A Necessary Delay

Hello. As you partially know, our family has been under a lot this last year especially concerning the last few weeks with our foster son being in the ICU. His condition is stable and he’s waking up.

Tomorrow was supposed to be our big release date for Endever’s first book, These Great Affects. But with all the unexpected delays on the home front, I am forced to delay the book’s release.

As a business owner, I refuse to rush any of our products. That would be a disservice to you as our readers and to those who embody the company, since we want to put out squeaky-clean products, and books that we will be proud of ten, twenty years down the road.

Because by then, no one will remember the book was delayed.

In other news, Endever’s “second” book, A Deathly Compromise, Coral Rivera, is still on schedule to be released on October 27th, just in time for Halloween. This is the story about Dee, a sexy, sassy, music-loving embodiment of Death who roams the halls of a Portland hospital, waiting to spirit away the souls of the dead.


This book is the first in a series that I am extremely excited about, and as a publisher and reader, I cannot be more proud of this book and the author, and I am excited to reveal it to the world. No matter what your fiction preference is, you will not want to miss this one.

Thank you for your understanding and continued support.


What Nobody Tells You About Book Releases

This was written by Endever’s co-owner, Lynn Galloway as we are now just one week away from our first book release.


It’s just like planning a wedding. A grand affair in which you invite, all of your friends, family, weird third cousins twice removed, and the cat lady that only gives you the evil eye through her curtains as you drive past her house. Oh, and the tween that bags your groceries.

First, the proposal happens in which you agree to make this life-long commitment and you could not be more ecstatic…until decisions in regards to the event, the needs, and finances comes into play. Things get a little sticky and less glamorous, but they need to happen in order to move forward and compromises are made.

Alright, so a date has been set!! You rejoice over the fact of having a day to look forward to, a day to share with others and have them “mark their calendar” to make sure they don’t miss it.

But now you have a deadline in which to get everything done. No big deal right? You’ve got 6, 8, 12 months to plan this momentous occasion. That’s plenty of time.


A few months in, you find your designer and the beauty that will dress your book is more than your dreams could ever create. It is beautiful, eye-catching, and leaves you speechless. Sigh. It is a feeling of completeness that you want to share with the world in that moment, but you know you have to wait. This is not something to be revealed right away. But you talk about it, you brag about it, and leave others anticipating the reveal of your book cover. That’s one of the things everyone looks forward to.

The clock is ticking and you have the majority of your larger items finished, or at least started the process of getting near completion. You are feeling great, like you have everything handled until your soon-to-be mother-in-law calls and asks if you’ve decided on center pieces, invitation designs, wedding party gifts, seating chart, party favors, menus items, time frames, order of the ceremony, the rehearsal dinner, transportation, hotel blocks for out of town guests, and the list goes on and on.

The moment of freaking out happens when you realize that planning a wedding is way more complicated than even Steve Martin made it out to be and you now have a jumble of tiny things to think about, work on, and finish before your approaching day!

How do people survive to their wedding with all of this pressure and a seemingly endless list of things to accomplish?


The answer is simple:

Because it will get done somehow, someway, and when your day arrives, it will be the best day of your life.

With a gigantic release of the breath you’ve been holding for the last several months, you see how everything has come together to create a glamorous and freeing event. The moment that all of your hard work has been aiming for.

Your wedding guests may never know the turmoil you went through to get to and have your perfect day, but they see it in all its glory, smiles on their faces with pure happiness for you. But no one has a more beaming smile than you and your joy radiates for all to see. You’ve made it and it is officially a dream come true.

Just One Week!

That’s right, after dozens of rewrites, hundreds of revisions, and lost sleep over stray commas, it’s finally here.

My YA novel, These Great Affects, comes out one week from today. It’s the story of a girl who meets a guy and falls in love with him . . . after he dies. Early reviews have been positive (I’ll post them on Facebook), so I hope it remains that way with all of you.

It’s a big day for Endever, being our first book release. I fully hope that you all will come around to buy it on Amazon. I want to throw out there too, that it opens up with a short story by the talented Ryan Morris, marking his publishing debut.

