Book Spotlight: Sundays with TJ by Janis F Kearney @Kearney99496735

Book Excerpt

Born to Wander

Trains and rivers spelled joy and adventure for young TJ Kearney; they defined much of his childhood and, later, the young man’s journey through life. More than anything else, the Mississippi River was a place of endless joy and discoveries for the slight child with endless questions about life, and sensitivities that sometimes spooked those around him.

TJ was a child deeply touched by the world around him, and by the people inside his family circle. TC and Cynthia Kearney’s fourth child was born June 25, 1906. From childhood on; the one person he revered most in the world, was his father. TJ perceived Thomas Clayton Kearney as near perfect. There is little question that he loved his mother as well; but he dreamed of growing up to be just like the man he called “Papa.”

His world – Chicot County – held great enjoyment and awe for young TJ, in spite of his parents’ poverty, constant moves…and later, the tragedies that would touch their lives. Without the opportunity to forge lasting friendships, his brothers played an especially important role in his life. Harry would be his alter ego and closest confidante. The two boys experienced most of life sitting or standing or walking side by side.

TJ had called many addresses “home” before the pivotal age of 11. And, though as a child he was not privy to the reasoning for his parents’ continuous moves, in adulthood, he would understand—the moves represented the harsh reality of being black in the south, and who his father was – a proud man who worked hard, but refused to work for men who treated him as anything less. In many ways, TJ would, indeed, grow up to be like his beloved Papa.

TJ was born on Macon Lake Road, just a few miles north of Lake Village. He was still a toddler when his parents moved from Macon Lake to Beth River. That would be the first of many moves during his young life. Throughout his life, TJ would be forever drawn by the allure of the river and the exotic river life.

Young TJ’s reverence for the Mississippi River was deep, and grew deeper as he got older. At 11 years old, after his father’s death, the first job TJ took would be on a steam ship that he’d often seen docked on the Mississippi river. He was already finding his way in the world.

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Sundays with TJ: 100 Years of Memories on Varner Road is available through our bookstore.

About the Author

Janis F Kearney, author, memoirist and oral historian is one of 19 children born to Arkansas Delta sharecroppers and cotton farmers. She graduated from the University of Arkansas at Fayetteville with a B.A. in Journalism. She worked for Civil Rights legend Daisy Gatson Bates as Managing Editor of the Arkansas State Press Newspaper before purchasing the newspaper in 1988, and becoming Publisher/Owner of the award-winning publication. She served eight years in the Clinton Administration, serving in the roles of White House Media Specialist; Communications Director –U.S. Small Business Administration, and Personal Diarist to President William Jefferson Clinton. Kearney founded Writing our World Publishing (WOW! Press) in 2001. She has published seven books, including the critically acclaimed Cotton Field of Dreams, Something to Write Home About: Memories of a Presidential Diarist, and Daisy: Between a Rock and a Hard Place. Her latest book is Sundays with TJ: 100 Years of Memories on Varner Road, which chronicles the life of her 107-year old father whose journey included years of traveling the country as a vagabond and train hopper, before settling in Lincoln County, Arkansas to raise his children in spite of dire poverty and racial obstacles of the times.

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Book Spotlight: Shadow of Sin by @ParkerKincade

Book Excerpt

“Samantha. Look at me.” When she didn’t move, he crouched in front of her. He tilted her chin until she looked at him. “I don’t dislike you. I need you to know that.”
She offered him a sad smile. “The gesture is appreciated, Caleb. Thank you.” She pulled her face away.
Refusing to let her retreat, he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and cupped her face. Soft, warm skin greeted his palm. He brushed his thumb across her cheek, amazed by its smoothness. “It’s the truth.

