Here I am at the edge

I don't blow my own trumpet enough. One thing I have been told many times is that I don't say to people how good I am as a writer . The reason I don't is that I feel self-praise is no praise at all. I'd instead paste the comments of other people telling how good they think I am. Unlike many writers, I don't turn my blogs into book blogs, even if there are two platforms to get my e-books  from  Amazon   and    Draft2Digital . The fact that one writer considered me such a threat she spent months trashing my award-winning e-book Chronicles of Mark Johnson online makes me laugh, after all, she is over 70.

The second part of The Spirit Painter story has gone out live, also FREE to read at  http://alsdomain.weebly.com/18/post/2013/05/the-spirit-painter-part-2.html#.UZ39GNLVAW4   don't forget this is the third of the eight stories in the award winning Chronicles of Mark Johnson book 1, available for sale  http://www.amazon.com/dp/B008BEDMSO  and book 2 is due out mid-June.

This is the second of the eight stories in the award winning Chronicles of Mark Johnson; which is on sale at Amazon   http://www.amazon.com/dp/B008BEDMSO THE PORTHERN CASE Since resolving the matter of the trapped spirits at the old Morton house a few years prior, Mark Johnson’s expertise and skills as a photojournalist were in demand again. He was now getting serious job offers for both his photographic and writing skills. Even though wealth was heading his way, Mark had not changed. He preferred to stay a recluse in his cottage by the coast, his only contact with the outside world being his lady friend, the artist Annette Palmer, and his agent, Phil Moore. He had met Annette a few months earlier while on a case. He had felt an affinity towards her from the moment they met. Today he was out walking the dog, when the house phone rang. “Hello, Phil, what can we do for you?" Annette asked. “Hi, Annette. I think I might have a story for Mark, plus a chance of ...

THE PORTHERN CASE Since resolving the matter of the trapped spirits at the old Morton house a few years prior, Mark Johnson’s expertise and skills as a photojournalist were in demand again. He was now getting serious job offers for both his photographic and writing skills. Even though wealth was heading his way, Mark had not changed. He preferred to stay a recluse in his cottage by the coast, his only contact with the outside world being his lady friend, the artist Annette Palmer, and his agent, Phil Moore. He had met Annette a few months earlier while on a case. He had felt an affinity towards her from the moment they met. Today he was out walking the dog, when the house phone rang. “Hello, Phil, what can we do for you?" Annette asked. “Hi, Annette. I think I might have a story for Mark, plus a chance of some art work for you at the same time.” “Sounds interesting. Go on.” "I've just had a call from a man called Patrick Kingsley. He said he'd like the two of you to m...

The latest segment of my award winning book has gone on line this morning  http://hereiamattheedge.blogspot.co.uk/p/chronicles-of-mark-johnson-on-line.html#.UY4GE6KG0W4