
Oh. My. Goodness.
My favorite author has just spanked the Emerald City Doorman hard enough that it’s going to leave a mark. And Mr. Maass is going to have a severe limp for quite awhile!
It’s no secret that I am an indie-publishing heretic, posting often and everywhere about how every author should look into getting themselves published without getting ridden hard and put away wet by a legacy publishing dinosaur (that’ll give you a limp for sure!). But no one – NO ONE – takes the publishing industry or their flan-boys to task better, cleaner, and more beautifully than Mr. Konrath.




I remember the first time I met Bob. It was at the El Toro Marine Corps Air Show. He was just sitting under the wing of this Shrike with that big ol’ hat of his. I was just a youngster, but he spent the entire afternoon talking to me. Then he got up, told me he had to “do some work,” shoo’d me back behind the rope and went and did some of the most amazing things I’ve ever seen done in that Evergreen Shrike.