Broken Ties

Broken Ties is here! Plus, Cy Reed News!

Broken TiesI’m thrilled to announce the release of Broken Ties, the second book in my ground-breaking Broken Nature trilogy. Broken Nature, as you’ll recall, takes place in a post-apocalyptic future in which all of Earth’s surface water has vanished. Like all of my work, it’s stuffed to the brim with action and adventure, epic mysteries, and jaw-dropping twists!

Book Description
Two cities, ripped apart by fear. One secret that could save them … or end them forever.

Day and night, Titus Foster treks across the hinterlands, hunting for his hated brother, Dargon. Consumed with vengeance, he fails to see that Natica is splitting apart … until it’s too late. A sudden, violent coup erupts in the heart of the city. Forced to flee, Titus races toward a legendary mountain fortress known as the Shell. An astonishing secret awaits him, one that could unite his people … or send them spiraling into civil war.

Meanwhile, age-old secrets rock Luminosity. Framed and vilified, Kayden Kell must run for her life. Hunted by a growing mob, she delves deep into the city’s disturbing history. What she uncovers could bring about her people’s salvation … or their total destruction.

Broken Ties is a rip-roaring, post-apocalyptic adventure, perfect for fans of mystery-box TV shows like Wayward Pines and the 100 as well as for readers of Greig Beck, Hugh Howey, Blake Crouch, Michael C. Grumley, A.G. Riddle, and Jeremy Robinson. This heart-pounding tale will stick with you long after you’ve turned the last page!

***Your copy of Broken Ties is just moments away. Click anywhere you see the title or cover, or the links below, to purchase it from Amazon!***


What’s Next?

Next up, we’ve got Broken People, the epic finale of the Broken Nature trilogy! It goes live on May 6, 2021. Pre-order it today by clicking the above link or the cover.Broken People

After that, we’ve got … Cy Reed! That’s right, Cy Reed is back after a way-too-long hiatus. This new story, tentatively entitled, Curse of Eden, is the first book in my all-new, Cy Reed: Lost Cities series. These books will explore our intrepid hero’s early days, prior to the events of Chaos. Curse of Eden is in its final round of edits and should be finished in the next week. Unfortunately, I don’t have a cover to share with you yet. Expect to see it in my next newsletter, though!

In closing, I have a favor to ask of you. Reviews are a huge driver of book sales, so leaving one—or even just a rating—makes it possible for me to keep doing this. So, please take a few moments and leave a review for Broken Ties on Amazon and / or Goodreads. Thanks in advance … I deeply appreciate it!

Yours in Adventure,
David Meyer

Broken Lands by David Meyer

David Meyer returns with Broken Lands!

Broken Lands by David MeyerIt’s my pleasure to announce the release of Broken Lands, the first book in my brand-new Broken Nature trilogy!

“Electrifying, provocative, and highly original, Broken Lands will stick with you long after you’ve turned the last page. Revel in the frenzied, diabolical genius of legendary author David Meyer as he takes you on a ride you’ll never forget!”

Broken Lands takes place in a post-apocalyptic future in which all of Earth’s surface water has vanished, due to a mysterious phenomenon known as the Broken. It deals with technological hubris, the nature of reality, and the terrible struggle to maintain civilization amidst a ruined world. And of course, it’s chockfull of action and adventure, epic mysteries, and jaw-dropping twists!


BOOK DESCRIPTION

WE BROKE NATURE. NOW, NATURE WILL BREAK US.

An ancient fort, dying of thirst …
A domed city, devoid of memories …
Broken Lands.
Broken Nature.

Centuries ago, all of Earth’s surface water vanished in a mysterious event known as the Broken. Now, the only water left lies in deep, underground pools. When a terrible disaster threatens these pools, Titus Foster must leave the ancient fort of Natica and forge a path into the forgotten hinterlands. What he finds there will challenge everything he knows about the world … and himself.

