I will use the release of my debut book as an example in this article, but I use the same “brainwashing” technique in other aspects of life, for instance, when I applied for my current job.
I truly believe failure is part of success, and that success is subjective. We all have hopes, dreams, and expectations. Sometimes they’re met, sometimes not, and sometimes we exceed our expectations.
This way of preparing is something I have used most of my life. …
This article is a follow up to How To (Self)Publish Books On a Budget. I am not an experienced author or an expert in getting reviews. This article is written by a two-week-old debutant. And therein lies its value. Seeing it from a debutant's eyes. I will update the post as I learn and figure things out, so if you would like to follow my journey to reviews, I recommend you bookmark this post.
One of the biggest problems I am facing right now is getting reviews for my book.
Starting this process, I didn’t know how important reviews are. I should have, though. As an avid reader, I always look at how many stars a book has before I decide to one-click buy it (I have one-click bought way too many books). …
This is a follow up to My $1000 Blog Post
Disclaimer: I am not a publishing expert. On the contrary. Drafting this, on December 8th, 2020, I am still 10 days off releasing my debut book.
The value I offer lies in my noviceness (if that’s even a word). I look at this from someone in the middle of it. Trying to figure things out. I have tried a bunch of things, thrown both money and time out the window, and done many mistakes. I still keep making them on a weekly basis.
If you read the last post, you know that my book cost me around $1400 to release, it’s probably more like $1500 at the point of writing this. …
If someone told me back in August, when I posted the blog-post, that it would cost me $1000 by mid-December, I would have said: “Nah, don’t want that!”
Actually, it’s over $1200 as you read this, I just rounded it down for you.
It all started on a beautiful spring day in 1976. When a chubby and happy boy came to see the light of day. This was in Tønsberg, Norway’s oldest city. Home of the Vikings.
This January, in the year-we-do-not-mention, I started blogging.
As a paying subscriber (aka reader) for two years on Medium, I had devoured everything. …
It was our third date. Not counting the celebratory dinner when we solved the lost iPhone case.
I was nervous. Shitless, really. I knew what third dates meant two decades ago. I Googled it; seemed like it hadn’t changed. I reserved seats at the best restaurant in Oslo. If expensive equals best.
I hadn’t been intimate with anyone for almost two years — hadn’t been with anyone but my heinous ex-wife for the last twenty. I knew the theory, but unsure if the tools-of-the-trade were up to it.
Anxious about the upcoming date, I went to my doctor for the first time in 12 years. My doctor, doctor Bah, had retired. …
“Are you done soon? I need to watch the news,” I asked.
“But Daad! I just started playing, can’t you watch the news on your iPad or something?” My daughter looked at me, wearing my brand new, expensive, and oversized headset. The mic covering her mouth.
She was playing Fortnite. Every available minute was spent playing that game.
Yes, I have a daughter. Her name is Jenny. Normally I wouldn’t mention it, but for this case, I have to since she’s the premise of the entire story.
I sat on the couch trying to watch the news while Jenny screamed that they needed to kill someone to whoever she was playing with. …
Read time: 12 minutes
“Are you available?” A raspy voice said, pulling me out of my best dream in ages.
“Yeah,” I said, matching his raspy voice with my first word of the day. I squinted as I looked at the phone, an unlisted number. The clock read 07:40. Why would anyone call anyone at 07:40!?
“Good. because you’re my last hope,” he said.
If I had a penny for every time I’d heard that I would have pennies by now.
“I am Ragnar Løke. Have you heard about the Tønsberg jewelry heist in 1985?”
To all of you who aren’t Norwegians, geographical-, or crime history nerds: Tønsberg is the oldest city in Norway, and also where I live. …
If you missed the first part, it’s here: The Frozen Case-Part One
Read time: 8 minutes.
The red light seemed to last forever. I was trapped in the busiest intersection of my city, thinking about my visit to Espen and Pernille.
Espen told me the modus operandi, or MO, didn’t fit with a drug endorsed psychotic. The mutilation had been methodical and clean. Not random and violent as would be excepted.
Espen thought the killings were a message to Johan. The drug business was huge in Norway in the 60’ and 70’. People got filthy rich, fast, and where there’s money there’s motive. If there ever existed a mafia-like organization in our little country, it was back then. …
Yes, this is one of those annoyingly part one’s. Calm down. I’m doing it for you. This is going to be a long one, and I know you and your attention span can’t handle much more than an eight-minute read. And don’t you just love waiting in suspense for a week?
Well, tough luck.
Read time: 8 minutes.
My practice was booming and I was getting cases from left and right. It was mostly boring my husband/wife cheats on me, cases, and I blame the jungle telegraph as I obviously had a talent for catching adulterers. My writing was hurting, but my wallet was bulging. I guess at this point I was content. …
Welcome back to the second season of Viking P.I.!
First, I have a couple of announcements.
I am going to publish the first series as an e-book, on December 18.
In that regard, I am going to unpublish the season from all platforms, besides my Newsletter by December 1. This has to do with me publishing it with exclusivity on Kindle Direct.
The first season has been through an extensive copyediting process with my editor, and I can promise you that she lifted the whole series. It's now Viking P.I. 2.0 :)