This book was my first (and for the moment my only) western. I’d never written a western before or even thought about doing anything in the genre. And I haven’t written one since. In fact, after a bad review because the original book was—admittedly—put out too fast at a hectic time in my life, I was certain I’d just drop it altogether. Although the plot had a lot of drive, I just didn’t feel like marketing the book or justifying why people should read it after an initial poor reception.
But it had a lot of downloads, by my standards, when it first came out. And after I gave it a new cover and a big edit, it just hung around for a while on my website. Some of you have probably read it during the months it was available free. One thing I noticed when redoing it was that I’d marketed it as western romance, but it turned into more of an actual western—which kind of bothered me. I’d assumed it would be western romance because I couldn’t possibly aspire to a real, gritty western.
But probably because of its original source in an old book, it is like a western and that might explain why it failed at first. It wasn’t for the right audience. Now I’m not sure who it’s for, but it lingers like smoke after a fire.
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I live surrounded by cultivated fields that rapidly give way to wild flowers, wild plants, and wild life. I get most of my ideas while drifting innocuously around my house and some of those ideas get into print.