And that’s not all. One week after that, on October 27, we’ll be releasing our second novel, A Deathly Compromise, by Coral Rivera. It’s the story of Dee, an angel of death who solicits a Portland hospital for patients who are ready to leave this world. You’re seriously going to be in for a treat with this one!

Read below for an excerpt from These Great Affects. 


Another long un-awkward silence drifts by and Trill asks, “What are you thinking?”

“What?” Adelle asks. She swallows hard. She doesn’t know how to answer. Here sits the great and immortal Trill Vikus—in her room—and he wants to catch a glimpse of what’s going on inside her head.

But what is there to tell? What is she thinking? She’s given up trying to figure out why he’s still here, and at the moment she’s thinking a hundred different things, and yet nothing all at once. It’s like her thoughts are a carousel spinning wildly out of control—they’re a blur and she can’t stop the spinning to articulate just one thought. Adelle tells him the only thing she can think to say. “I don’t know.”

“Come on,” says Trill. “Try me. Give me a good Affect.”

She’s thinking about how hard it was letting go of him and she’s both angry and happy that he’s back in her life. But she wonders for how long. It’s a question she hates to ask because it suggests the end of something good. The end of the one good thing in her life.

“I’m thinking about last goodbyes,” Adelle finally says.

It’s such a weird thought that she expects Trill to scoff. But instead he says, “Which kinds? Like ‘see you later’s’ or permanent goodbyes?”

“Like deathbed goodbyes,” she says. “Hospice kind of goodbyes. The ones you know are the last ones.”

“Right. Or if you’re in a cult and you’re all about to kill yourselves,” Trill suggests.

“That’s morbid,” she says, suppressing a smile at his weirdness. “Or what about if you’re an astronaut and you’re losing oxygen and you’ve got only ten minutes to talk to your family via video transmission.”

Trill guffaws and says, “Did you really just use the word ‘via’?”

Adelle laughs along with him, realizing that “via” is a word much better read than said. It’s the sort of laugh that is generally reserved between close friends.

When they begin to calm their laughter a little, Trill asks, “Say you’re that astronaut losing oxygen and you’re talking to your family via video transmission. These would be like, not only the last words you’d say to your family, but the last words you’d say ever. In other words, you’re not extracting your own Affect but you’re leaving one behind for someone else. What would you say?”

“I don’t know,” Adelle admits solemnly, trying to take the question as seriously as he asked it.

“No, really. This is your greatest Affect you’ll be leaving for your family. These words are the epitome of your very existence. These are the words you will be remembered for saying long after you’re gone. These words will be read on major blogs all across the world and plaster the cover of every magazine from Health and Beauty to Playboy.”

“Okay,” Adelle says, sitting up from her bed now, accepting the challenge. “I’m about to die. My greatest Affect. I guess I’d say, ‘Mom, Dad . . . ’”

“No, no,” Trill interrupts, shaking his head. “Pretend it’s your kids and your husband. It’s more dramatic that way.”

Playing along, Adelle clears her throat and says, “My kids and my husband. Okay. ‘Timmy . . . Verdell . . . Mr. Hitchens,’” Trill loses it completely and it takes all of Adelle’s nonexistent stage talent to keep a straight face. Somehow she’s able to, and she continues, “‘I’m about to die now. But even though you won’t have a mommy anymore, just remember . . . I will always love you.'”

“Seriously?” asks Trill. “That’s what you’d spend your last ten minutes saying to your family? I mean, you’ve got ten whole minutes! Are you just going to stare at each other the rest of the time?”

“What’s wrong with that?” Adelle says, “Everyone says that before they die.”

“Exactly! Why do you want to sound like everyone else? Your kids are going to grow up wondering if those were their mommy’s last words or Bruce Willis’. The point is, say something that they’ll remember—something that comes from you and only you. Try again.”

Feeling motivated, Adelle sits up straighter, takes a deep breath, and says, “Kids . . . Husband . . . I love you. Very much?” she adds.

