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For a new author it is imperative that their books receive as many reviews as possible. Unfortunately, because people do not leave reviews, there are countless award winning books out there just gathering dust. The reason reviews are necessary is because as your reviews grow in number, so to does the position of your book on search list from online stores such as Amazon.

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I am offering a free Kindle gift code to anyone interested in reviewing my Award Winning book, The Adventures of Nick and Billy: The Mystery of the Rougarou! Although the award is a huge step to getting my book out there, a greater number of reviews is imparative.  I am asking that reviews be left within a month of receiving the Kindle Gift Code. At the very least, I would ask that your review be placed on Amazon and, if you don’t mind, I would really love for you to follow the links to the other sites I have listed below: 

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The Fish Whisperer

Has this ever happened to any of you? You do a little something – an everyday something to you – involving a friend (or not-friend) and it ends up being something much, much more? Well it happened to me this past summer and I just feel the need to share it…while acknowledging just how big a deal this average day became to me.

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Bill man-handled this beautiful Walleye on board that first day we went fishing! Not bad for his 1st ever Wally!

William Lobb (Bill to his friends), is the author of one hell of a book, The Third Step. It is a recommended read for anyone that has struggled with addiction.

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Well, Bill is a friend that I met a few months earlier during one author event or another. After learning that he hasn’t taken a vacation since 2009, or some god-awful amount of time like that, I asked him to join me for a day of fishing. I chuckle to myself as I remember back to just how difficult that first fishing trip was to schedule. He’s very busy with family events and work so it was easy for him to be too busy for a day on the lake.

That was the case until the first fishing trip happened. I broke him in easy by picking him up at 6:00 AM. I usually like getting to the boat landing around 5:00 AM this time of year. I really think if I had started him off with a 4 AM pick up he would have suddenly had an urgent business matter to attend to that day…so, alas, I decide to relax my strictly, self-imposed rule of an early departure.

We had a good time, but I’m not writing this post to tell you about it; I’m writing this post to share a very special gift I received from Bill. It ended up being a much more important day to him than I could fathom. I do this all the time, so while I still love to open the throttle up on my bass boat heading for the first of several fishing holes I like to try early in the morning, I forgot just how therapeutic a good day on the lake can be. Bill wrote an article for his blog, titled The Fish Whisperer. It was an account from him of what he thought of our day on the lake and I have included it for you guys to read, and hopefully enjoy as much as I did:

 

The Fish Whisperer

Saturday I did something completely out of character… I went fishing. I don’t fish. I’d not gone fishing since I stopped drinking and taking any chemical I found laying around (many years ago).

I’m way to busy for fishing and such things. I spend most of my life wondering where all my time goes. You find out on a boat, on a lake, completely disconnected.

My friend and fellow author, Mike Hoard, took me. The dude can fish. I swear to God he’s the fish whisperer. I mean it was spooky. On a nine mile long lake he knows where the fish are. He knows. I never have ever seen anything like it. He doesn’t know the general area, he knows on what side of the log and how deep. Seriously spooky stuff.

The fish must be terrified when they hear Mike Hoard’s pickup driving up to the lake…

I spent a few hours with my phone in his truck glovebox. That was the closest to withdrawal I’ve felt in almost twenty-four years.

It was nice, it was freeing, once I stopped sweating. Other than pondering how the hell Mike could possibly know the location of every fricken fish on a thousand acre lake…

“Bill, we are going to find some crappies here…let’s fish for some Walleye here… some rock bass over there.”

I pondered what life was like before I was married to this device in my hand right now.

I remembered acid and amphetamine laced trips into the backwoods upstate where I’d disappear for a week or more with no outside contact, just a verbal agreement for someone to pick me up at an appointed place, at an appointed time.

Somewhere between those days and now is a better place to live. Thanks Mike, it was an eye opening Saturday. And damn, Sam, them Louisiana boys can fish!

 

Pretty freaking cool, huh? I guess I wanted to post this because I wanted to remind you all, and myself, that it’s the little, everyday things in your life that can often times brighten another persons day to the point that they will never forget it.

