The new e-book edition of "A Scratch with the Rebels" went live on Smashwords and Kindle late yesterday afternoon. A few orders showed  up this morning.  And at 11:00 AM, the book's Kindle page showed this ranking:

I'm spending most of my day setting up marketing plans for the book, but I really didn't expect any visible results so soon.  Can we raise that ranking even further this afternoon?

Order now at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00I4YU1D0 and we'll watch the numbers change.

Thanks for all your support.  Now if some readers will leave a brief review on Kindle . . . . . . . .

Sometimes publication happens really fast.  The "Second Edition Revised" of A Scratch with the Rebels is now available in all e-book formats on the Smashwords website at: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/403375 .  The Kindle version should be available sometime this eventing or tomorrow.  (Never fear!  I'll let you know as soon as it appears.)

Readers will find several changes. 

At book signings and public speaking engagements, I'm often asked how I get the ideas for my books.  A variation of that question is why I decided to write a particular book.  When the question is specific to one book, it's pretty easy to answer, but there's also a generic answer that fits almost everything I write.  For me, books have generations -- mothers and grandmothers and great-grandmothers.  Each one I produce gives birth to another -- or so it seems.

Last fall I released the second edition of Left by the Side of the Road.   That book is a collection of short stories --incidents and characters that I had to leave out of its mother volume, The Road to Frogmore. I couldn't bear to throw their stories out.  Instead, I gave then their own collection, separate from their mother book. 

Where did The Road to Frogmore come from? Well, it had its beginning in  Beyond All Price, the story of Nellie Chase, Union Army nurse.  During her stay in South Carolina, Nellie became quite attached to the slaves who worked in the regimental headquarters.  When the regiment pulled out, Nellie wanted to stay behind to help those slaves, by setting up classes for them and teaching them to read.  She was not allowed to do so, but was told that a group of missionaries had just arrived in Hilton Head to take care of the educational needs of the freed slaves.  That made me curious enough to start researching the details of those missionaries and educators. And out of that curiosity came The Road to Frogmore.

So, where did Beyond All Price come from? Until now, I didn't have a quick answer to that question, although I knew where it had come from.  The first book I wrote after officially retiring was called  A Scratch with the Rebels. It was published in 2007 by a small press, who grossly overcharged for the book [$25.00] while producing a school-bookish version with a cover that self-destructed within a couple of days' use. The book itself was a factual history of the Roundhead Regiment [100th Pennsylvania Volunteers].  It mentioned the regimental nurse frequently without giving too many details about her -- just enough to make me want to tell her story in Beyond All Price.

 Of course, it's possible to take things back one more step.  The ideas for  A Scratch with the Rebels came from a small packet of letters I found in my mother's attic -- letters from my great-uncle James, who served in the Roundhead Regiment.

So there you have four generations of books. Youngest book, along with its mother and grandmother, appeared in Kindle and other inexpensive electronic editions or in nicely-produced paperback versions. But the great-grandmother of this series -- the book that started it all -- was hard to find and even harder to use.

Until now! We're about to remedy that! Stay tuned for further announcements..

Does anything in this news article from 150 years ago sound familiar?  I'm almost embarrassed to write anything about the weather because we've been very lucky in Memphis so far this year:  NO SNOW! But our temperatures, like elsewhere, have been unusually low.  We dealt with a frozen pipe after a 9-degree night a week or so ago, but nothing like what the Commercial Appeal reported in 1864!

We have frequently heard of our troops “charging the Yankees,” but they have invariably been fortified with muskets and fixed bayonets. It remained for (Gen. Nathan Bedford) Forrest to inaugurate charging an enemy without a weapon of any description. In his recent retreat from Jackson, Tennessee, he was attacked by the Yankees near the line of the Memphis and Charleston railroad, and his armed forces being small, he ordered the new recruits, two thousand in number, who had not received arms, to charge the enemy. They immediately rushed forward, and the Yankees, astounded at the force coming toward them, fled in all directions, leaving Forrest a clear road to Oxford.

An account from Jan. 23 describes the charge in more detail: (Forrest) divided his men into two columns, one of which he sent, under Col. Faulkner, across the railroad, within five miles of Memphis. The other he commanded in person, taking the Bolivar route, and crossing the railroad near Collierville. Near Bolivar, he met Col. Hatch’s Yankee cavalry, and though they largely outnumbered his force, he charged them with a yell, causing them to scatter in every direction ... Not more than a third of Gen. Forrest’s men were armed, but he mixed up the armed with the unarmed men, and ordered the whole to charge at once. His men were nearly all raw recruits, while the Federals had, from their own accounts, not less than twenty thousand disciplined men after him.

Letter from Mississippi (Grenada) — The weather continues intensely cold. The managers of the hospitals are taking advantage of the heaviest ice ever known in Mississippi to lay in a supply for next summer. Travel and mails have been much interrupted by water and mud freezing over the railroad tracks.

Memphis Intelligence — The cold was severe in Memphis — 10 below zero ... On President’s Island about eighty negroes perished. A detachment of ten soldiers from Fort Pillow, chasing after deserters, were frozen, as were also five on a sandbar in the river ... At Cairo the mercury stood at 15 degrees below zero, at St. Louis 25 below.

I haven't managed to write more than 800 words of the last three chapters of Damned Yankee. Writer's Block still reigns. But otherwise I've been very productive.  Here's what I accomplished in the last 24 hours:

Now what am I going to use as an excuse?