Thanks, Veterans!

From the Office of the Mediator, Sol III Division,

Greetings, Terrans (and resident aliens),

In the United States, Sol III, 11 November (2046.045 GCE) is a time when ordinary citizens take the time to honor those who have served their country during times of tribulation. The brave men and women of their Armed Forces often sacrifice life and limb to protect basic freedoms that many take for granted. That such freedoms are routinely taken for granted is possibly a testament, not only to their effectiveness, but also to their selflessness.

We at the Office of the Mediator, along with the rest of the Galactic Union, would like to take this opportunity to thank these brave souls, wherever they may be. Whether you know it or not, you are heroes to us all.

OM-SIII-Div. 2046.045 GCE

On Receiving One’s First Ever Royalty Payment…

Euphoria. Sure, it’s nowhere near enough to buy a small island in the Caribbean, but it might get me a large pizza from Domino’s.

But it’s real. It’s tangible. It means that someone out there actually paid real money, earned by the sweat of their brow, or at least through some honest venture, for my words. My. Words.

If you’re an author, you probably know what I’m feeling. And I’m sorry for calling you weird (not to your face, of course!) when it happened to you. I had no idea.

Now, just to be clear, I didn’t start writing to earn a paycheck. I started writing because I had ideas in my soul that were burning to get out, to be put down on [virtual] paper. Once they were there, I came to the realization that words that exist, exist to be read. Once I had written words, I yearned to have someone else read them. Now, I have tangible evidence that someone else has.

I’ve received feedback from people who have finished the story and enjoyed it. I’m even starting to find reviews (okay, just one, so far) online. Hearing from others how my words affected them makes me feel like the whole process has been worth it. Sure, I know, just the accomplishment of getting the story written ought to be its own reward; and it is, trust me, but feedback is great!

If you’ve read the story, thank you! If you liked it (or even if you hated it), you will be doing me a great service if you write a review of it, either on Goodreads, or Amazon, or wherever you happened to purchase the eBook. Indie authors rely on word of mouth for publicity.

In other news, I have been working on publishing a print version of A Time To Build through Amazon’s CreateSpace. The proof is already in the mail, and I’ll be seeing it soon. I feel kind of like an expectant dad waiting for the delivery. I guess I owe my author friends another apology for that one, too!

Keep Writing!

Rick Rossing, for the Office of the Mediator, Sol III Div.

Wayne and Janet

Greetings, Terrans,

We at the OM have been going through some of Mr. Freed’s old journals, and we have discovered this small exchange. While this particular incident did not make it into A Time To Build, it does help to give some insight into the maitea relationship between Wayne Freed and his assistant, Janet (Clarke) Forbes.

Janet came to Georgetown University the year I entered law school. She had decided that she wanted to go into law, as well. My sister, Lucy, told me she was coming. “Don’t tell her I said this, but I think you’re the reason she chose Georgetown. You’ll be nice to her, won’t you?”

“Of course,” I said.

When Janet and her folks arrived in town, I took them all out to dinner. We had a pleasant evening. I almost felt like I was back in Oklahoma.

In the morning I met Janet’s parents before they left for home.

“Take care of Janet for us,” said Mrs. Clarke. “She thinks the world of you, you know.”

“Mom!”

I promised that I’d keep an eye on her. “Janet means a lot to me, too. Say hi to my family when you get home, won’t you?”

Once her parents left, I walked with Janet down to a local coffee shop. She hooked her arm around mine as we walked.

“You’ve grown up while I was away. I almost didn’t recognize you.”

“I missed you,” Janet said. “Mom embarrassed me by saying it, but it’s true. I love you.”

“I know.”

“Will I see much of you?”

“As much as you want to,” I said, “but I need for you to understand something.”

“You don’t love me.”

“I never said that.”

“You do love me?”

“Yes, I do,” I said. “That’s why I need you to understand that I just don’t have time for a girlfriend right now. Law school is going to be brutal. I am going to be working harder than I ever have. Even when I’m not in class, I have a job to do. I can’t even tell you everything I’ll be working on.”