Meanwhile, software engineer Kayden Kell awakes in the high-tech, domed city of Luminosity with no recollection of her life. Venturing outside, she discovers that her fellow residents have also lost their memories. Her desperate search for answers will lead her straight into the heart of a centuries-old deception … and the terrifying truth about her reality.

Electrifying, provocative, and highly original, Broken Lands will stick with you long after you’ve turned the last page. Revel in the frenzied, diabolical genius of  legendary author David Meyer as he takes you on a ride you’ll never forget!

***Your copy of Broken Lands is just moments away. Click anywhere you see the title or cover, or the links below, to purchase it from Amazon!***
Destroying Magic by David Meyer

Destroying Magic is here … get your copy today!

Destroying Magic by David MeyerI’m pleased to announce the release of DESTROYING MAGIC, the first book in my brand-new Randy Wolf and the Dropout Magicians series. This story is almost two years in the making and I’m confident you’re going to love it.

DESTROYING MAGIC is a young adult / fantasy novel, geared toward fans of Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, and the Maze Runner series. But even though it’s a young adult book, it still reads like one of my Cy Reed or Apex Predator stories. Here’s the synopsis …

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Randy Wolf was once a promising young wizard, on track to earn a degree from the prestigious Roderick J. Madkey School of Magical Administration. But everything went wrong. Forced to drop out, he became a lowly assembly-line magician at his former school, serving the high-powered faculty and arrogant student body.Then came the invasion.

The ghastly attack catches everyone off guard. While others flee, Randy bravely steps forward … and straight into the center of an ancient conflict. Before long, he and his friends are immersed within a forgotten world of dangerous magic, vicious secrets, and lost memories.

Fighting to unravel the truth about this world, Randy plunges into the dark heart of Madkey itself. His search uncovers a horrifying conspiracy, one that touches every aspect of his life.

With the help of his friends, he must unmask the conspirators and bring an end to their reign of terror … before they can destroy magic forever.

*** If you like Harry Potter and Percy Jackson, you’re going to love DESTROYING MAGIC, the first installment of Randy Wolf and the Dropout Magicians. ***

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This is my best book yet and I know you’re going to love it. The purchase links are below!

Buy DESTROYING MAGIC

Grandpa and Me

Stolen Time: My Journey with Hyperparathyroidism

I remember the day I stopped laughing at Grandpa’s jokes. Grandpa was a real trickster with a deep love of puns and wordplay. He could always get a laugh out of me, even when telling the same joke for the billionth time. But during my early 20’s, something changed.

Grandpa and Me

Happier Times

 
His gentle jokes began to fall on deaf ears. My laughter dried up, then turned fake. I had to force myself not to roll my eyes in front of him. At the time, I figured it was just a sign of growing up. Now, I know differently.
 
It wasn’t just my sense of humor that changed, by the way. Around that same time, I developed brain fog, which manifested itself as a weird, floaty feeling in my head. I found it slightly harder to think, to concentrate. Doctors were stumped. X-rays and MRIs found nothing unusual. I tried balance training and other things, but nothing corrected the problem.
 
Slowly but surely, my emotions began to dull. I stopped crying. My smiles thinned, then turned fake. Little annoyances became big ones. I turned into a crank, an introvert, and a homebody. Not because I liked staying at home all that much, but because of inertia. I felt fatigued and old. My “get up and go” faded away and I started having trouble getting out of bed each morning.
 
Happy moments were few and far between. Soon, I lost interest in entertainment. I stopped reading. I only half-watched TV shows and movies. I became listless and mechanical in everything I did. My constant negativity and general emptiness made me wonder if I suffered from depression. Later, I concluded that I probably was depressed, albeit at what I considered to be a sustainable level.
 
And yet, life went on. I got an MBA and a CFA charter. Moving to New York, I worked as an Equity Research Analyst. It left me miserable and unfulfilled. So, I took a risk. Quitting my job, I tried my hand as a storyteller. Years ago, it would’ve been my dream job. But to my surprise, I found it a real struggle. Negativity and crippling self-doubt plagued me at every turn. Still, every storyteller faces those things so I thought little of it.
 
