Monthly Archives: May 2014

Are You Really a Writer?

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New authors sometimes question whether or not they are a writer…yet? They feel uncomfortable calling themselves that because they subconsciously think they are automatically putting themselves in the same league as a ‘James Patterson’. Or they feel they do not qualify, after just one book, to call themselves a writer. Some new authors believe until you are actually making a living writing and publishing that you cannot call yourself a writer.

That’s all hogwash. I believe the minute you make the decision to ‘write’ something and complete it, whether its a novel, short story or an article then you are a ‘writer’ and you should start calling yourself that. Its not based on your book sales or the fact you still have a ‘day job’. Call yourself a writer and tell others that you are a ‘writer’. Because that’s what you are and be very, very proud of that. You have accomplished something very few people have done. You have put yourself out there by putting your name to something that others will read and potentially critique.

I am working on my fourth novel and I have been calling myself a writer the moment I decided to write my very first book. It is what I am passionate about. I don’t call myself a golfer because I don’t golf. I don’t call myself a sailor because I have never sailed. I call myself a writer because I write almost every single day.

So I challenge all of you to stop denying what you really are and that is a writer! Speak it and you will believe it and you will become a better writer.

Book Two of the Superstars Trilogy, Vasallus: An Excerpt #1

A rare and tender moment for the troubled Ann Lockwood:

Peter pulled the Mercedes onto the tarmac, next to the Phenom jet. He quickly got out and opened her door, allowing Ann and Michael to slide out. As Michael climbed the steps into the plane, she took a minute to talk to Peter.
“Goodbye Ann, you and Michael be safe. I’m not sure what this is all about, but I have a bad feeling that you are in some sort of danger. I never should have allowed you to talk me out of accompanying you,” a worried look spread across his face.
She studied Peter’s face for a moment before answering. His face was ruggedly handsome, with short, black hair, laced with strings of gray, and a two inch, light-colored, thin scar running from his left ear towards the middle of his face. The two day stubble he always wore could not cover it up. He was an ex British Special Forces officer, recommended to her by her late friend, Detective Cookston. He was loyal, professional and in another lifetime, Ann could easily fall for the ex-soldier. She shook those thoughts from her mind as if they had no business being in her head in the first place.
“Thank you, Peter. There is nothing for you to be worried about, we will be fine. I will call you after the concert, when we are on our way to the airport, so you can meet us here. We will talk soon,” Ann reassured him with a smile and a slight squeeze of his forearm before she turned and headed up the stairs and into the plane.
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His eyes followed Ann until she was safely on the plane and the cabin door was pulled closed and latched. Only then did he turn back towards the car and then drove back home to the Lockwood estate in downtown London, just minutes away.
While he was driving the short distance home, he thought of Ann and how much he respected her. The woman had been through so much tragedy, a normal person would have crumbled many times over, but not her. She was one of the bravest and fearless women he had ever known. She handled the crushing media with class and patience, and the demands of Michael’s musical career like a seasoned pro. He wondered if she ever thought about the possibility of another relationship, if her heart could ever be open to romance again. What was he thinking anyway? He was just the hired gun, paid to keep her and Michael safe. He could be a chaperone, assistant or whatever she needed, he would get it done. She is a very special woman and he would protect her with his life.

Vasallus
Purchase Vasallus, the paperback, Book Two of the Superstars Trilogy here:
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How Important is an Editor to You, the Author.

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Would like to share a personal experience when it comes to deciding to use an editor for your book. Do you edit your own work, hire a professional editor with their price tag or a friend of a friend whose daughter is an English major in university. I have done all three and I’ll tell you what happened to me.