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean —”
She put a finger to his lips and he barely resisted the urge to open his mouth and taste her.
“Yes, you did. And it’s okay. We may not get along, but at least you’ve never lied to me. Please don’t start now. I’m a big girl, Caleb. I can take it. And I owe you an apology. I’m sorry for not considering your feelings where Amanda is concerned.”
Her touch rocked him. Revamped his desire to have her wet and screaming his name. “I’m sorry for all that.” He offered her what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “I’m so used to you calling me horseman now, I’m afraid I’d never answer to anything else from your lips.” Those sweet, succulent lips. “What is it about you that makes me so crazy?” he murmured.
She chuckled. “I’m too tired to fight anymore, Caleb. The best course of action would be to find the evidence I need to bury Matteo. Then we can move on.”
The mention of her stalker snapped his brain back to attention. He had a job to do. Eliminate the threat and protect Samantha.
Best he remember that.
Distractions led to mistakes. He couldn’t afford any more mistakes.
He forced his voice level, undemanding. “It’d be a lot easier if you’d let us help. Let me help. Trust me to take care of this for you.”
Asking for her trust was a long shot. In truth, he probably didn’t deserve it. But, he had to try. Needed to try. He would protect her.
“Trust you?” She seemed to consider his words. After a moment, she surprised him by nodding. “I can’t promise miracles, but I’ll do my best to follow your lead … until this is over.”
Caleb resisted the insane urge to pump his fist in the air. “So, we have a deal then?”
She caressed her fingers over his jaw. He leaned into her gentle touch, feeling it all the way to his bones.
“Oh, now you’re willing to make deals?” She looked him dead in the eye. “All right then, but once Matteo is caught and the threat against me is gone? You’ll go on with your life and I’ll go on with mine, and hopefully, we can stay out of each other’s way. That’s the deal.”
She dropped her hand to her lap.
“After this, Caleb, we’re done.”

The Buzz

Night Owl Reviews TOP PICK, 4.5 Stars: “This story pushed all my happy buttons and found a few I didn’t know about in the process.”

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The BookChick, 4.5 Stars: “I loved this story … Caleb was the type of alpha male hero that lands him on my book boyfriend list.”

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“Shadow of Sin is a sexy, suspenseful read. I’ll read anything Parker Kincade writes.” -Monette Michaels, author of the Security Specialists International series.
How To Purchase

Shadow of Sin, Book 2 in the Martin Family series is available through our bookstore.

 About The Author

Parker Kincade

National Bestselling Author, Parker Kincade, writes edge-of-your-seat-sexy romantic suspense, hot and steamy sports romance, and erotic western romance. Her first novel, One Night Stand, won the 2013 Reader’s Crown Award for Best First Book, the category of Best Erotic Romance in the Celtic Hearts Romance Writers Golden Claddagh contest, and was named finalist in the Romance Writers of America/Passionate Ink Stroke of Midnight contest.

Parker lives in the southern United States. She loves to read, play golf, spend time with her family and friends, snuggle with her beloved boxer, ice cream from the ice cream truck, and watching old musicals.

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Book Spotlight: Washed In The Water: Tales From The South by @NancyHartney

Excerpt from The Day the Snake Got Killed
The tiny green body writhed, exposing a pale white-yellow belly. Twisting over and over, dark eyes unblinking, it flashed a forked tongue and thrashed, helpless. The three children gawked.
Elvoy, oldest at age fifteen, had located the snake under umbrella-shaped squash leaves, snapped it out by its tail, whacked it with a stick, and flung the small form toward Billman.
The child let loose with a single high screech, whirled around, stumped his toe on a stob, and sprawled face down. Still screaming, he scrambled out of the garden on all fours. At the edge of the yard, he realized the snake had landed among green beans. Standing up, he snuffed, rubbed his skint knee, and attempted to recover his seven-year-old male dignity.
Dissolving in guffaws, Elvoy bent over and clutched his stomach. A slender, bony fellow, he sprang from a clan of white trash who survived near a palmetto hammock. His people hunted and trapped without regard to any law. They caught live rattlers and gators and sold them to gas stations and tourist courts as roadside attractions. Travelers on their way to Miami or Fort Lauderdale liked to stop, lean over snake pits or crocodile ponds, and throw empty Coke bottles, rocks, and other debris at the hapless reptiles in an attempt to incite some action.
“Chop his head off! Use this here grubber.” Elvoy taunted both younger children. He grabbed a hoe propped on the fence and shoved it on Sissy. “Do it. Chop his head off. It ain’t nuthin’ but a snake.”
“It’s harmless.” Sissy shook her head and backed away.
“No, it ain’t. Make you sicker than a dog if it bites.”
They watched the garden snake struggle. Billman, on the edge of the drama, wiped his nose and inched back cautious-like toward them.
“Do it. Do like I tell you.” Elvoy’s eyes narrowed. He sneered at Sissy. “You chicken. You yellow pussy chicken.”
“No. I’m not going to. You’re chicken. Besides, it’s harmless,” she said.
The tall boy pushed Sissy sideways. She stumbled, fell and scraped her hands in coarse sand. She glared at the dirty, overalls-clad figure standing over her.
He stared down and thumped a stick in his callused palm. She wiped her nose, scrambled up, grabbed the hoe, and shoved it back at him.
“Do it your own self.”
“You do it.” He stood splay-legged before her. “I double dog dare you to do it Miss-teacher’s-pet too-goody-pants,” he snarled, stained teeth practically snapping. “Do it or I’m gonna whack ya ‘side yer head.” He stepped toward her, stick raised.

