WRITERS WRITE
As a member of Mystery Writers of America, I am privileged to be in the email loop of the Southeast chapter of MWA as well as its Facebook page. The New Year has everyone buzzing about their writing goals for the year.
Since Fiery Seas Publishing plans to launch my debut novel THE JINX this summer, my goals are specific to making that happen with edits, publicity and more. In the past, I have striven to complete a novel or short story collection within a calendar year. But these lofty goals share a common denominator – writing.
Writers write. Writers plant butt-in-chair in front of a keyboard for hours on end almost every day. It makes no difference whether you are a newbie or you have a dozen novels under your belt, if you are not actively writing, you are not a writer; you are a spectator.
So, if you are vague about your goals and flying by the seat of your pants over what to do, but you want to call yourself a writer, make this one goal – write. Write every day and let the chips fall where they may. If you do this, things very well may fall into place and the yellow-brick road will reveal itself.
Unless of course, you are only a spectator. And spectators never become authors.
The Jinx by Ernest Lancaster
Series: Memphis M.O.
Suspense
July 2018
Disaster strikes and innocents die as police sniper Rick Munro is plagued by a first-call jinx. As his career takes off, he must overcome his rookie mistakes, and keep his team members safe.
When Munro returns to TACT as a newly promoted lieutenant, the jinx torments him still. He must contend with team members’ rival agendas around every turn. Munro finds himself in a battle he can’t escape as corruption and death unfold around him.
About the Author:
Ernest Lancaster retired from the Memphis Police Department as a captain after serving as a cop for thirty-three years.
In the early seventies Lancaster spent two years walking a night beat in downtown Memphis, when The Peabody and Beale Street lay boarded up and crumbling and the center city became a dystopian ghost town after dark. He patrolled in ward cars, trooped for three days through a sea of pilgrims to Elvis’s funeral, edited the Memphis Police Association’s newspaper and acted as the association’s vice-president. For twenty-six years he held positions on the TACT Squad.
Lancaster now resides with his wife and Yorkie in the Smoky Mountains, where they love to hike and camp.
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