I am talking from a perspective of a novel bordering on 500 pages that was written by someone (me) that had little background in fiction writing. As inexperienced as I was when it came to writing I was equally inexperienced in navigating the rough seas of finding and determining whether an editor was good or was not. A friend at the time graciously volunteered her daughter, a university student to help me edit the book. It took me a few months to figure out a novel of this size needed a professional, it was just to much for the poor girl. I made the mistake of jumping on the first editor that I found who had impressive credentials. I never questioned those credentials or asked for referrals. Big mistake. Book one in the Superstars Trilogy, Evil Rises, was self published after the editor had completed his work. Books were sent out to hundreds of readers and professional reviewers. The reviews that were coming back were phenomenal. I was thrilled. The book review clubs loved it. Then I got my first negative review. The review did not critique the story itself, in fact the reviewer loved it but to my shock, attacked the grammar. That is the last thing I was worried about but it should have been the first. I went back to my ‘professional editor’ that I spent thousands of dollars in fees and asked for an explanation. To this editor’s credit, he reviewed his work and admitted that he made some mistakes and immediately reimbursed me a portion of my fees. Unfortunately that only covered ‘a portion’ of the fees I had to pay another editor to re-edit the book. It was an expensive lesson and caused undue delays in taking the book out of circulation while it was re-edited. Painful to say the least. The new editor I made sure I thoroughly checked her references and had her do a sample edit of my work to ensure it was quality.

She saved my life, her work is impeccable and now Evil Rises is now at a level I can be very proud of. Her work on Book two, Vasallus was exceptional and she is in the process of editing Book three, Songs for Survival. I am so excited to receive her final edits and get the conclusion to Superstars out their to all the readers who have been patiently waiting and hopefully all of the new readers who jump on the Trilogy.

The moral of the story is: If you’re serious about your work and want the very best you can do, hire an editor and don’t scrimp by automatically going with an editor because they’re the cheapest. Do your homework, don’t be afraid to ask for references and some sample work. I now have a long term relationship with my editor as I plan to write many more books and she will be the editor in every one of them.

Evil Rises

If you would like to purchase Book One, Evil Rises, here are the paperback and e-book links below:
Paperback:
http://www.amazon.com/Evil-Rises-Superstars-Trilogy-Volume/dp/1479225959/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1399999180&sr=8-1&keywords=errol+barr

E-Book:
Kindle
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00G5WC3DO

E-Book All Formats Smashwords:
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Book One of the Superstars Trilogy, Evil Rises: An Excerpt #13

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Seven year-old Brittany Campbell showing the early signs of a musical prodigy:

Brittany, in addition to her emerging beauty, had shown an incredible talent for playing musical instruments. Early on in Grade School, she was discovered all by herself in the school’s music room playing a flute which she had found in a case on the shelf. The music teacher, Tim Hallworth, was about to march Brittany down to the principal’s office for, first, being in the music room where she was not a student and second, for the unauthorized use of the school’s instruments, but then he heard her play. He leaned against the doorway and just listened. This little girl was playing the flute as if she owned it; the sound coming from it was beautiful. Upon seeing Mr. Hallworth standing there, Brittany quickly apologized and started to return the instrument to its case when the teacher called out: “Please, don’t stop! Keep going, that was beautiful, please.” he motioned for her to continue. Seven year old Brittany Campbell picked up the flute again and this time she played it. She pursed her lips and blew the right amount of air to make the instrument literally sing. A seasoned professional would have been jealous. Mr. Hallworth was dumbfounded that this young girl, who had never stepped into his class before that he knew of was so accomplished.

Evil Rises

If you would like to purchase Book One, Evil Rises, here are the paperback and e-book links below:
Paperback:
http://www.amazon.com/Evil-Rises-Superstars-Trilogy-Volume/dp/1479225959/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1399999180&sr=8-1&keywords=errol+barr

E-Book:
Kindle
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00G5WC3DO

E-Book All Formats Smashwords:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/169213

Book One of the Superstars Trilogy, Evil Rises: An Excerpt #12

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The brutal murder of Pastor Bryon Simmons:

