Hi! Would you tell us a little bit about yourself? :)
I grew up in the
Midwest, in a little town on the Mississippi River in
. I joined the Army National Guard in 2004 and
deployed to Illinois and Iraq . I have always loved reading and found that I
enjoyed writing just as much. I currently live near Afghanistan with my wife and kids, two cats that are mostly
jerks, and a crazy puppy. Seattle, Washington
What do you do when you are not writing?
I love running races with my wife. We have ran almost 50 races together ranging from 5k’s to half marathons, and a whole lot of mud runs!
Do you write an outline before starting a book or just write?
I am more of a just start writing type of guy. I’ve tried outlining and the organizations seems to go against my nature. So, I don’t fight it, I just let it all out.
How do you market your book(s)?
Wait, I’m supposed to market this thing? Just kidding! Marketing is such a tricky thing. I did a lot of research into marketing to try and be as prepared as possible and still feel completely lost sometimes. Social media is a great marketing tool, and utilizing some cheap paid advertisement on Amazon and Goodreads is a great way to get some visibility.
I know authors get asked this a lot but do you have any advice that you would give to aspiring writers?
The best advice I ever is from Stephen King. He said, “If you don’t have time to read, you don’t have the time (or the tools) to write.”
When did you realize that you would like to write and publish a book?
As I continued to write the story I realized that I had a lot that I wanted to say. After writing and rewriting it a few times I decided to just go for it.
Can you tell us, in your own words not the book description, a little about your book?
Guy’s Odyssey was inspired by my own experiences in combat in
and Iraq . When Guy gets blown up in Afghanistan he is sent on a journey through time itself. He
finds himself in the future and in a very bad place. It is a story about the
desperate struggle to find himself in time before it is too late. It’s a tale
of love and loss, friendship and conflict. Baghdad
What was the inspiration for this novel?
The inspiration for Guy’s Odyssey came from my own experiences in
from 2004-2006 and Iraq from 2008-2009. Afghanistan
Where can we purchase this book?
Guy’s Odyssey is on sale at Amazon, BN.com (Barnes and Noble), Kobo, and iBooks.
Are you working on anything at the moment?
I am working on another novel right now that will be the first in a series. It is still very early in the first draft but it has been an absolute joy to work on.
Where do you see yourself at in five years—writing wise?
I don’t really know where this writing odyssey will take me. I hope to have a few novels from my upcoming series out by then.
What is your favorite part of writing?
Writing is very therapeutic. You can go anywhere, do anything, be anyone! You get to create amazing things and see how the things you write inspire other people.
Do you have anything you would like to say to your readers?
First and foremost, thank you! I truly hope that my readers enjoy my novel as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Pepsi or coke? Coke in a glass bottle!
Do you read more than you write? Always. The best advice I ever got about writing was from Stephen King. He said, “if you don’t have time to read, you don’t have the time (or the tools) to write.”
Favorite book to movie? The Martian. They just did such an amazing job capturing the feel of the book, which is so hard to do.
Favorite book or author? Yeah we know it can be hard to choose! ;)
Hardback/Paperback or eReader? Hardback/paperback to add to my 200+ book library!
How many paperback/hardcover books do you own? Over 200. I went on a bit of a book buying spree recently so I don’t know the exact count!
Right now in your line of site, how many books can you see? 11.
What book are you reading today? John Carter of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs.
Have you ever been out of the state where you live? I have been to almost every state and 10 countires!
Psychological Military Thriller
Date Published: June 23, 2017
It’s just another day in Iraq for Guy, a young American soldier. But when he suffers a head wound in a car bomb attack in Baghdad his real journey begins.
As the blast sends him on a deadly odyssey through the very fabric of time, he finds the beautiful yet mysterious disappearing sand. But Guy quickly realizes things aren’t what they seem and he may be witnessing his own destruction. With the reality warp tearing him apart, he has only his fading mind and a mysterious journal to help him solve the puzzle before time runs out.
His desperate search for an answer leads him to a single moment where everything hangs in the balance. Does this mysterious journal hold the clues to his salvation, or is it the ramblings of a madman? Can he figure out the mystery and save himself, or is the end of his odyssey written before his journey even begins?
> Chapter 2
of the End
June 1, 2006
I leave the Humvee running and step out into the hot street. The intense sun beats down on the back of my neck. Even with sunglasses on it seems obnoxiously bright. Fucking Iraq. Miserably hot, and here we are in the middle of the damn day, out in the worst of it.
My M-16A2 rifle feels like an old, familiar lover in my hands. The strangest sense of déjà vu washes over me. “Weird,” I mumble to myself, prying my eyes off of my rifle.
I quickly scan the traffic circle, soaking in all of the details. There is no traffic coming through; there’s a Humvee at each intersection, blocking off everything. No way in, no way out.
I glance up to Mike in the turret, manning the .50 caliber machine gun. I have known him for as long as I can remember. Mike was my next-door neighbor when we were kids. His mom used to babysit me while mine went to work, and she’d make us peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and then send us right back out to play. She always kept strawberry jam on hand because she knew it was my favorite. Hell, she was practically a second mother to me.
He is my best friend. He is more than that— he is my brother.
Mike’s back is to me as he watches the Iraqis, making sure none of them try to get into our perimeter. A horn honks and a driver gestures impatiently at the intersection. Mike quickly swivels his machine gun toward the car, silencing both the horn and the driver. I smile. We survived basic training together, then jump school in the stifling Fort Benning heat. We somehow got lucky enough to be stationed together. A sympathetic first sergeant then assigned us to the same squad.
I wipe the sweat from my brow. It is instantly replaced as the hot sun beats down on me. One bead of sweat forms on the scar on my hairline and runs down my face, following my jawline down to my chin, where it hangs on stubbornly.
I reach up and wipe the sweat from the scar under my helmet, and shiver. My mind drifts for a split second to Mike. I close my eyes and swallow back the lump rising in my throat.
Another small shiver runs down my spine despite the heat. I have that feeling you get when you know someone is right behind you and then you turn around and no one is there. When I turn around, I see a car parked on the high overpass we usually cross.
My heart starts to beat a little faster and my palms start to sweat more than usual in this awful heat. “I don’t like that fucking car,” I say.
“What?” Mike yells over his shoulder without taking his eyes off of the cars impatiently waiting for us to allow them through.
“I said I don’t like that fucking car over there.” This time I point at it with my left hand and hold my rifle tightly in my right. “I mean, I have never seen a car parked on that bridge. We almost always cross that bridge. That would leave us nowhere to go but right next to it,” I yell with a frown. “Doesn’t that seem weird?”
“Yeah, it is weird,” Mike agrees with a shrug.
I glance up at Mike for a moment, just a split second and then back to the car.
“I’m telling you I have a really bad feeling—” The car explodes with a deafening roar, shattering the peaceful silence of the afternoon.
The blast lifts me off of my feet and throws me backward into the Humvee. My head slams hard into the door behind me, my helmet bouncing off with a thud. The world spins for a moment and goes dark.
About the Author
Seth Bleuer is an author and veteran who served combat tours in Iraq and Afghanistan. He currently lives near Seattle, Washington with his wife and kids, by way of the Midwest. When he’s not reading or writing he can be found playing in the mud at obstacle races with his wife, Amanda. To see what Seth is up to check out his very originally named website https://sethbleuer.wordpress.com/or find him on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/SethBleuerAuthor/