Trill shakes his head and puts his hands together in a slow-motion applause with a full two seconds between claps. “Beautiful. Just. Beautiful. That’ll be engrained on my heart forever . . . very much.”

“Shut up,” Adelle says, throwing a pillow at him. If she could shove him, she would. “What sort of wise and heart-wrenching prose would you share?”

“Well,” says Trill, sitting up now too, “seeing that I’m not likely to get married or have kids, and you’re the closest to a wife I had, I’ll just say it to you.”

The rising sun is striving to peek through the white curtains and illuminates his face, which is the most serious she’s ever seen him. Trill clears his throat. “Adelle Hitchens. Though I may have only minutes to live, I want you to know that every move you make, every breath you take, I will always be with you.”

Adelle realizes she has been holding her breath in case he says something that will threaten to take it away. When it’s clear he isn’t going to continue, she raises her eyebrows and leans forward. “That’s it?” she asks. “Mine was better than that, and a lot less creepy.”

“I didn’t say I had anything better,” says Trill, spreading his hands. “That kind of thing takes a lifetime to come up with.”

“I mean, ‘I will always be with you’?” she says in mock offense. “How cliché. And besides, what does that even mean? Like, I can’t do anything in private? Ever? Because you’ll always be with me?”

“You’ll just have to go your whole life wondering,” says Trill, with a sexy sly smile playing at his lips.

“That’s like saying, ‘When a breeze blows across your face, that’s my breath on your cheek.’ That’s so gross. And creepy!”

“Or what about, ‘When the grass tickles your bare feet, those are my fingers reaching up at you.’”

Adelle snorts and adds, “Or how about, ‘When you’re in the shower and the water is running down your body, that’s—’” she can’t finish because both she and Trill give into another fit of laughter.

“So we’re agreed then,” Trill manages through breaths, “that when we say our last goodbye, we won’t be A) cliché or B) creepy and disgusting.”

“Deal,” Adelle says, wiping the tears from her eyes. “I’m glad we’ve got that covered, otherwise we would have been severely disappointed with one another.”

It’s an odd conversation to have with someone who didn’t get their last goodbye in, but as they sit there laughing with each other, it’s easy to forget that Trill Vikus already did have his last words on this earth.

Release Dates and Cover Reveals Soon!


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We’ve been busy at Endever Publishing Studios, and I’m proud to announce that we have not one, but two books that will be released before Halloween. We’re working out the release date details, and the covers for these two books are coming along swimmingly!

The first book is written by yours truly. It’s a young adult novel about a girl who falls in love with a boy…after he dies. These Great Affects is a heartbreaking story about love cut short and how one brave adolescent overcomes her pain.

The next book is written by Coral Rivera. Her debut novel, A Deathly Compromise, is about a sassy, music-loving Angel of Death who frequents a hospital in Oregon, just waiting to guide the next victims into the after life…

I can’t give the release dates yet, but I can assure you these two books will be out just in time for Halloween.

Can’t wait to share more with you as we have lots of fun promo opportunities planned leading up to the releases! I’d also suggest following Endever on Twitter to be kept most up-to-date! (@EndeverPubStuds)

Which book are you looking forward to the most? #TheseGreatAffects or #ADeathlyCompromise ?


Ever Thought About Quitting This Way?

Pardon my absence lately.

I’ve been super sick for almost a week and until today, just the thought of opening my laptop made me even more nauseous. So I’ve been doing lots of Olympic-watching, sleeping, The Walking Dead, sleeping, a Lethal Weapon marathon, sleeping, and I just started Breaking Bad (I’m one episode in and it’s kind of weird, but I’m intrigued). 

My wife deserves the gold medal for taking care of me and the also-sick kids. Or whatever is better than gold (green and wrinkly maybe?).

Anyway, I’ve been thinking.

Writers often feel like they’re alone in the struggle to conceive and develop a good story. But being at home for practically the last 144 consecutive hours, I’ve stared a lot at our personal library. And I was thinking that behind each book is an author who probably felt they were alone in the struggle.


Each one probably wanted to give up, to call it quits, to throw their hands in the air and yell, “What’s the point?”