She didn’t say anything for a long time. She was still holding on to my arm when we got to the coffee shop. Before we went in, she stopped me. “Would you say it, just once?”

“I love you.”

“I believe you.”

“I’m not lying. If I did have time for romance, I can think of no one else I would rather pursue. For now, I’d be content if you would just be my friend.”

“Do you think it’ll work?”

“I’d be sad if it didn’t.”

“Okay, then,” she said. “But if you ever do have time, I want to be your girlfriend.”

“I promise. You’ll be number one on my list.”

“You have a list?”

“Um, no.”

Posted by the Office of the Mediator, Sol III Division.

So This Is Why Everyone Doesn’t Do It!

Preparing a book for print publishing is a lot harder to do than preparing a book for e-publishing. And making an audio book seems to be even harder than that! I am seriously glad I went the e-publishing route first, because I think I might have gotten discouraged and quit long ago if I were starting out with a print version. Sure, I could spend a few hundred dollars to have a professional do all the hoop-jumping, but then I run into that fear of failure. What if I never recoup my investment?
Maybe after I’ve published a few of my own books, I’ll have the knowledge to help other authors self-publish their books. And when I do, I am only going to charge a fraction of the cost I’m seeing quoted!
Keep writing!

A Time to Build Now Available at All Major Retailers

Greetings, Terrans!

As of this writing, the Office of the Mediator is pleased to announce that Rick’s first book, A Time To Build, has just been spotted on iTunes! That means that it’s now available on all of the major eBook retailers.

Here is the list, with links, to all the places you can find A Time to Build:

If you’ve already read the book, please consider writing an honest review at any (or all) of these sites. The safety of the Earth might depend on it!

-Director, Office of the Mediator

Post by Rick Rossing, Not quite famous Author. Yet.

A Time to Build gets Premium Catalog Approval on Smashwords!

Greetings, Terrans,

The Office of the Mediator is pleased to announce that Rick Rossing’s first book, A Time to Build, has been approved for the Premium Catalog. This makes it possible for the e-book to be distributed to affiliate markets such as Barnes & Noble, Apple iBooks, Kobo, and others. We’re all pretty excited about it. To celebrate, here is an excerpt from the book:

Janet was busy at work when Lynne and I came into my office. She jumped up and ran around the desk to hug me, then she hugged Lynne.
“Lynne, you poor thing! Does it still hurt?”
“It’s not that bad anymore,” said Lynne.
“I still have the video of Lynne’s accident on my camera,” I said. “Want to see?”
“What, do you carry that thing with you everywhere?”
“Pretty much.”
“It’s part of the treaty,” said Lynne.
“What do you mean?”
I answered before Lynne could. “You know Lynne’s folks live pretty far from here, right?”
“Oh, I get it. You promised lots of video.”
“Something like that,” said Lynne, taking the hint.
I showed the video to Janet, who winced, rubbing her lower leg. “Ouch. My leg hurts just watching that.”
“Believe me,” said Lynne. “Doing it didn’t tickle, either. I broke both bones in my lower leg. The worst part was the liftoff, though.”
“Liftoff?”
“Out of Grand Canyon,” I interjected. “The pilot could have been a little gentler with the controls, believe me. Lynne only had the makeshift splint on her leg, and she felt every jostle.”
“I bet that ruined your honeymoon.”
“We made the most of it,” said Lynne, sitting down on the loveseat in my reception area. She swung her cast up and onto the seat beside her. Then she winked at Janet. “I’m sure you appreciate just how resourceful my husband can be.”
Janet smiled, but I detected a hint of tension between her and Lynne. I could figure out why. Lynne knew I had dated Janet in the past. She was letting Janet know that I was hers, and nothing as small as a broken leg would keep her from defending her territory. I hoped that they would be able to work out their hostility, because I hated the thought of dismissing my best friend, not to mention breaking in a new assistant.