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No, You Won’t Be Suing Anybody

Monday, October 19, 2015
By Phil Elmore

Writers all hate each other. We’re all jealous of one another’s success and we’re all quietly convinced that another man’s paycheck comes at our expense. For most writers, there’s nothing more painful than hearing that someone like John Scalzi just signed a six-figure deal, because Scalzi’s also the sort of person who spends his... »

Your “Bestseller” Won’t Make You Rich

Friday, October 16, 2015
By Phil Elmore
Your “Bestseller” Won’t Make You Rich

A couple of years ago, Patrick Wensink, writing for Salon, admitted that his Amazon bestseller, Broken Piano for President, made him nothing. It didn’t make him rich. It didn’t even make him a comfortable sum in terms of a year’s income. It amounted to... »

What It’s Like to be a Working Writer

Tuesday, October 6, 2015
By Phil Elmore
What It’s Like to be a Working Writer

I got a message from a friend and fellow author today who was curious to know how I felt about the subject of ghostwriting. I have performed extensive ghostwriting over the course of my career. Not only have I written as Don Pendleton for... »


Ten Things Doctors Won’t Tell You About Your CPAP Machine

Tuesday, September 29, 2015
By Phil Elmore
Ten Things Doctors Won’t Tell You About Your CPAP Machine

Millions of Americans suffer from sleep apnea. Your options, when you’re slowly dying in your sleep, are few. You can ignore the problem and continue dying; you can undergo... »

DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 27: “Try Your Luck”

Friday, July 3, 2015
By Phil Elmore
DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 27: “Try Your Luck”

Colored lights and half a dozen melodies fought for Moxley’s attention. He stepped through the air curtain at the Surfside half expecting someone to notice. The casino was a... »

DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 26: “Aloysius Tann”

Friday, June 26, 2015
By Phil Elmore
DETECTIVE MOXLEY, Part 26: “Aloysius Tann”

Moxley smelled blood. The door was open and that was bad. Lobby kept his place locked down at all times. Drawing his gun, Mox crept inside. The lights were... »