling stories. All my writing happens on weekends and evenings. Not enough time to feel relaxed. And, still the clock that governs the project ticks away. But, here is the difference. For me, I love writing. The struggle and the reward are more than worth it; it being my internal drive to entertain.

I'm sure that you've felt that pressure at one time or another; that self-imposed pressure. The path that leads from thought to publication is not smooth, and forethought and planning are critical components to the success of any writer. I find it interesting when someone finds that I'm an author. A gleam forms in their eye, the one that says, "Hey, I have an idea for a book." Then, they say it, "Hey, I have an idea for a book." It is that look though, that tells me that they think the process is, write a book, hand it off to someone (maybe a publisher), and sit back and rake in the royalties. That look amuses me, and so I tell them all the parts that I play as an Indie author just to get my idea to market as a book. Their smile turns into a frown. They look forlorn and often say, "Wow, that's a lot of stuff you do." Then, I tell them how much I've made as an author, and how much I've spent. They typically don't want to talk to me anymore. The difference between them and me is that regardless of the struggle, I'm still going to write that book. Regardless of the royalties, I'm going to publish that book. And, lastly, regardless of the critics, I'm going to continue to write books.

I suspect that there are some of you out there that will identify with this post. Maybe some of you won't. Those of you who do, I'll see you on the highway of hard knocks, and those that don't, you are lucky to be so skilled. To all of you out there - I salute you as you travel along at that harried pace toward that New York pent house, wild parties, and those expensive sports cars.

Lawrence BoarerPitchford