Not a bestselling author. Three books published. Zero plans to stop. 😂
I wrote my first novel at 70. I'm still not a bestselling author at 73.
The world did not throw a parade for book one. My daughter, who became my marketing manager somewhere between love and obligation, worked harder than I deserved. We got a Kirkus review. I celebrated until I realized most readers have never heard of Kirkus. 😂
Before the books, I spent four decades as a mime comedian and motivational speaker. 90 countries. More stories than I knew what to do with. Eventually I sat down and wrote one.
The algorithm stayed quiet. No bestseller list called. But slowly, readers found it. Real ones, who emailed to say they stayed up embarrassingly late, or that the Irish history hit somewhere unexpected, or that they immediately bought the next one.
Three books published now. A fourth being written.
Nobody handed me the title. No list, no algorithm, no industry gate opened and waved me through. I just kept going anyway. That turns out to be most of it.
If you wrote something and the world didn't notice, keep writing. The world is slow, and so am I, apparently. 😂
If you're curious, the first one is called The Key to Kells - a thriller built around a genetic mutation that lets people access their ancestors' actual memories, spanning Philadelphia, Ireland, and Jamaica.