But writing became increasingly difficult with time. Worse, my well of creativity, which had been shallow for years, all but dried up. I experienced no real joy in telling stories and had to depend on a strict schedule to get anything accomplished.
 
Physically, it became increasingly difficult to move. My head ached constantly. I developed bone pain and began to experience lingering injuries. Knee problems cut into my running time. Shoulder and wrist injuries made it nearly impossible to lift my son.
 
Now, this didn’t happen all at once. Rather, my decline took place rather slowly over the course of some 15 years. Even so, I still noticed it. More than once, I wondered if I was going crazy. Now, I know the answer to that question.
 
In 2011, I was diagnosed with a disease known as Hyperparathyroidism. Parathyroid glands regulate the calcium in your body. When one turns tumorous, it begins making excess PTH hormones. Those hormones circulate in the body, leaching calcium from your bones and into your bloodstream. Given enough time, this can cause a gigantic and weird list of symptoms known as, “moans, groans, stones, and bones with psychic overtones.”
Since I was young, male, and appeared asymptomatic on the surface, my surgeon suggested I wait to have the tumor removed. This is rather common, and unfortunately outdated, advice. In any event, I put off the surgery for five years. In mid-2017, my surgeon suggested I wait another five years. I was all ready to do that. But soon after, the true cost of the disease became impossible to ignore.
Three weeks ago, I underwent a surgical operation at the Norman Parathyroid Center in Tampa, Florida to remove the tumorous gland. The operation was a bit more complex than normal, given that my tumor was hiding in my thyroid. Still, the procedure was surprisingly quick and simple.
 
Now, the tumor is gone. And you know what?
 
I feel amazing!
Within hours, my negativity vanished. I experienced my first real smile in years the very next day. I say “years” because I can’t remember the last time I didn’t have to fake it. My bones feel better. My headaches are gone. I’ve got tons of energy. I’m not kidding when I say it’s like I’m back in my 20’s again.
 
I’d all but given up on emotions. Now, I’m feeling stuff again. The brain fog is at least diminished, if not gone for good. For the first time in forever, I want to be around people. I want to do things, to live life. To show the world what I’ve got and in turn, to let it show me what it’s got.
 
Which leads me to today. This morning, I found myself thinking of Grandpa, of his jokes. I laughed for awhile, then cried my eyes out. My heart is full of grief. For him, of course. But really, for the lost time with him and with many others. I’ll never get those years back. I’ll never laugh with him again and that just makes me want to cry all over again. And that’s okay, I think. Until the surgery, I’d become pretty much incapable of real grief. So, this is a blessing.
 
Hyperparathyroidism stole countless laughs and tears from me. Well, no more. I’ve got a second shot at life now.
 
And I plan on making the most of it.
Who would've thunk it?

When Did You Stop Reading? (Crashcourse, Day 24)

Welcome to Day 24 of Crashcourse!

Who would've thunk it?

Clearly NOT READING!

Did you ever stop reading fiction? If so, when did you stop? Why? And when did you start reading again?

When Did You Stop Reading?

First things first. I added 1,648 words in four hours of creative editing yesterday. It was an uneventful day and when I was finished, I started thinking about something that’s been on my mind as of late.

Whenever I tell people I’m a writer, something curious happens. Their eyes get a faraway look. Their voices grow kind of wistful and perhaps, a bit sad. “You know, I used to love to read when I was a kid,” they often say. Hmm … this always gets my attention. Books are, after all, my business. But also, I experienced something similar a long time ago. So, I’m always curious to see if other people’s reasons match up with my own.

“So, what happened?” I’ll say. “Why’d you stop reading?” The person’s look will, more often than not, turn quizzical. “I don’t really know,” they’ll reply.

