tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820965079926433412024-08-28T23:19:34.493-07:00If you read this blog you will get the blow by blow as I finish up my first novel as well as follow me as I chronicle my adventure through the Amazon Kindle e-book experience. You can also as follow me as I write new books, post snippets and then later links to a critique group on Baen's Bar a forum set up by the Publishing House Baen Books, where you can even read my works for free if you are willing to critique and comment.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10422620820249978980noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782096507992643341.post-1177510676450863212012-08-06T14:32:00.000-07:002012-08-06T14:32:13.602-07:00

So hey guys, I'm going to try transferring my blog over to another one.  This free site google provided was great and wonderful but not entirely as described.  So for now I'm going to keep this one just like it is, and give you guys a link to my new blog.  Where you can continue to follow my progress, comment and receive periodic updates as to my sales and progress on book 2. http

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sales for today is already 40 and there's still 4+ hours to go! Total sales as of right now 510 Sales for week ending 7/28 = 222 And up to 138k written for the 1st draft of Admiral's Gambit. Amazon Rank: Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #2,936 Paid in Kindle Store (See Top 100 Paid in Kindle Store)

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Sales are up to 455 month to date, and so that's about 200 so far this week.  Things are still rocking on the sales front.  At least in my opinion.  I'll give you the updated total for the week when the clock ticks over and I have them. As for Admiral's Gambit, I'm up to around... 133k of words written right now.  I'm hoping to finish up the book in another 5k+ or so and then

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Total sales for week ending 7/21/2012 = 153 Total Sales this month as of right now....  274 We're rocking on people!  I won't forget all of you who have so tirelessly followed my blog, my writing and posted time and again on this blog.  Your names shall be listed in the hall of fame and free books could even be issued.  For all of you one time posters or those who lurk and

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Well so far this month as of 00:13 on 7/13/12 I've got 74 sales!!!!  well 75 and 1 refund so I'm calling it 74. Which is just awsome!!!  that's like 43 sales in 5 days.  Or somewhere around 8 sales per day!!! Go team. The Deposed King

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As you may or may not know my book.  Admiral Who? is now up, under my son's name as the author.  Luke Sky Wachter.  http://www.amazon.com/Admiral-Spineward-Sectors-Novel-ebook/dp/B007WQSY44/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1341497289&sr=1-1&keywords=admiral+who Its been up since April and I'm going to give you the facts of my sales. Sales:April = 21May =

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Snippet 22: The Engineer He was the very model of a modern outdated space engineer. A figured loomed over the old engineer with something bright and metallic in its hand. Barely able to concentrate over the line of fire running down the middle of his chest, he still managed to get his right hand in between himself and the figure. Wandering fingers found an arm and locked on with all the

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Chapter: A bad Transition We emerged from hyperspace with a crash. "Sweet Murphy, what was that," said Officer Tremblay as the ship shook. "Point Emergence," Screamed the Navigator. "I know that," snapped Tremblay, grabbing a hand hold to steady himself as the ship shook from side to side. "What just happened? Are we under attack?" "Oh, my gods," Yelled one of the Sensor Operators

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Chapter:    I was back on the Admiral’s Throne when Lieutenant Tremblay turned to me.    “I think that’s everything we can squeeze in, Admiral,” he said with a frown.  “The final tally from the all the ships including ours is…” he glanced  at his handheld, “54,341 survivors loaded in various stages of discomfort.  Every cargo hold and spare crawl space

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Chapter: The Relief Effort    What a relief it was to stop worrying about battles and boarding actions that killed people and focus on just saving lives.    As expected, it was confusion on the bridge and all throughout the ship as the entire crew prepared to receive survivors and then actually started picking them up.    While we were still busy with

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Chapter:  An Outraged Engineer    I had expected to see Lieutenant Tremblay with a well armed detail of men, or perhaps just an armed detail of men so Tremblay could maintain the polite fiction that he wasn’t involved.  I was holding out hope that my surprise for Tremblay, should the First Officer be launching a mutiny, might arrive first.    Instead of an

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Chapter:      I made my way back to the bridge, silently rehearsing the parts of the upcoming conversation which I believed would be the most crucial.  Time seemed to be flying by, as I found myself standing outside the bridge far too quickly for my own liking.  Gathering my composure, I activated the panel and strode onto the bridge.  Once seated  in the