The second time Bill and I went fishing I picked him up at 5:00 AM without hearing any complaints. Even though this day wasn’t as successful as the first he agreed to allow me to pick him up at 4:30 AM on our third fishing trip. But that was not to happen. Personal issues have caused this trip to be postponed, but by-golly, it will happen again soon!

Thanks for the new title you have given me Bill! It really is cool. You would be surprised at how often people call me the Fish Whisperer now!

What an Autograph Meant to Me at 12…and Now?

It was the summer of 1979…I stood in a line that was at least a football field in length. I was attending The World of Wheels auto show in Baton Rouge, LA, with my brother, Paul, and best friend, Creig. We were not fazed in the least by the long wait. To us boys, ranging in age from 11 to 13, there was no place we would rather be! The long, meandering line of people zigged and zagged through Stingray Corvettes, Mustangs,  cameros, and Trans Ams. At the very end of the line, barely visible, and sitting next to our ultimate destination, a bright orange 1969 Dodge Charger. The General Lee! Just to the left of this awesome super car, an elevated stage. Every minute or so, the bodies ahead of me would part just enough to allow me to see the long, dark, flowing hair of Daisy Duke!

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The thought of meeting a famous person, and not just any famous person, but the person that every boy my age had a crush on in 1979, was almost too much to handle. My imagination was in overdrive as I made my way down this trail flanked with hundreds of petro-guzzling beasts. My teenage hormones were in full overdrive. Would she give me a kiss? Should I ask her to marry me? Would she!? Silly questions like these permeated my thoughts.

We continued on our trek through the maze of priceless automobiles, but to us three boys, these marvels of human engineering might as well have been piles of schoolbooks. They were invisible. As we drew nearer, I noticed brief glimpses of her forehead…and then eyes! Somewhere along here I noticed her eyes for the first time and I swear she stared right at me and smiled!

Finally, after nearly an hour and a half, we three stood at the foot of the stairs leading up to the stage. I’d noticed by now how the workers keep the line moving at a pretty brisk clip. Every person I’ve watched comes to a stop in front of Daisy, hands her the sexy poster we all had to buy if we wanted her autograph, a brief hello might be exchanged, and the poster is handed back…next in line repeats, and repeats, and repeats. But I just knew she was going to halt the entire line to ask me questions and get to know me better!

My brother and my friend are ahead of me. They hand over their posters, with grins on their faces from ear to ear. Neither says a word. I am shocked! How can they not at least say hi? Well my moment has arrived. I step in front of her and hand over the poster. I’m waiting for her to halt the line…but she quickly scribbles her name and hands the poster back. Everything is happening too fast! I go to say something – perhaps hello or I love you or will you marry me. I will never know and neither will she. My jaw froze in the open position and something sounding a lot like “duh” came out of my mouth before a gentle hand placed on my elbow ushered me toward the steps leading down.

Well, you would think that my day would be ruined after making a complete fool of myself and having the woman of my young, adolescent fantasies all but ignore me, but no! I had the poster with the ink on it that Daisy Duke herself had placed there! I must have looked at that signature a thousand times during our remaining time at the show. And I never once took my eyes off of it for the entire drive home. And for weeks, I would stare at the signature on the poster as it hung on the wall of my bedroom.

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Over the years I’ve collected autographs from several different people, but none of them are as special to me as that one was. Autographs to a youngster are like hard evidence of a superhero. Movie stars, sports stars, reality TV stars, the news anchorman, and yes, even authors should realize the honor being bestowed upon them when they are asked to put their signature on something for a fan.

When I am asked to sign my work I can’t help but wonder if I’m delivering the same delight to this child that Daisy Duke did to that 12-year-old boy back in 1979. Judging from the smiles I’ve received when handing over the book I think, yes, I am making this person happy.

And this makes me happy!

 

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Award Winning Author, Michael Hoard

The magnificent distinction  I have added before my name (above) is something so new to me that it hasn’t completely sunk in yet! It is so new in fact, that I have not yet received my 1st Place badge for winning the Young Adult Category of the 2017 Summer Indie Book Awards with my latest release, The Adventures of Nick and Billy: The Mystery of the Rougarou! Hence, the image below proudly sporting the nominee badge that I was so proud to have received.

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