Hmm … now I’m intrigued. What could cause someone to fall out of love with reading? Competition from video games, movies, podcasts, streaming TV, and the Internet? That seems like the most obvious possibility. But when I probe a little deeper, a different story often emerges. Namely, that reading became work, often during the middle school or high school years, and thus, ceased to be fun. Textbooks share part of the blame, of course. But there’s also another side to this. It turns out a lot of people seemed to lose their love for reading once they started analyzing fiction (especially fiction they never wanted to read in the first place). Ahh, this is curious since it’s my experience as well. Were you forced to read Shakespeare in, say, seventh grade? Did you tear it apart and analyze it week after week? If so, did it increase your love of reading? Maybe, but if my experience and conversations are an indicator, it turned off a lot of kids, too. Reading for fun is a wonderful experience. And it seems there’s no quicker way to destroy that experience than to force kids to read books they don’t want to read at a rigorous level. Fortunately for me, I learned to love reading again, but it didn’t happen until I finished schooling. Many people that I meet never read for fun again.

Anyway what’s your experience? Did you stop reading at some point in your life? Can you pinpoint the moment it happened? If so, send me a note. I’d love to hear your story!

Crashcourse Totals

Daily Total: 1,648 words in 4:00. 412 words/hour

Total: 23,986 words in 39:42. 604 words/hour

You can't really see it, but that's a nice sunset back there.

Save Your Work! (Crashcourse, Days 21, 22, & 23)

Welcome to Days 21, 22, & 23 of Crashcourse!

You can't really see it, but that's a nice sunset back there.

Exploring the ancient suburban structure known as the “mall.”

Despite a sizable hiccup, Crashcourse is at full-steam right now. What kind of hiccup, you ask? The kind that comes with an error message.

Save Your Work!

I spent the last three days in creative editing mode, yet still managed to add 3,830 words in eight hours. The story is growing in heaps and bounds and I can’t help but wonder if this will be my first book to pass the 100,000 word mark. My other books all average about 80,000 words apiece, but Crashcourse feels bigger than that.

After two to three hours of writing on Friday, Microsoft Word shut down on me. On the bright side, the error message promised it had saved changes to the document and I could recover them once I reopened the program. So, I reopened Word and … nothing. I had set auto-save to do its thing every ten minutes. But for some reason, it didn’t work and I lost a ton of work. On a whim, I tracked down the Autorecovery folder. Unfortunately, there was nothing helpful there. Overall, it was extremely annoying and a good reminder to save my work on a regular basis, rather than depend on Autorecovery.

Anyway what could I do? I just pointed my cursor at the right spot and started writing again. And you know what? It was actually kind of freeing. Don’t get me wrong. I would’ve rather spent my time writing new stuff. But it was an interesting experience to write something all over again on a moment’s notice. The words flowed just fine and I had fun. This new version is definitely different than the original version, although I can’t be sure how much. Regardless, the story continues to flow nicely.

Crashcourse Totals

Three-Day Total: 3,830 words in 8:00. 479 words/hour

Total: 22,338 words in 35:42. 626 words/hour

 

Inspirational!

Characters Forming Around Me (Crashcourse, Day 20)

Welcome to Day 20 of Crashcourse!

Inspirational!

Here’s a small part of my writing space. The painting, which I got in Mexico, is spray paint street art.

Creative editing continues on Crashcourse and I’m starting to see this story develop into something real and unique. It’s amazing to see art come to life.

Characters Forming all Around Me

Creative editing continued today and I’m forced to admit it’s way more involved than I’d first expected. With that said, I only added a net 569 words in 4 hours. But I’m not viewing that as a bad thing. You see, I thought I was only adding a new section to the story. But it turns out I’m changing a lot of things, lighting countless new paths through Crashcourse. Which means the story is changing and growing before my eyes. It’s awesome to see and helps me remember why I started writing in the first place. By the way, I decided to include creative editing under my total writing time since I’m interested in knowing how many actual writing hours it takes me to finish a story. By the time this is over, my words/hour rate will probably look pretty sad!