Hell, just a quick glance through your Netflix library, and you can come to the same conclusion. Behind each movie or TV show there’s a writer or staff of writers facing the same struggle.

That’s a lot of movies. A lot of books. A lot of plays. A lot of writers.

So maybe quitting isn’t as common and “normal” as we think. Maybe quitting is actually the weird thing to do. Perhaps quitting actually makes us losers in a world of winners.

A Little About “The Underneath”


Endever Studios just released the third installment of the serial novel, “The Underneath.”

Take a moment to meet the characters who suddenly find themselves in an increasingly changing world.

All over the globe there is a disturbing siren that blasts through the air. It lasts for half an hour and ends with an earth-jolting shake, felt by everyone, everywhere. Suddenly the sun does not shine in places where the skies are clear, rain doesn’t fall from impregnated rain clouds. The wind ceases to blow, the temperature drops drastically.

Kyle Logan is newly divorced and trying to adjust to the single life. He loses his suit and tie, moves out of town, and buys a ranch house. A new start. But it’s difficult to start over when his ex-wife Stacey drops by for a visit. Some ghosts are hard to run from.

Dr. Edwin Remy: A young, accomplished professor who recently lost his tenure due to his escalating schizophrenic condition. In his hallucinations, he sees Ollie, his former research partner, who taunts him about his knowledge, his (possible) past history with this otherworldly encounter, and makes Edwin question everything he knows, including himself.

Cameron Agee acts as a surrogate father to his sixteen-year-old sister leaving him no time to party or live the normal life of a high school senior. When all hell breaks lose, he is unable to find her in the school mob as the students make a rush for their homes.

Desi Moreno: A teenage, Hispanic boy – neighbor to Edwin Remy – who helps takes care of his mother and sister. He is a talented painter, often skipping school to sell his pieces to support his family. Once the encounter occurs, he starts receiving visions (often harmful to himself) while he paints that foresee upcoming events. These visions, in turn, threaten to expose the person he has been hiding within himself for years.
“The Underneath” is a serial novel of suspense and mystery of epic proportions. Enjoy the third installment here!

Addressing My Own Stubbornness

Great conversation and comments on yesterday’s post! Thank you for all who contributed. I’ve read through most of your reasons for being stubborn by not walking away from the written word and indulging fully in the technology age, and I’ve got to say, many of you are much deeper and intellectually-minded than I am.

I thought through my own reasons for not being willing to put down my books, and here’s what I came up with:

  1. I am a control freak. My poor family has to deal with this on a regular basis. I know I’m not trying hard enough to break the habit, but I’m trying to try hard enough. Anyway, when I’m reading a book I get to control the pace of the story. Rent a movie and you’re slapped with the 142 min. run time. No more, no less, unless of course you skip the credits (GASP!). If I want a scene to unfold slowly, then I can choose to take my time processing the information before me. If a scene is boring, I can read fast. If a scene is suspenseful . . . (A huge shout-out to Sarah Angleton from The Practical Historian for nailing this one)
  2. THE SUSPENSE! I am absolutely obsessed with being in suspense. It’s like a weird non-sexual dominatrix thing I’ve got going on. Everyone loves a good cliffhanger, and that’s the exact reason I love books more than movies and TV shows:


In movies, the suspense is revealed according to the director’s timing. You can’t hold out a little longer if he/she decides to reveal the outcome of a suspenseful situation.

TV shows are just too painful. They leave you with a cliffhanger and then you’re stuck scratching an irritating itch for a whole week or even several months. (This is why I love discovering shows really late because then I can Netflix them. Then the problem becomes not knowing when to stop. I’ve got to reach the next cliffhanger, I’ve got to know what happens, I’ve got to reach the next cliffhanger, what happens, cliffhanger, answers! It’s an endless cycle.)

So those are my two reasons why I refuse to let go of my books. I’m a suspense junkie. Speaking of suspense, you should check out the serial novel, “The Underneath” that my publishing company’s authors are writing.

Thanks for contributing to the conversation and may your weekend be filled with words, intimacy with your characters, and suspense!