From Ron,
It has been suggested more than once that I publish this myself. So I have decided to do a market test.
I have uploaded a PDF of my novel Happily After Ever.
It is the story of Harry Steele, a somewhat neurotic man who receives the key to an amazingly powerful manifestation technique and finds that as a writer he is uniquely well suited for success. But success takes a circuitous route and the journey pairs Harry with an unlikely crew of shadow people, dead relatives, misfits and a talking dog in order for him to learn the true ways of manifestation and the ultimate lesson of love.
Try out the first chapter and let me know if you are interested in more. I have not decided if I should release it as a serial novel of just sell the e-book. I welcome your comments and suggestions.
Here is a quirky little bio to tell you more about me and the story.
"Hi, Roger Penrose of the Dutton Literary Agency. Is Ron Heacock in?"
Mandy answered, "I'll see, please hold. --Nope. Can I take the message?"
"May I ask you a few questions then?"
"Well sure. Okay."
"What is your name, ma'am?"
"Mandy Eastman. I die near the end of Ron's first novel, Happily After Ever."
Roger was sure he hadn't heard correctly but he pressed on. "Mandy, what can you tell me about Mr. Heacock? As a writer, of course."
She snorted a laugh that sounded like a cat hocking up a hairball. I can definitely tell you about Ronny," She was smiling, "he's got a nice ass…"
Roger looked at his watch thinking, I wonder if there is a way out of this. "Right then, ah, when did Ron begin writing?"
"He wrote short stories in high school, but he's more of a poet. Did you know he sings too? Wrote at least a hundred songs. He was a band too and then went solo – what a waste of time that was. Then he did all kinds of jobs."
"Oh really, what kind?"
"Got married at nineteen. That's a job – shit; three months is my limit."
"Umm hmm."
"He fixed stuff, sold stuff and built stuff. Taught songwriting, and played with 'Look What They Done To My Song, Ma,' Melanie from Woodstock. But that was long after da summer of love. And now she's fat like a house and her husband Peter is totally batshit!" Mandy chuckled to herself.
"How is it that Ron is writing now?"
"You know, I have to pee. Here, talk to Harry." She yelled, "Hey Steele!"
"Hello, Harry Steele, can I help you?"
"Yes, Hi, this is Roger Penrose from …"
"Hi Roger. I know your boss, Brian Dutton –you're calling about Ron?"
"Well, yes."
"Damn fine guitarist. Much better than me; a real natural."
"But what about his writing, this is for a biography you see and…"
"Well that's a big part it. In order to put a whole story into three and a half minutes you have to condense details. He's got the brevity factor down pat."
"Other publishing credits?"
You know, you should ask Rockmed or Lisa about that. Maybe Beauregard."
"Is there anything else you can tell me?"
"Well, he created me. That's something. Here's Hassim, ask him."
"Quite."
A man with smooth thickly accented voice said, "Hello, Doctor Rockmed."
"I'm Roger Penrose," Roger began his introduction.
Oh yes, Mr. Penrose. Ron told me about you. You would like some history?"
"Yes."
"The book, Happily After Ever is a love story about loving your own life so much that you make good things happen. Ron's an expert at Manifesting the Life You Desire. With no money, he built a real estate empire before realizing his true calling."
"True calling?"
"Writing, of course, sir. That is what we are talking about isn't it?"
"Oh, right."
"Ron manifested a BMW M3 once, after doing a series of exercises."
"Really? What kind of exercises?"
"You should read the book."
"Oh, yes, I've been told that."
"He found the car on EBay, bid on it and won. He called, and with no money down the salesman delivered the car the next day."
"That's amazing, but I fail to see the connection."
"Oh, I couldn't say. But I'll bet you a chestnut that Lisa has insights. Lisa?"
She broke right in. "I've been lurking, Scooter. Listen, Ron has published a few on-line stories, some poetry, newspaper articles and an Arts piece, but the point is, he a machine. They downsized him from his corporate gig in '03 and his wife asked him, 'What do you really want to do?' Without a beat he says, 'I want to write.' So he does -- every day for a year! Completed Happily After Ever along with the beginning of five other novels – you should ask him to show you."
"Okay," Roger had two pages of scribbled notes. "Harry suggested I speak to one more person. Is Beauregard there?"
"Ha!" Lisa's barked a laugh. "That Harry. No, Mr. Penrose, you don't want to talk to Beau. You'll never get a straight answer from a man's dog."
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