Today, a lot of work was devoted to three characters. Randy Wolf, of course, who’s turning out to be more resourceful than I anticipated given his status as a recent dropout. At first, he was a bit skittish and uncertain of himself. But it turns out he’s got a quiet sort of bravery and resilience to him. Next up is Thaddeus Crucible, a pea coat-wearing magician with strange powers who seems to have been erased from the collective memory. And finally is Headmaster Lancton Boltstar, the world’s greatest magician and a fashion plate  in his own right. Boltstar is an old-fashioned type of chap, dapper in his derby/vest combo. But don’t mess with him. I’ve got a great picture of him in my mind, by the way. I was this close to drawing his derby tonight. Hmmm … maybe tomorrow? We’ll see!

Crashcourse Totals

Daily Total: 569 words in 4:00. 142 words/hour

Total: 18,508 words in 27:42. 668 words/hour

Food Festival!

Creative Editing Begins (Crashcourse, Day 19)

Welcome to Day 19 of Crashcourse!

Food Festival!

Taking a break from the writing

I did something I didn’t want to do today, namely editing. But this was a bit different than acquiescing to an inner critic. This was creative editing.

Creative Editing Begins

I added 1,366 words to Crashcourse today in 1:26. That doesn’t really sum up the day though as you’ll soon see.

Overall, I got sidetracked again, but I think it’s for a good reason. After about thirty minutes of free writing, I got the feeling I was off on the wrong trail. Not completely, mind you. It just felt like I’d skipped a few stops and failed to light a few torches along the way. You see, I’ve written a lot of stuff about the Madkey School and how magic works on the premises. I’d touched on Randy and his life as well. All in all, a fascinating world is coming to light. But Randy’s actions within that world felt off to me. He’s been a passive character, walking around, letting stuff happen to him. But that didn’t feel quite right. I get the feeling that Randy should be doing more. So, I took some time (a couple of hours) to let my mind wander, then returned to the book. And lo and behold, a whole new part of the story came to mind. I began to see how various pieces and scenes fit together. I went back to the beginning of the story, introduced a new character, and kept writing. Things started to change very fast. Unfortunately, I had to cut out early due to a prior engagement so I didn’t get to see it through yet.

Now, a few days ago I expressly said I didn’t want to do any editing until I was done with the story. And yes, the work I did today involved some editing, mostly little stuff, as I worked to add in the new section of story. So, yes, I edited. On the bright side, it was creative editing, designed to help add in this new section. I’ve always liked the idea of creative editing. But I’ve never really done it since it always dovetails into endless rewrites. My challenge will be to add in this new part while staying in creative voice. I hope it works!

Crashcourse Totals

Daily Total: 1,366 words in 1:26. 953 words/hour

Total: 17,939 words in 23:42. 757 words/hour

Perhaps another creative adventure awaits me …

Am I an Author? (Crashcourse, Day 18)

Welcome to Day 18 of Crashcourse!

Perhaps another creative adventure awaits me …

Hey, look … it’s my adventurer’s hat!

After a few days of being sidelined by my inner critic, I finally got back to writing. Also, I continue to ask questions about my future. Namely, am I just an author? Or am I meant to tell other kinds of stories as well?

Am I An Author?

Yesterday, I wrote about how I got sidetracked by a desire to plan out something in advance, specifically the curriculum at the Madkey school. I lost a little writing time, but hey, at least I’m back to work. I wrote 2,563 words today in three hours and fifteen minutes. That averages out to 789 words per minute, which doesn’t surprise me. I found myself nitpicking A LOT today, making small changes here and there and reversing them multiple times. Overall, I had trouble keeping my inner critic in check. No surprise really, given how I succumbed to it the last few days. Still, I enjoyed writing today.

This blog series has been an interesting experiment for me, especially in helping me realize some of the problems with my work habits. But for now, let’s move beyond self-criticism and do a little dreaming. That blog title up there is really just for show. I’ll be writing books for a long time to come. But I’d like to try other types of storytelling, too. In the past, I’ve considered a lot of mediums. Animation, film, video games, theme park rides, physical adventures, board games … you name it, I’ve considered it. But I’ve never gotten past the point of daydreams.

