Friday, July 06, 2012
A House Divided Against Itself by Bob O'Connor
I am pleased and proud to have as a guest blogger, Bob O'Connor, author of A House Divided Against Itself. Welcome to Writer's Sanctuary, Bob!
Bio: I was born in Illinois. I am a graduate of Northern Illinois University. My interest in Lincoln and the Civil War came from being taken in 7th grade to the Centennial of The Lincoln Douglas Debates, 1958, Galesburg, IL with the speaker being Carl Sandberg. I have written and published six Civil War books and speak all around the country on the Civil War. Last year I gave 108 presentations in 18 states.
Product description: My book is historical fiction, based on over 90 letters and regimental records of two brothers who fought against each other twice in the Civil War. All the characters in the book are real and what I say happened to them is true. Only the dialogue is fabricated. My historical novels are very realistic and so close to being non-fiction that sometimes I confuse the historical scholars.
Q: What will e-readers like about your book? They will like the maps, photographs and drawings that I use to enhance the reader’s experience.
Q: Why did you go indie? All my books are published independently. I like to content and cover art control and the ability to make corrections and even additions as new information comes to light.
Q: Who are your favorite authors in your genre? Michael Shaara, Killer Angels. His Pulitzer prize winning novel changed the war the war is written about. He didn’t follow the armies, he followed the leaders. I try to immolate that same style.
Link to web site or blog or Amazon/Smashwords www.boboconnorbooks.com
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