Welcome to the new John Meyer Books website! And I can honestly say this extensive rebuild is completely powered by Divi (by Elegant Themes). I'm sure you've heard of it. According to its own website, it's "more than just a WordPress theme, it's a completely new...
"How did you come up with the title?" All my books contain an alliteration indicating the book's themes and settings along with the prime location of the story. ("Bullets, Butterflies, and Italy": the threat of violence, the first stirrings of new love, and... Italy)...
"Book #3 Now Has a Title!" This Friday, I return to Spain for the second part of my research trip for book #3 - although this time I'm trading in the peaceful and pastoral Camino de Santiago for the louder and more libertine Ibiza (along with Mallorca and Gibraltar)....
Well, the news is: "Bulls, Bands, and London" is now available - with paperback and e-book versions (Kindle, Kobo, Apple, Barnes & Noble, etc.)! Just check my homepage for all the info on how to purchase your copy - or head over to Amazon.ca - or any one of your...
"Bullets, Butterflies, and Italy: The Subtle Art of Selling Books" Saturday mornings in downtown Toronto, I invariably buy the Globe & Mail newspaper from some newsstand and eat a sizeable breakfast at one of the six or seven bars & restaurants in my...
Watching the recent Golden Globe Awards, I couldn't help but feel a little bit jealous. And it had nothing to do with all the rabid attention and all the fawning praise and all the shiny golden trophies. But after hearing actor after actor - Hugh Jackman, Jennifer...
The beginning of December is always an awkward time of the year for me. It gets so dark so early in the evening that soon I'll be heading home without the sun and waking up without it too. Then there's the whole Christmas hustle and bustle. "Are you ready for...
The lasting image of a male writer is that of a socially awkward man sitting at his desk with stacks of books crowding his space and rings of cigarette smoke swirling above his head. Well, I don't smoke, so there goes that theory. It's true that many nights do seem...
Sunday began early for me - like three-thirty in the morning early when the DJ/bartender/drug dealer who lives below my condo decided to throw another one of his impromptu, late night parties. He’s very astute at throwing shindigs on nights when I need to get up...