STANDING IN THE STORM, The Many Worlds of William Alan Webb

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Next week will see the launch of my first fantasy book and first in my new series, Sharp Steel and High Adventure. The first entry is titled Two Moons Waning, and is a rousing tale inspired by Robert E. Howard and Fritz Leiber, but with my own twisted twists. If you don’t have at least as much fun reading it as I had writing it, then I’ll be shocked!

Shortly thereafter we’ll launch the second book in the series, titled The Queen of Death and Darkness. This was the title of my very first novel, written in the mid 1980’s on a succession of typewriters. (Yes…typewriters.) Parts of this story are lifted wholesale from that unpublished work because I was so impressed with them I couldn’t believe that I wrote them! But the rest is all brand new and contains some of my best work. I’m inordinately proud of it, and don’t care that I just used an adverb.

So now, without further ado, let me reveal the cover for this second entry. I have to tell you that I’m stoked at how it turned out.



Cover Reveal for TWO MOONS WANING!

The first novella in my featured series Sharp Steel & High Adventure comes out soon, and the cover is finished! Very proud of how it turned out!


Please let me know what you think of it.


LIFEENDERS Fragment from 1999

I finally found the disc containing all of my digitized work from earlier times. There’s a lot on here, some of which I might eventually finish, but this fragment has a particular lineage that I’d forgotten.

During the heyday of AOL message boards, before they committed suicide by eliminating the boards and thereby giving nobody a reason to visit AOL anymore, among the reading boards was one called Hardboiled. The list of authors posting there on a regular basis is staggering.

Robert Crais, Randy Wayne White, James W. Hall, Robert Randisi, SJ Rozan, Harlan Coben, John Gilstrap, Laura Lippman, Max Allan Collins and literally dozens more. There were more famous authors on the board than there were fans. It was amazing.

For a while, James Hall (or Just Jim, as he insisted on being called), wrote a tongue-in-cheek short story every holiday about hardboiled PI James Holliday. I was inspired by these stories to write one of my own, not a Holliday story but in the same vein, and what I came up with was Lifeenders. This is the only fragment that survives, but I thought you guys might like it anyway.

This little bit dates from April, 1999. And who knows? Maybe one day I’ll finish it.


The blonde was bleached, like raptor bones frozen in Cretaceous mud. The guy was fleshy, his jowls sagging like warm bread dough. Jewels glittered on most of their twenty fingers. They both smelled nice, like those French milled soaps hotels put in the little baskets in the bathrooms.

“You have read the contract, I assume?” I said. “You know my fees?”

“The terms are acceptable, the money is no problem,” he said with a dismissive wave.

“So who do you want dead?” I asked, leaning back in my old swivel chair and firing up a smoke. The man glanced to either side, as if he could spot my hidden cameras and microphones, and wiped his generous forehead with a handkerchief.

“Exactly how confidential is this conversation?” he asked. I pointed to the twin frames holding my license and my certificate of membership in the North American Life-Enders Association.

“I’m bound by the ethics of my profession and my organization,” I said. “As well as all applicable laws. It’s as confidential as the doctor-patient, lawyer-client privilege. It’s all spelled out in the contract.”

“Well, you see, it’s just that we’ve heard…heard things. People like you who carry out the contract, then inform the victim’s family who hired you. Drumming up business, so to speak.”

Assassins, by and large, are a live-and-let-live sort, slow to anger. Ours is not a business that lends itself well to quick displays of emotion. But what Mr. Delvin, that was his name, what he was insinuating was the deepest insult someone in my profession can suffer.

I narrowed my eyes theatrically. “I don’t usually do pro-bono work,” I said in a low voice. “Don’t tempt me to change my mind, Mr. Delvin.”

He blanched and rose from his chair, mopping at a new round of sweat. “Your pardon, sir. I’m not very good at this sort of thing. I meant no offense.” He began inspecting the books I keep on my shelves to impress clients, nervously distracting himself from his faux pas, and stopped at the same one they all stop at, the one with the famous name on the spine. He looked at me curiously.

“It’s signed by the author,” I said. “In 1925. A first edition. He wasn’t very famous then and the book is mostly gibberish. Nobody bought it.”

“You’re a Nazi?”

“I’m a collector. It’s my retirement fund. Can we return to the business at hand? Who is the victim?”

After another hesitation the blonde settled the issue. “What’s the matter with you, you idiot? Tell him.”

Delvin sat back down reluctantly. “My daughter,” he said. “God help me, I want you to kill my daughter.”