The Buzz

“. . . compelling, wide-ranging stories. Hartney brings to mind both Caldwell and Allison, but her voice at last is her own. ‘Last Love’ is both gritty and warm, and ‘The Fig Trees’ is deftly nuanced.”
~ Robert Cochran, Center for Arkansas and Regional Studies, University of Arkansas

“This brief collection of stories deals with such diverse experiences as a river baptism and coon hunting while it embraces emotions of love, jealousy, and altruism. The seven southern tales contain some real gems.”
~ Pat Carr, author of One Page at a Time and The Radiance of Fossils

“No better voice of the south can be found than Nancy Hartney, with her touching stories of life looked at in a most extraordinary way. Hartney writes about people we can love or despise, but most of all sympathize with and enjoy.”
~ WILLA Award-winning author Velda Brotherton

 

How To Purchase

Washed In The Water: Tales From The South can be purchased through our bookstore.

 

About The Author

nancy hartneyI write about the Deep South. My roots dig into the piney woods that I rode through on horseback and into the sweat-soaked hardscrabble farms. My slice of life tales chronicle a time past that is poignant, vivid and sometimes brutal. My readers stare into the eyes of people struggling with living, grasping for understanding, doing the best they know how.
My debut collection of short stories, Washed in the Water: Tales from the South, reflects a region historically peopled by eccentric characters and less-than-honest politics. But therein also dwell independent, caring and resourceful individuals.
I write non-fiction for Ozark Mountaineer, Flashback Historical Quarterly, Horsemen’s Roundup, and American Iron. My short stories have appeared in Voices, Cactus Country, Frontier Tales, Rough Country, and Echoes of the Ozarks. I live in Fayetteville, Arkansas.

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Book Spotlight: Images In Scarlet by @VeldaBrotherton

Book Excerpt

All morning he rode far out ahead of her on the trail, but always in sight. Without consulting her, he found a suitable nooning spot, and she came upon him leaning against a tree. She wanted to ride on, not even look his way, yet she reined in the team and gratefully climbed down, as if he had cast some kind of spell on her. He grinned, but said nothing, just fetched wood and water and built a fire.
Going about her own chores, Allie couldn’t help but glance his way. In spite of the limp he accomplished a lot with little effort. He was so pitifully thin that she pulled out all the stops preparing their noon meal, trying to ignore the familiar lecture running through her head.
Just like a woman to take pleasure in waiting on a man. And what had she just told herself? That she wanted nothing to do with him, that he could be on his way. But what did she do but open one of her precious jars of canned peaches brought from home. After that morning’s work with the wagon wheel, he deserved a meal that would stick to his bones.
“Go ahead, Allie,” she muttered to herself even as she did so. “Pick up a stray and see where it gets you.”
To add to the disgust she felt, she mixed up biscuits, nested them in the Dutch oven, and piled hot coals over its cast-iron top. Then she peeled the last of the potatoes salvaged from her cellar and sliced them into sizzling grease. While that cooked she cut several thick chunks off a cured, smoked ham and spread them on top of the potatoes to heat. She decided she ought to be proud of her own foolishness, and wondered where Jake had gotten to.
He had been down at the creek for a long time, and she began to wonder if he might have fallen in when she heard him coming back, whistling “When Johnny Comes Marching Home.” A Union song. She and her family had been caught up between the two sides in the war, and merely surviving had curtailed any sympathy she might have felt for either the Yankees or Johnny Reb. She had watched bushwhackers murder her mother and sister. They’d worn no uniforms at all, yet that evil war had birthed them.
The song cut off midway, and she glanced up to see him sniffing the air. ‘Tell me I’m not dreaming. Is that ham and biscuits I smell?”
“You’d better like it, too.”
He ignored her grumpy mood. “Oh, I’ll like it. This is kind of you. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.” He squatted awkwardly beside the fire and gazed into the skillet of potatoes and meat.
“There’s some coffee left over from breakfast. Want some red-eye gravy?” The look on his face when she asked the question was all the answer she needed. It was difficult to stay annoyed at someone so easy to please.

