First Word

Whenever I hear other writers (who still have day jobs) complain they don't have enough time to write their novel or non-fiction book, I will eagerly try to explain how they can get it done. Most of the time, though, if they already have mental barriers to what I'm saying, they don't listen. Instead, they'll give me a worthwhile list of all the reasons why they don't have time. So, I'm going to debunk your excuses here really fast. First, you should never attempt to give me your litany of reasons why you can't get something done -- ever! Why? Wait till you hear what I manage to get done and how. So to make your jaws collectively drop, here is what I'm working on: three books (each are in the writing stage too, which is the one that I'm most actively involved in), one children's book that is almost ready for production, blogs (two for me and one for my client), newsletters (one for me that is weekly and two for clients), another book that is almos...

My desk started getting crowded. I always tried to put our 3L books next to my computer so I could remind myself about the various titles (another good sign of prosperity), and then I ran out of room. I split them up on another shelf. And then they outgrew that shelf. So, I put them on another shelf (displayed). Our second anniversary is July. I am very proud of the work my team has put in on the creation of these works of literature. And we added last week, the fun, hilarious and entertaining Mr. Date Night . It features the author's beautiful music, introducing our first book with music included. If you're single, I highly recommend you purchase a copy today on our website or Amazon. It is the "recipe for a perfect dinner date." Farley is a gifted musician, so if you just need something romantic for an anniversary or date in general, your wish will be filled with this one. And now Mr. Date Night bookends our incredible catalog. I am one proud publisher!

OK, call me a crass audience member or a crazy publisher, whatever reaction you might have to this blog post, either moniker is fine. I was at an event last night to introduce the new book Mr. Date Night by the fun and fabulously dead-pan Cary Farley. The man can tell the driest joke -- so dry that I have to run for water to actually get it and laugh. Anyway, as part of the event, they introduced a ballet dance troupe. I enjoy ballet -- it's all good. And then, oh, three quarters of the way through ... out come the gentlemen dressed in skimpy, 1950-style men's swimwear, bare chested and all muscular. Part of me might have found the lithe, supple muscular frames sexy, if it weren't for the now infamous salmon-colored "Under Roos," as the gal standing next to me called them. My eyes started watering as I tried to not laugh aloud as I leaned over and whispered in Malia's ear. Malia lost it and laughed so hard she snorted. Whoops! And then the moment of the show ...