What motivates me as a writer?
Writing is a lonely avocation, just my trusty computer at my side, as I work hard to
create people, places, and plots that other people might enjoy reading. Marketing one’s own
writing is an extremely lonely business. Unlike having a traditional publisher and all of its
clout behind me, I have only myself, and I am a writer, not a salesperson. I find it difficult
to toot my own horn, though I know that it is essential in order to get word of the very
existence of my work out to the reading public. So what keeps me going? The writing, of
course, gives me a lot of enjoyment. I am actually like a reader as I write. I never quite
know how things will turn out in the end, not only of the book itself, but also in specific
scenes. I thoroughly enjoy working with words, stringing them together in a creative way.
Language has always fascinated me. Can you goose a goose? Does a house burn
up or burn down? If you are going to come visit me, are you coming or going? Why would youwant to swipe your card at a cash register if you already own the card? There is a huge difference between snap to and snap at. The list can go on and on. I love to play with words as I write, and this can be seen in DEADLY EYES.
Marketing my own work, however, is a completely different ballgame. I am a good writer, but I lack a lot in the area of salesmanship. I do seek out as many reviewers, interviewers, and bloggers as I can, and I am very thankful for all of these people, but every hour I spend tooting my own horn could be spent creating, my real forte. So what keeps me plugging away at my lonely avocation of writing? The answer is found in the wonderful reactions that readers have to my work. Their excitement serves to push me forward. I like people, and it makes me happy to see that they, in turn, like what I have created. Here are a few random lines from posted reviews of DEADLY EYES on my Amazon author’s site as examples of what I mean:
"The ride is fast and furious and the outcome will leave you blindsided....I recommend Deadly Eyes to all readers for its fast paced action coupled with the mesmerizing and intense suspense" - Marilou George, THE KINDLE BOOK REVIEW
"Michael Meyer has done it again, weaving a fascinating tale of murder and intrigue
in the tropical paradise of St. Croix that will keep you turning the page to the very end."
Nick Russell, author of BIG LAKE
" Michael Meyer has another hit on his hands with ‘Deadly Eyes’…. This is another 5-star book by a 5-star writer...
If you have never read Michael Meyer, do yourself a favor and pick up this book or all of his books, you won't be disappointed" - D Everetti, author of PUNISHING A GOOD DEED
I think you can see what I mean. It is pretty heady stuff, the type of thing that helps
me keep the faith as an Indie writer, a person who is not very good at tooting his own hornbut thrills when it is tooted by his readers.
A HAUNTING CARIBBEAN MYSTERY
James Cuffy, better known as Cuff, is living in paradise with his girlfriend, on the small Caribbean island of St. Croix, where the sky is as blue as Cuff's eyes, the ocean as pretty as Rosie's cheeks, where the gentle lapping of the waves is a lullaby, and the swaying of the palm trees is a dance. The sandy beaches are as white as sugar, and the horizon is a world away. St. Croix indeed is paradise, the perfect place for living, laughing, and loving. But the sandy beaches and the turquoise sea can provide no cover from the deadly eyes of the unknown stalker pursuing Cuff. Murder leads to murder as he attempts to untangle the terrible web in which he has suddenly become entangled. The twists and turns are relentless, the roads of the fast action leading in all directions, but time is running out, and Cuff, his faithful Rosie at his side, knows it.
EXCERPT of DEADLY EYES:
These were not naked eyes, for the distance between these eyes and the beach bar atCathy’s Fancy was too great for the naked eye to discern who was who. No, these eyes
had planned meticulously. The eyes were glued to a pair of terribly expensive and
unbelievably powerful Swarovski Optik binoculars. The balcony on which they now
worked, taking in the scene before them, was the perfect place to see but not be seen. The
powerful binoculars saw to that.
The distance, the palm trees, and the rays of the sun all helped. The position had
been hand picked, after careful consideration. Every angle had been considered, and, one by
one, they had all been discarded for one reason or another until this very spot, the perfect
place to observe while not being observed, had been selected.
Yes, the eyes had seen it all. The eyes had seen precisely what they had hoped to
see. They were like a master puppeteer. They planned, controlled, and observed, but from a
safe distance. They did not miss a trick.The eyes. The deadly eyes of St. Croix.
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