The Buzz

For those of us who love western historical romances, Velda Brotherton’s Images in Scarlet is a book that proves difficult to put down and has you longing to get back to it. Brotherton skillfully weaves in historical characters, such as Jesse James and Clay Allison, and settings, particularly along the Santa Fe Trail, that give the book a strong sense of time and place. Allie’s work as a photographer is so clearly described that you feel you might be able to develop a photographic plate right along with her. And while at times I felt like wringing Jake’s neck or giving Allie a good kick up the butt as they go through the permutations of their on-again/off-again relationship, it is only because they are such engaging characters. The feisty heroine and the caring, patient hero are totally endearing, flaws and all. But it was the final surprises and twists in the plot that truly make this a five star read. ~5-Star Review, Andrea D., Goodreads

I absolutely loved the story. I could barely put it down. I finished it over a two day period of reading. In my opinion, the story is a good western with plenty of action and romance. The cover doesn’t give much hint as to what the story is about. The author, known for researching historical facts for her stories, does an outstanding job of making the reader feel like you are there in the middle of each scene. I loved the attention to details of what it was like to travel west as part of a caravan.

I gave it five stars because it is such a compelling story with characters the reader can’t help but have sympathy for. Danger lurks around every bend in the trail as they head west. I wanted to find out what happened in Jake’s past that causes him to have blackouts. I had to keep reading to see how Allie and Jake would handle the next bit of trouble, and whether or not they would be able to stay together. I can’t remember the last time I pulled so hard for two fictional characters to make things work out so they could be together. I also liked Defoe and the outlaw Clay Allison who helped find Jake after he took off on his own. All three were strong tough men. Don’t let the book cover fool you. This story is for all readers with lots of suspense for the men and plenty of romance for the women. It is one of the best blends of both, I’ve read in a while.

As I approached the ending, I began to fear the worst for Jake’s outcome. I kept telling myself the author better not let them kill Jake. I really liked the ending. This story has the kind of characters a reader continues to think about for a long time after finishing the novel. I will be reading more books by this author, for sure. ~5-Star Review, J M Davis, Goodreads

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Images In Scarlet can be purchased through our bookstore.

About The Author

Velda BrothertonSince 1987 I’ve lived other people’s lives more than my own. Sometimes I’m not sure if I’m one of the characters in my books or myself. As myself I live and work in the Arkansas Ozarks. I have a husband, two children, three grandchildren and two great grandchildren. My greatest accomplishment. Next comes the 20-odd books I’ve managed to have published.