There’s a good reason for that. The life of an indie author is a solitary one. My wife helps out with editing and my dad pitches a hand with marketing. But for the most part, I work alone. And that’s just fine. But venturing out into other mediums would probably require collaboration. That’s a hard thing to admit, even harder to accept. I’m not even sure how I’d go about recruiting the help of artists, programmers, etc. And once you start working with other people, you have to deal with a whole mess of other things. Yikes. Still, it’s good to talk about this. Maybe it’ll help me move forward. Stay tuned …

Crashcourse Totals

Daily Total: 2,563 words in 3:15. 789 words/hour

Total: 16,573 words in 22:16. 744 words/hour

Designing a Magic Curriculum (Crashcourse, Days 14-17)

Welcome to Days 14-17 of Crashcourse!

And it's back to the Serious Face again!

This is what it looks like when you realize you just lost a battle to your inner critic.

So, I wrote at a good rate over the last four days, but I didn’t rack up a ton of hours. Why, you ask? Well, I spent a lot of time trying to design a magic school curriculum. Which was a waste, as it turns out. Curious? Then read on …!

Designing a Magic Curriculum

I wrote for four hours on Friday and 41 minutes on Saturday, racking up 4,628 words in that time. That’s 988 words per hour which isn’t terrible by any means. Now, you’re probably wondering why I didn’t write for a longer period of time. Well, I got sidetracked on Saturday by curriculum. Specifically, I began to wonder what kind of curriculum the Roderick J. Madkey School of Magical Administration might employ. Some magic school stories involve a kid attending classes, learning spells, then using those spells to achieve a goal. School is undeniably relevant and helpful, even if it doesn’t appear so at first glance. Does that sound like a typical school to you? Have you ever used physics outside of a classroom? Calculus? How often does literature analysis come up in your day-to-day life? I’m sure some of you need knowledge on these subjects. But I suspect the vast majority of people rarely, if ever, make good use of what they were taught in school. According to this article, just 19% of people use basic algebra on the job. That number drops to 9% for complex algebra. Frankly, I’m surprised the number is that high. And yet, all students are required to study the subject at great length. I don’t want to pick on math here. I suspect you’d find similar results for many other subjects.

The point is this … the stuff you’re taught in school doesn’t necessarily match up with what you’ll need in life. And that was always my impression of Madkey. That is, the students are learning stuff, but that stuff won’t prove helpful when trouble arises. On Saturday, I started writing about how Randy Wolf (the hero of Crashcourse and a dropout of Madkey) was secretly listening to a lecture at his former school. When it came time to depict the actual class, I figured it should have some meat to it, but not be particularly practical. But I couldn’t really think of anything. Now, here’s the important (and sad) part.

I stopped writing.

That’s right. I felt uncomfortable with the fact that I really didn’t know anything specific about Madkey’s curriculum. So, I stopped telling my story and began brainstorming. I thought about different subjects and the individual classes within them. I thought about how they’d be taught and how much time would be spent doing hands-on magic versus theoretical magic. And despite all of this, I still couldn’t come to any sort of conclusion. The story came to a halt and my inner critic had “won” again.

It’s crazy how it happened. I’ve spent the last few days trying to silence my inner critic via free writing. And yet, it still found a way to stop me. My inner critic demands to know how everything’s going to turn out even before I start writing. So, it’s constantly pressuring me to slow down, to stop, to back up a bit. It’s convinced I can’t write about a single magic class until I have full knowledge of the entire curriculum. But here’s the thing … the curriculum will emerge over time if I give my inner artist enough time and space. Or maybe it won’t if the actual curriculum doesn’t prove important to the book. Regardless, I should’ve just trusted my inner artist. Unfortunately, my inner critic has a powerful voice.

Well, that’s it for now. Back to writing!

Crashcourse Totals

4-Day Total: 4,628 words in 4:41. 988 words/hour

Total: 14,010 words in 19:01. 737 words/hour