Remember me? I’m the guy who wrote this book…
It’s been awhile since I reminded the universe (and all my digital platforms) that “Fifty-Three Weeks” is alive and well, and more people need to read it (you might be one of them).
Furthermore: its readers need to spread the news. If you’ve read “Fifty-Three Weeks” and enjoyed it, please, please, please, please, PLEASE write a review and post it on Amazon. Really—it makes a difference for writers when reviews reach certain thresholds. Reviews are crucial!
This week, I sent some copies to the Campus Store at Bethel University, my alma mater. I’ve sent some to the Woods Hall Craft Hall & Gallery on Madeline Island, WI, and will send more to the camp store at our favorite church retreat, Moon Beach Camp (its sister camp, Daycholah Center, already has “Fifty-Three Weeks”). I’m anxiously awaiting the verdict of a couple local indie bookstores around Milwaukee, and…
And an update: I’m still writing. In fact, I have five projects on my desktop. Many of you want a sequel—fear not; not just one but two are underway. One is nearly done, but it needs to wait its turn in the que while the other one will likely see daylight first, tho it’s only at about page twenty-five today. Meanwhile, what’s on my desktop underneath this page is a memoir, about seventy pages along.
You won’t be surprised, but I’ll happily report that I love what I do. I loved being a pastor & preacher, all the while waiting thirty years to write without squeezing it into my “real” job. Now, I get to just write. I’m often the first person through the library doors when they open; I find the one table with a power source, set out my notes, laptop and insulated coffee mug…and I’m in heaven.
I Love This Work