Kids die all the time. Car wrecks, meningitis, freak accidents on the playground. A 9 year old boy playing baseball truck in the chest by a pitch. He keeled over, dead. The ball wasn’t thrown hard enough to break a window, yet it struck him in just the right spot at just the right time, interrupted the electrical impulses from brain to heart, and that was that.

Hiring to have one killed, however, is a different matter altogether. I’ve met a number of children in my life that under the right circumstances I thought should have been killed. It’s probably just as well that I wasn’t working during those times.

Leonard Acretius Delvin was having money problems of the sort that have plauged short, dumpy men with gorgeous wives for centuries: keeping them in diamonds. And fancy cars, expensive vacations, the whole gamut of the Sugar-Daddy scene. Lila, her name, and the first person actually named Lila I’d ever met, was his third wife and not the girl’s mother. She was better looking than most third wives and certainly more expensive than average. The bills had mounted while the cash reserves dwindled. Something had to give, and it did, in the form of Leonard Delvin’s backbone.










Sharp Steel and High Adventure

It won’t be long now before I achieve another lifelong ambition; publishing fantasy stories set on Reven, my created world.

A week ago I turned in the finished artwork for the first story, Two Moons Waning. My cherished friend Shannon Ortberg, @tinedanxer, is working feverishly to finish the cover for A Night At The Quay, which only left the middle story needing cover art.

The Queen of Death and Darkness is the second oldest story in this milieu. The plot is mostly new, but I did lift elements of it from my first (unpublished) novel, The Quest For The Mines Of Argent. The lesson here is to never delete or throw away rejected prose. You never know when you can reuse the good parts.


Thirty thousand words and counting

Several of you fine folks have asked about the third book in the Last Brigade series, when it might be released and a potential title. So here’s a fast update. I can’t write much, because I’m not working on the book to write this. I need to get back to it.

Today I passed thirty thousands words of what will likely be a one hundred thousand word book, if not longer. There’s a certain inertia that happens once you pass the initial stages of writing a book where scene begets scene and the ideas come so fast you can’t keep up. At least, that’s how it works for me.

The working title has changed a number of times, so let us know if you like the current one, Standing At The Vortex. I think it perfectly describes how the book will play out.

So, there you have it, a couple of flashes from the front lines. See you soon!


3 at once

Not that.


Today I’ve written parts of three different books. I didn’t plan it this way, it’s just how my mind works. Or doesn’t work.

Inspired by suggestions from my street team and in brain-storming with the world’s best publisher, Gunnar Grey, the plot points for Book 3 of The Last Brigade are really coming together. As the series goes on the stories become bigger, because the 7th Cavalry’s influence spreads and they encounter new friends, and new enemies. I keep getting ahead of myself writing it because I’m so excited by where it’s going. October 1 is the target date for release.

Meanwhile, the fantasy stories are coming along nicely. The publisher has a semi-edited version of Two Moons Waning, the first of the four novellas I’m working on. Today I worked more on The Queen of Death and Darkness, the second one. It’s 95% written, I’m just doing some back fill and minor editing. A Night at the Quay is about 98% finished, with one minor scene change to write. The last one, The Demon in the Jewel, is about 20% done.

And the third book is my WW2 history of the Battle for Austria in 1945. Still without a final title, I’ve cranked it back up in a big way and made a lot of progress. Now I’ve got to write a synopsis, which I dread.

So that’s a fast update for now. As always, if you have any questions just ask me!



Zero to Hero: My 8 Months From First Draft To Top Seller

I’ve just completed the first draft of a short new book, Zero to Hero: My 8 Months from First Draft to Top Seller.

When my first book launched last August 17, Standing The Final Watch, a number of long-term friends wanted to know how I came to write a book so fast.


To me, writing both Standing The Final Watch and Standing In The Storm back-to-back seemed to have taken years, whereas it really only took thirteen months. Now, for some writers that is agonizingly slow. But I hadn’t written any fiction in thirty years, much less two novels, and compared to my usual output it was a whirlwind.

Anyway, I tried to explain what all I did but it just never seemed clear, even to me. What exactly had I done? Then I focused on the final eight months leading up to publication and it was all a blur.

So for those interested I created a timeline, did my research and wrote an account of what I did and when, all leading up to publication day. I also want non-writers to get some taste of what it’s like to be a fiction writer in today’s saturated, hyper-fast market.

Challenging would be an understatement.

I’m hoping to finalize it and get it published within the next two weeks.


The Little Indie That Could

I’m sure some people are tired of reading about how well my book is doing on Amazon. I get it. Enough, already!

Today’s blog is for other writers who are out there bashing their heads against the literary wall, be they published or not. 9 months ago I was a nobody, this website didn’t exist, I didn’t have a publisher and nobody knew me on twitter.

