Hello, for those who are just tuning in and seeing Part II in the title, here’s a link to Part I! In this series of blog posts, I’m going to be examining various internet-promoted marketing techniques for indie writers and assessing whether or not they actually sell books. This way, you can follow along with … Continue reading Did This Sell Books? – Analysis of Goodreads Giveaways Part II
Try these ten tips to suddenly sell a million copies and earn your parents' respect! I have read a hundred posts telling me to build a mailing list, grow my brand, or ‘just find reviewers’ to get book sales and start that golden path toward becoming Stephen King. By day, I’m a data scientist, and … Continue reading Does This Sell Books? – GoodReads Giveaway
Kickstarter!! From June 1st-June 30th, you can back this novella on Kickstarter. Get yourself a signed copy of the paperback when it releases and early access to the full novella online! Any amount helps and rewards start at $5. Thank you for your support! --Ashton https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/macashton/the-first-ambassador-to-crustacea 1. Ambition Nana’s Hog was a ship that looked … Continue reading The First Ambassador to Crustacea – First Chapter
Look, I wrote a story about killer snails, but people seem to like it, maybe you will too. "Wonderfully visceral piece of story-telling." - ABC Tales User "How wonderfully horrifying!" - A Reddit User
Herb Withers watched in horror as Jeremiah raised his hitherto unused pistol. The barrel was pointed right at Herb’s chest, and before there was any chance to react, a deafening thunderclap rocked him backward.
Fall came, quickly followed by winter, and the hangings slowed, so they had plenty of time to practice, and even more for Maggie to be frustrated at the lack of progress.
All Maggie wanted to do was ask Adam about the possession, but a bet was a bet.
The following month was hot, the sun’s scorching rays beating down on the packed earth and sending waves through the otherwise clear air.
“It’s all in the feet. See? See how much he’s kicking? Can’t conserve a breath like that, no sir.” Maggie looked up at the man swinging from the high branch of Hangman’s Tree. She felt a twinge of sympathy, but mostly anticipation. A pocket watch ticked slowly in her hand.
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Ashton Macaulay 