Raising his hand, holding the cross high above his head, Byron was now just a few seconds away from reaching Lori and plunging his holy weapon into her belly, killing the Demon seed. He could glimpse movement out of the corner of his left eye. It was a security guard. He was raising a weapon and shouting. Bryon could not hear him because he too was shouting. Screaming at the medics to get out of his way, he shoved a doctor to the floor when he stepped in front of him to try to block his path to Lori. He must have seemed like a raving madman to these people, but he didn’t care, he just needed to stop them from delivering this baby. He knew he would likely have time for only one strike with his dagger into Lori, so he chose the middle of her stomach, where it swelled the highest and brought down the steel-pointed cross as hard as he could.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash coming from the hands of that security guard. Just before his hand was about to plunge into Lori’s belly, he felt a massive punch in the side of his neck that knocked him flying away from the stretcher and against the wall with such force, the steel cross flew from his hand. A split second later, he realized that it wasn’t a punch. The flash he’d seen was from the security guard’s gun. The blood spewing all over the front of him and onto the floor was from the gaping hole in his neck. He could see, but did not feel, all of the pairs of rubber-gloved hands that were pressing against the side of his neck, hands of the doctors bending over him with terrified looks on their faces.
As the life began to ebb from him, darkness filling his eyes, the remaining specks of light slipping away, Pastor Bryon Simmons of the Beacon Hill Baptist Church in Cheyenne, Wyoming died with the knowledge that the last thing he saw was the fiery red eyes and the mocking grin of the security guard.

Evil Rises

If you would like to purchase Book One, Evil Rises, here are the paperback and e-book links below:
Paperback:
http://www.amazon.com/Evil-Rises-Superstars-Trilogy-Volume/dp/1479225959/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1399999180&sr=8-1&keywords=errol+barr

E-Book:
Kindle
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00G5WC3DO

E-Book All Formats Smashwords:
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Book One of the Superstars Trilogy, Evil Rises: An Excerpt #11

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The birth of Elizabeth:

Nurses, doctors and more security officers began to file in, when a sound began to fill the room. The sound literally stopped everyone in their tracks, grabbing their attention amidst the carnage. Everyone then turned towards the baby, almost forgotten in all the craziness and violence that had taken over the room. The baby was not crying, nor was it thrashing about, but it was singing. The baby, only minutes old, was lying on the table on her side looking at everyone with bright and attentive eyes and was singing with a sound which could only be described as angelic. It was so beautiful, so unexpected, that everyone had forgotten about the events that, just moments earlier, had terrified them so much and stood transfixed at this newborn baby issuing a sound that filled the room with a beautiful melody that an orchestra could never hope to approach. Then a nurse broke the trance with the words: “This is a miracle child! A messenger from God! Listen to this baby. Have you ever heard anything like this in your life?”
Then another nurse called out as she approached the baby: “Look at the baby’s birthmark! Look, everyone!”
As they were all drawn in closer to the baby to catch a glimpse of the birthmark, the mother of this miracle baby had been shot dead just a few feet away, a nurse was dead with her neck torn open just another few feet away, the smell of gunfire still permeated the room. Dr. Berthiume and the others all saw the birthmark. It was a very unusual birthmark indeed, but it seemed appropriate. Three musical notes, almost like a tattoo, just inside her right thigh.

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As the beautiful singing continued from the baby, even as the nurses began to wrap it in a warm towel, Dr. Berthiume then noticed that strange doctor who had threatened him earlier. He was standing in the room with everyone else, but he stood just behind them all, alone but staring. He was staring at him with eyes that burned a deep bright red. Glancing back at the baby as the nurses carried it from the room and then back at the strange doctor, a very frightening and bizarre thought came to Dr. Berthiume’s mind: “Maybe those musical notes on the miracle baby are not that at all. Maybe they are backwards sixes. The mark of the beast!”

Evil Rises

If you would like to purchase Book One, Evil Rises, here are the paperback and e-book links below:
Paperback:
http://www.amazon.com/Evil-Rises-Superstars-Trilogy-Volume/dp/1479225959/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1399999180&sr=8-1&keywords=errol+barr

E-Book:
Kindle
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00G5WC3DO

E-Book All Formats Smashwords:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/169213