I don’t have an agent. That’s right, no agent. If you read my blog you know that dozens of them turned me down. Heck, one snotty freelance editor even made fun of my entry in a twitter contest. But I knew more than they did, I knew me.

Then I found the greatest publisher I could have asked for, who loved my book as much as I did. Dingbat Publishing was a God-send for me, and yours it out there, too.

As I write this Standing The Final Watch has achieved its highest ranking yet, roughly top 0.4% on Amazon. It may well go down from here, or I guess it could go up some more, but either way the message I have to convey remains clear: you can do it!

(Since starting this blog half an hour ago, it has risen another 500 spots…this is surreal.)


But the whole point is this: if I can do it, so can you. It’s hard, yes, and you have to learn a lot and go through a bunch of disappointments, but you can still do it. You may even have someone mock you in public during a twitter event, but ignore them. No matter how many rejections you get, you’ve got to be the little indie that could.

I’m not a NYTimes bestselling author (yet). I’m a guy who rose through the ranks of twitter, and am watching others do it, too. Whoever you are, whatever you write, if I can be successful, so can you.



When I wrote this book (and its sequel), I had certain actors in mind for both descriptions and voices. I also wrote it as cinematic as my skills would allow. So here’s my dream cast for Standing The Final Watch when it becomes a movie.

Nick Angriff – Although he’s a little old to be Nick, and his accent would need to soften into that of a Virginian, the best man for the job is #TomSelleck. He has the gravitas to take on the role of breathing new life into a dead nation.

Norm Fleming – From the very beginning I had #DennisHaybert in mind for this role. Not only do I love his take on characters as an actor, but this physical presence, steady demeanor and melodious voice make him the perfect opposite for Tom Selleck as Nick.



Dennis Tompkins – I had trouble picturing the perfect actor for this role, until about three days ago when the perfect choice popped into my brain. #SamElliott has to be the choice. Elliott has both the stature to be believable as a man who survived fifty years in the wreckage of the country, while keeping his ‘aw shucks’ Alabama country-boy side. The interplay with the above two would be incredible.


Tom Steeple – This role requires an actor with the gravitas to be believable as the top officer in the U.S. military, but also be charismatic enough to influence a very angry Tom Selleck (as Nick Angriff). My choice? #EdHarris. I think the scene with interplay between the two would be incredible with those two actors confined in the small space where it takes place.



Green Ghost – Well, this is pretty simple. There’s only one person who could pull off this role, right? And no, it’s not Tom Cruise. (No offense Tom, it’s an age thing.) The best pick is #JasonStatham as the leader of Task Force Zombie, aka The Nameless.


Next time we’ll get to the other characters, and if you’re wondering where all the females are, just wait for Standing In A Metal Storm!


Holy snikees, people!

This blog post is to thank all of you, my friends and readers. You are awesome! lists some 1.2 million Kindle titles available. (Some sources say 1.4 million) As of this writing, Standing The Final Watch is ranked in the top .7% of all titles.


Holy wow, Batman!

If this measured the wealth of the richest 1%, I would be far ahead of Donald Trump. It’s crazy.

The reviews have so far been over-the-top great and I am truly humbled by the appreciation shown for my work. But I can’t take total credit for the end result.

Wife Kathy has endured my writing for more than thirty five years, and without her support none of this could have happened. She has my eternal love and gratitude for this ‘I don’t get it but at least you don’t play golf’ understanding, stretched over four decades.

Laura Turner of California believed in me from the very start, giving critical encouragement and advice when this book was a newborn needing a mom. Without her it would likely not exist in finished form.

Britt Linder was the best beta reader a writer could hope for. The prologue and first four chapters did not exist before Britt asked why these events were referred to, but not written. My answer?


Tanya Marshall, Jim Irvine and a host of others gave encouragement at just the right moment, when my emotional batteries ran low and I needed a final push. I have left out many people and I can only pray they understand this was not meant as a slight.

The first publisher to offer me a contract (you know who you are) verified to me that the work could stand alongside the other great books available. I have every faith we will work together on a future project, as his imprint is headed for greener pastures.

Lastly, I’m remiss if I don’t give a huge dollop of credit to J. Gunnar Grey, founder of Dingbat Publishing. She is an amazing writer in her own right, you should check out her books, but as a copy editor I cannot imagine anyone better. I would suggest you hire her to edit your book, but I’m selfish. I don’t want you to. I want her working on my next one.

Please spread the word about STFW. I need the help, and the publisher needs a reason to bring Book 2 to market as soon as possible. I don’t like to twist their arm, but I don’t mind if you do.

So thank you all for your support! May God bless each and every one of you!


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