Somebody right now may be…

This song came up on my Pandora just ten minutes ago. The beat and a few of the lines caught my attention, so I tracked down a video with the actual lyrics in it.

I listened to it again, and then one more time, and by then it hit me.

This is how you go big. It’s so out of your hands and random — not even close to being on your own schedule.

This video was uploaded on Jan 31, 2008, and I know nothing about the group. (They may not even be together anymore, but I plan to research them as soon as I finish this.)

But regardless of whether they are or aren’t, I just heard their song and felt compelled to share it, and thus I wrote a blog post and shared it.

And this act I’m in process of completing (my blog post) reminds me — and hopefully you — of the possibilities. Of the immense, uncontrollable chances.

I mean, think about it… Somebody right now may be finishing up your book or mine and working on a blog post as we speak, which could spark your career and begin a snowball that just blows you away. That blesses you and changes your life so hard that you start to think it can’t possibly be real.

But this can’t happen if you don’t finish your work. It might not happen if you’ve written one book or two, but never finish that third — that one that would just take off and explode beyond your wildest dreams.

So, keep the faith. Finish what your working on. Upload it or query it or let your friend read it. Polish and spiff up your blog or website, so that when someone does search your name after coming across your work, they’re impressed and game for singing your praises. Don’t let them think that one work is a fluke.

It’s these little things that could change your life. Or, you could never do them or half do them and wonder why you never caught your break.

Me? I’m going to research this group, and then I’m going to get back to taking my career to the next level.

Stan R. Mitchell

Oak Ridge, Tenn.

P.S. Please accept the greatest gift I can give, a book I believe to be worth $10,000.

P.P.S. Thanks to all who continue to make my novels a success. I seriously couldn’t have done it with everyone’s support. I’m excited to say that Little Man, and the Dixon County War  has gone as high as No. 16 on the Amazon UK Paid List (see here and here). My second novel, Sold Outhas also done well, also, going as high as No. 81 on the Amazon Paid List for the category of War (see here and here). Learn more about both books here.

Writers fear failure

Some insight into writers from one of the masters himself.

Joe Konrath wrote this in 2005, before he was really big, and the article reads with a level of honesty that seems pretty rare in our world of fake confidence and certainty.

Stan R. Mitchell

Oak Ridge, Tenn.

P.S. Thanks to all who continue to make my novel Little Man, and the Dixon County War a huge success! It’s gone as high as No. 28 on the Amazon UK Paid List, landing smack dab between two Louis L’Amour books. Learn more about it here.

Update on book progress

I spent more than six hours tonight formatting my book for the Kindle, and I’m still not close to being done. I may be halfway done. Maybe.

Meanwhile, Danah, who’s an awesome artist with a background in animation and design, moved and shifted all kinds of fonts, shapes, and graphics as she worked on the book cover.

She called me down to the basement about twenty minutes ago and the cover knocked me off my feet. Hopefully, we’ll be posting it soon, and get the book up for sale in the coming days.

But, we want to nail it, so I’m not going to put a hard deadline on when it will be posted.

Stan

P.S. You may have noticed the site is no longer called Stan Mitchell, but instead is now Stan R. Mitchell (though the actual address didn’t change). That’s because Danah showed me how much better Stan R. Mitchell looks on the cover. Plus, she argued there are too many Stan Mitchel’s out there, so we should be more specific. I agreed she was right, and loved how the cover looked with the “R,” so I’m now Stan R. Mitchell to my future millions of fans. (And still just Stan, the delusional dreamer and workaholic, to my friends. Though, given that I just finished working 18 days straight at my real job, and given that I haven’t hit the town in so long that I don’t remember where it is, there’s a good chance I don’t even have any friends anymore.)

P.P.S. We’ve also renamed the book. It’s no longer The tale of ‘Little Man’ Paul Zachary and the Dixon County War. It’s now just, Little Man, and the Dixon County War. Several reasons for this. First, fewer words means better looking cover. Second, if you click on the links of my favorite authors down on the right, and then check out their books, you’ll see the vast majority are two words. Thus, our title is primarily Little Man for this one.  Third, this will be the first of many Westerns with Little Man, so we’ve got to brand his name and this series.

P.P.P.S. My friends thought my facebook status was hilarious from Wednesday night. It was just after midnight, I was pretty much delirious after three super-long days and nights, and I was running on that half-starved, super-weak energy that somehow the Marine drill instructors manage to shove down your mouth — or up your ass, if necessary. So, when you’re this weak and tired, you’re often trained to basically keep talking shit and then step up to back it up. Marine enemies think we’re crazy, and they’re pretty much right. Enough talk. Here’s my post, written when I was so weak that I could hardly walk out of the office to my Jeep…

Facebook post: “I strongly suggest no one work as much as I worked the past 16 days straight. It was absurd, even by Marine standards. But, tonight, Danah and I wrapped up our special section (and our regular deadline) and can finally sleep in just a bit tomorrow. And Danah Akin Mitchell stayed with me nearly step for step, which given her lack of Marine training, and her lack of seven years of endurance build up for this kind of stupidity, pretty much makes her the bombdiggity — something I already knew. And probably means she’s tempted to look for another husband… I better go find something sweet for her.

“Couple of additional postscripts that I should have mentioned. One, I thank God we had no major tech issues or that I didn’t get massively sick or any number of other problems that could have occurred. Two, for all my dozens of girlfriends out there, who are always nearly suicidal when they go a couple weeks without seeing me, fear not. You know I’ve got weights in the office. I didn’t fall behind on my training regimen. Just my sleep.

“And a final fair warning, to all those writers on the gravy train at the top of the fiction world. Enjoy the ride while you can. You have never — believe me — never met anyone like me. You’ve never had a guy as short as me, with such small man’s syndrome, from an inner city school, with no connections, with such absurd drive, and such insane silly delusions, trying to hunt you down. Believe me. I’m coming for you, and you don’t stand a chance. So, go ahead and hit snooze tomorrow morning. Rest easy tonight. Your days are numbered. Soon, you’ll be praying God smite me with some plague, because otherwise, if I’m able to sit in a chair, or move my fingers, or even pronounce the words, then you’re in deep shit. Because I’m coming for you…”