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Book Spotlight: The Waiting Booth by @Brinda_Berry

Book Excerpt

Mystery
My new life began on a Saturday. It was a life that chose me, which shouldn’t have been surprising. A real shocker would be gliding through my senior year without one more thing to label my life dysfunctional. Most seventeen-year-olds would have called the events a head-on collision. For me, I was merely sideswiped in the journey to find my missing brother.
Saturday mornings were always my favorite. Dad cooked pancakes for the two of us and that day the vanilla-laden smell wafted up the stairs and tugged at my stomach. I bounded downstairs in my shorts and “Geek Chic” T-shirt, sliding around the slick corner reminiscent of the way Tom Cruise did in Dad’s favorite old movie, Risky Business. And he looked up, spatula in hand, with that same welcoming smile full of comfort and familiarity.
I inhaled deeply. “Yum.” I sat down and picked up my fork in anticipation. A golden-brown stack waited on the serving platter.
My dad pulled on my ponytail before taking a seat across from me. He stared at the empty chair to my right. I concentrated on my plate.
We both helped ourselves to generous mounds of pancakes, and then I drizzled enough maple syrup to drive me into a sugar coma. The only sound filling the kitchen was the smacking and fork scraping that indicate true culinary delight.
As usual, my eyes were bigger than my stomach. I shook my head woefully at the butter- and syrup-laced masterpiece I was abandoning. I rose and cleared my plate from the table.
“Hold up. You in a hurry?” Dad asked.
“Gotta go get my memory cards out of the cameras outside and see if I got anything recorded,” I answered in between licking my sticky lips.
I slipped on my tennis shoes and went for the door.
“Leaving Biscuit here?” Dad looked down.
My cairn terrier sat expectantly at Dad’s feet. Biscuit wagged his stubby tail when he heard his name. I grinned at his pitiful face, black button eyes hopeful for a few stray crumbs.

“Yeah, I’ll be right back. He can stay with you.” Biscuit looked from Dad to me before settling his chin on his paws.
I ran out the door and hopped into the old golf cart that sat in the garage. Even though I had gotten my license last year, I still preferred the golf cart for these errands. The aging motor started immediately and then I was off. I puttered down the long gravel driveway toward the highway.
The early morning air was crisp, and the sun hadn’t risen high enough to warm the areas beneath the canopy of oak trees. Enjoying my time alone in the woods, I breathed in the fragrant air. The smells of pine and cedar and the sounds of stirring intensified all the green colors of the leaves. But that was how I always saw things. The doctors had diagnosed my older brother as also having synesthesia.

 

The Buzz

“The Waiting Booth was an instant thrill… Brinda Berry creates an exciting new series and memorable characters.” —Kristen of Seeing Night Book Reviews

“Ms. Berry’s clean, engaging writing style and talent for creating characters who burst from the page are just as addicting as the deepening mystery surrounding the disappearance of Mia’s brother, Pete.” —Author Sarah Ballance

“The tale Berry delivers is fast-paced and the world-building is unique. The more she shared, the more I wanted to know.” —Kimba the Caffeinated Book Reviewer

 

How To Purchase

The Waiting Booth and the entire Whispering Woods series can be purchased through our bookstore.

 

About the Author

Brinda BerryBrinda Berry lives in Arkansas with her family and two spunky cairn terriers. She’s terribly fond of chocolate, coffee, and books that take her away from reality. She doesn’t mind being called a geek or “crazy dog lady”. When she’s not working the day job or writing a novel, she’s guilty of surfing the internet for no good reason.

 

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Interview With Dr. Eric Thomas Weber @erictweber

Dr Eric Thomas Weber

Where were you born?

I was born in Washington, D.C., at the Walter Reed Army Medical Center, where my father was serving. What brought my family to Mississippi was an exciting job in the department of Public Policy Leadership at the University of Mississippi.

When did you start writing and what inspired you to start?

For me, writing means mainly two things, but they’re connected on a spectrum. I practiced academic writing from high school through my doctoral studies in Philosophy. My writing for audiences beyond the academy really was motivated by my philosophical hero, John Dewey. Dewey was an able technical thinker, but he wrote a great deal for outlets like Harper’s, the Nation, Scribner’s Magazine, etc. He was the quintessential public philosopher and public intellectual of his time. The motivations for his writings beyond the academy were rooted in his democratic philosophy. I try to follow in his footsteps, which is why I began writing for newspapers and online publications. My public writing really got some speed in 2010.

When did you first consider yourself a writer?

