I have replaced the Stinger Maguire cover in all venues with this one.
I think the old golf ball dimple cover is pretty cool, especially when holding the book.
It was not so attractive online, especially in thumbnails, but it stood out in a crowd.
The new one joins the 21st century color splash crowd, which I think, depending on genre, all look the same at first glance.
For those interested in subtleties, the old cover deals with page one. The new picture is a reference to the final page.
If no one else gets it, it's OK, I get it.
Along with the new cover I have fixed the few errors in the text that slipped through.
I recently gave away three signed copies of Stinger in a contest at Goodreads.com.
I was pleased that there were nearly 500 entrants and that over 200 folks added it to their "Want To Read" list.
You can still get a free bookmark. Just ask in an email and I'll send one.
The golf club I belong to is at Coyote Trails Golf Course in Cottonwood, AZ. It was known as Pine Shadows until the recent name change to distinguish it from a housing development of the same name. I have played there since it opened in 1996.
My experiences with the staff and members of the club go well beyond the game of golf. I appreciate the many friendships I have attained and the inspirations taken from them, not only in my writing, but in my life.
I have written about the abundant wildlife on the course. There has been a heron, about three feet tall, when it wants to be, visiting for several years. The bird (I do not know if it is the same one, but could be) has taken up residency at the course. Usually spotted near the pond at #8, it now is seen roaming all over the place. I saw it twice the other day. Once walking across the tee, only ten yards in front of him, after my friend hit a shot. Later, it ran across a fairway with a small rodent in its mouth.
I wonder if coyotes have seen the big bird, and if they can be friends for a while.
I killed one of my favorite characters. Well, he was quite sick in Willowtree and had a hard life with physical and mental deficiencies. Nobody killed the poor guy, his illness got him.
When Bruce visits him he says, "I know you. You're that undercover cop pretending to be a golfer."
He had to go. Bruce doesn't 'pretend' to play golf.
Seriously, Bob "Squeek" Grey is gone, but will surely be remembered in Book Three, if there is a #3.