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Chapter:     One moment we were racing towards the pirate ships, and the next I was on the floor sliding across the deck towards the bulkhead.  I blinked away the pain in my head and the stars in my eyes, and reached for a handhold along the wall to pull myself back to my feet.    I looked to the main screen and I couldn’t see the pirate squadron in front of the

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He was the very model of a modern outdated space engineer:  Tis-a-Pickle!        “It won’t fit, Chief,” shouted one of the crewmen working with Spalding on the outside of the ship’s hull.    Spalding popped his head out of the next laser pit in the series of gun placements along the hull to take a quick look.  “Turbo-Lasers are all exactly

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Chapter: Pirates    We emerged from hyperspace with another lurch.  I was somewhat prepared, gripping tightly to the arms of the Throne, but this transfer worse than the last.    “Point Emergence,” reported one of the bridge crew.  “Looks like we’ve transferred to the system we were trying for,” the spacehand said, sounding sour with the whole idea. &

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Chapter: Rallying the troops He was the very model of a modern outdated space engineer:  They’re all a bunch of fruits!     “What is, man?  Can’t you see I’m busy trying to pull two heavy cruisers through the hells of hyperspace with only my bare hands and a few oversized trunk lines?” Chief Engineer Spalding was absolutely snarling.  The young pup that somehow

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Chapter:  Distress Call     “The Chief Engineer reports the ship is ready to point transfer whenever you are, Admiral,” Lieutenant Tremblay reported, then bit his lip.   “He’s calling it a miracle of engineering, but it should get the job done.  I have to say I’ve never seen or heard of a successful point transfer involving two ships of the same weight within

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He was the very model of a modern outdated space engineer:  ‘Tis a Minerale’     Chief Engineer Spalding was, as usual, quite animated as he protested my order to bring the pirate heavy cruiser with the other ships.  “It’s a miracle her Star Drive’s as intact as it is after the pounding our Clover gave her the last go-round.  It’d take another Miracle entirely to

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Chapter:  For the Prize    The Lucky Clover point transferred into a system without a name, only a number.  AZT89443.  There was no great flash of light, no massive 'whump' of the engines, and no encounter with hyperdimensional aliens intent on enslaving humanity for the purpose of serving us as appetizers at some transdimensional buffet.  I readily admit that I

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Chapter:    It was a relief to be out of that iron cage they called power armor.  I rolled my shoulders and sighed, suddenly aware of how sore my neck felt.    My new wardrobe was a little too well padded, but at least I now looked like I belonged on a star ship.  As of this morning, I was the proud new owner of a heavily reinforced officer’s uniform. 

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Chapter: 5    The next morning it was a young admiral, red eyed from lack of sleep, who clomped his way to the armory.      I’d only managed to catch a few winks while sitting on that throne they called an Admiral’s chair.  I’d stayed up all night, certain that something bad was bound to happen and determined to be prepared to face the revolution when it

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Chapter:     I was sitting in the Admiral’s throne and receiving all kinds of conflicting reports.  Environmental said it looked like a possible sensor problem, while engineering was almost hysterical, insisting that everyone on three deck was dead.  The intercom to that level was on the fritz, so trying to reach an actual person down there was currently

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    He was the very model of a modern, outdated space engineer.     Spalding woke up to the combined sound of his hatch door chiming and someone physically pounding on his door.  The door was made of a light composite, but it was still solid metal.  They must be pounding on it with a wrench or something.     Rolling over he grinned,

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Chapter:     The former intelligence officer, looking very harried and overloaded, caught back up with me on the Flag Bridge.    I was sitting in the Admiral’s chair (or throne as I still thought of it, especially since it was the only chair on the bridge big enough to take my power armored enlarged bulk) watching the half trained bridge crew go about the job of

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Chapter 3:    Having arrived back on the Flag Bridge, I listened to the servos of the power suit whine as I paced back and forth on the duralloy deckplates.  I couldn’t keep the crew in their quarters forever.  Not only were they needed to run the ship, but I was fairly certain they wouldn't sit in their bunks indefinitely, no matter what I said, or how well I said it.&

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