I suppose I was an aspiring writer when I started work here in Oxford in 2007. My career is certainly the life of the university professor, but quite often that can mean thinking of yourself as a writer. I really thought of myself as a budding writer when I began writing articles for newspapers and pitching books to literary agents. In academia, you generally don’t go through an agent, submitting your work directly to publishers instead. So, when I began planning books for wider audiences, ones for which I would likely need an agent, I suppose that’s when I really started thinking of my future as a writer. I would say I’m still only in one of the early stages. My first books were primarily contributions to scholarly debates, though I’ve always worked to show how theory connects to real life and practical application. My first two books helped to prepare me for the next steps of my writing. My third and most recent book, Democracy and Leadership has attracted a good bit of attention beyond the academy. That’s starting to make me feel like “a writer.”

Do you see writing as a career?

If you use an expansive sense of the term “career,” sure. If one means something like the idea of writing as one’s primary or sole source of income, I would need to qualify my answer. If you think about it, getting tenure as a professor requires writings, in most fields anyway. So part of what can make or break your career is your scholarly writing. The life of the professor involves a lot of other kinds of work, much of which is teaching. All that said, in the big picture, yes, I do see writing as my career. After all, I teach courses on my area of specialty, on subjects connected to my research. So I teach about things that I write about. It’s an ideal arrangement for writing and for teaching, really, at least if you can get or make enough focused time to write.

What inspired you to write your first book?

My first book was based on a significant revision of my dissertation. I thought that the dissertation had something important to contribute to debates in my field, so I reworked it for a few years. It’s called Rawls, Dewey, and Constructivism. It sounds technical, and honestly, it is. Some of its central themes can be explained simply, though. Constructivism is a term for thinking about how people come to form concepts, to have ideas and knowledge. When a baby thinks peekaboo is fun and startling, it’s because the child has yet to develop a basic construction about objects and the fact that when they disappear they can come back – “object permanence.” Other concepts are much more complex, built upon numerous other constructions and concepts. The examples of greatest interest to me included what it means to be a “person” and also what “justice” means.

A great thinker on the subject, John Rawls, wrote an influential set of works on the topic, and he seemed to be on the fence about how to think about the origin of concepts like justice. The great educational and political philosopher John Dewey had a great deal to say about how people construct concepts. My first book connects the insights of these two thinkers to show a way to address the problems I saw in Rawls’s hesitations about constructivism.

Though these are technical and abstract issues, I was curious about them. There are so many things we don’t know about human experience. Studying constructivism seemed to push the envelope as far as I could push it in order to understand human experience and both how and why people’s understandings of the world can come out so differently. I wanted to arrive at my own understanding of the basics of human nature and psychology, to reach and feel for the limits and origins of what we can know. Studying constructivism has helped me situate my thinking in the history of philosophy, which has profoundly influenced all of my work since.

Can you tell us about your challenges in getting your first book published?

My experience may be unhelpful for some writers, because my first book was published by an academic press. Some of my challenges were the same for any first author. They say it’s hardest to land your first book. That’s absolutely right. My first publisher wanted to see the proposal for my second book and issued me a contract for it. So, it was clearly the first book that was hard to land.

For the first book, I made a list of 30 presses and submitted proposals to 10 at a time. In academia, publishers will generally tell you that it’s ok to submit your proposal simultaneously to other presses. If and when they invite you to submit the full manuscript, at that point many don’t want you sending it to other presses simultaneously.

I went down my list. The main challenge was to stay positive even when I heard no from many great places. A mentor and friend said, “You only need one.” He was right. In the end I had two publishers express serious interest and I went with the one I preferred.

How many books have you written? Which is your favorite?

I’ve written three books, or four if you count a manuscript that’s under review. Fingers crossed. My favorite book so far is Democracy and Leadership. It’s certainly generated the largest response, by which I mean invitations to travel and give talks about the book. That’s been exciting. People, so far mostly at colleges and universities, but not only, have wanted to hear about my theory of democratic leadership, something which people still today think is a contradiction. It was a very difficult book to write in a number of ways, but the enormous amount of work seems to have paid off.

 Talk about your most recent book. How did you come up with the title?

Democracy and Leadership: On Pragmatism and Virtue presents a theory of leadership drawing on insights from Plato’s Republic, while abandoning his authoritarianism in favor of John Dewey’s democratic thought. The book continues the democratic turn for the study of leadership beyond the incorporation of democratic values into old-fashioned views about leading. The completed democratic turn leaves behind the traditional focus on a class of special people. Instead, leadership is understood as a process of judicious yet courageous guidance, infused with democratic values and open to all people.

The title for the book pays homage to John Dewey. One of Dewey’s most influential works was titled Democracy and Education (scholarly edition, free online edition). He showed how invaluable each one was for the other, as well as how we needed to rethink education, letting go of outmoded views about it. My project took a similar approach, but for thinking about leadership. The aim is to let go of outdated ways of thinking about leadership. At the same time, one of the great philosophers, Plato, had so much of value to offer on the subject. The key was to follow Dewey’s guidance in updating Plato’s ideas about the virtues of the good society for the sake of democratic leadership.

How is this title published? (Self-Published or through a publisher)

It was published by Lexington Books, a division of the Rowman and Littlefield Publishing Group, in November of 2013. Its first release is marketed especially to scholars and academic libraries, which typically have significant book budgets. The press will come out with a more affordable paperback edition within roughly a year.

What drove your decision to publish this way?

Lexington Books has put out a lot of books that I admire. The do good work. They have huge distribution around the world. And, they were a second press to believe in my work, which I thought would be of value for my writing trajectory. It also didn’t hurt that I liked the design options for their books.

Is there a message in your book that you want readers to grasp?

Yes. It’s a mistake to think that leadership is just for a select group of people. That’s a way of denying one’s own responsibility to speak up, participate, and help direct public efforts. The better way to think of leadership is to see it as a process of guidance, done best when following certain key virtues outlined in the book.

Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?

It’s a work of non-fiction, but yes, I certainly draw on my own life experiences. Even more so, I drew on as much research as I could get my hands on and read. I found myself surprised over and over by what I found when checking my assumptions or looking for examples of things I was talking about. That’s part of the point of research. For me, it’s always a lot of fun – looking for information about things I’m interested in and care about.

What was the hardest part of writing your book?

This time around, I struggled with the introduction. I had written an introduction and then felt dissatisfied with it in a big way. It needed a lot of revisions for flow, removing repetition, etc. I’m one of those writers who needs to start somewhere, however rough, and then sometimes hack it to pieces. When I realize that I disagree with something I wrote, I learn a lot in the process of figuring out why. When I can answer that question well, it’s straightforward to figure out what I should have said.

Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?

Absolutely. The main thing I learned is that sometimes to take the time you need to focus on a big project, it’s ok to put other things on hold – even if some people get mad about it. I tend to juggle a ton of things and want to keep them all running smoothly. In this case, I had to be ok with either letting some things drop or with delegating. I also had to push myself hard to say no more often, or to see whether someone else could help me. It was a big effort for me to change that behavior, but it also gave me the time to focus and get the project done.

If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?

It was so much work. The idea of having to do it over again sounds like having lost all that work. I’d rather not imagine that scenario. Seriously. It’s too upsetting for a hypothetical…

Do you have a new book coming out soon? 

I am presently working on 5 book projects, with one main book on the front burner. None of these are scheduled for release yet. They’re not presently under contract. I’m taking my time on these books and hope to have one of them come out before the end of 2015 or not too long after. There’s a chance that one of them – the one that’s written and finished – might come out in 2014. We’ll see.

What is your favorite social media outlet for marketing/promotions?

I use a combination of LinkedIn, Twitter, and a Facebook author page. I can’t say that I have a favorite. They all reach a different audience, yet you can link your accounts in some ways. So far, I’ve had the smallest draw to my Facebook author page, but probably the deepest impact there. Twitter has tremendous power to spread messages, but I’ve not yet seen it take off for me. LinkedIn, believe it or not, has yielded the most connections for me, but I suspect that the connections I’ve made there have not been as deep, in general.

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