Irony Out the Wrinkles

One of the great ironies I find myself faced with is that, as a writer, I am not terribly vociferous when it comes to writing things like letters, emails, texting, or Facebook status updates.  And as anyone who follows this blog knows, I don’t blog with frequency either.  Yet I wrote the Rune that Binds in a matter of weeks. I can write books relatively quickly, but I don’t really have a lot to talk about when it comes to me, and a blog or Facebook post is necessarily narcissistic, or at least egocentric.

Like the vacation photos you get conned into seeing on a person’s phone or at their house, I just don’t figure it’s as interesting to you as it is to me, and frankly as a person who isn’t terribly nostalgic (I have one photo album with maybe twenty pictures in it), it’s not terribly interesting to me either.  What happened yesterday, or even today isn’t the exciting stuff.  What happens tomorrow, that is what intrigues me.  The untapped potential of every tomorrow is so vast, so profound in how it will affect all our future yesterdays that I am always a little amazed we spend so much time looking back and so little time looking forward.

I often joke about how I built a time machine in the future, the idea of which strikes me as particularly funny, but when I tell the joke, it never gets a laugh. I’m the only one who thinks it’s funny, it seems.  I even wrote a short story about the concept, and why I think it’s funny.  Maybe the joke is too abstract, or maybe it just isn’t funny. I don’t know. The point is I don’t spend a lot of time writing the miscellaneous stuff, the stuff that already happened.  It doesn’t interest me, so I can’t imagine it interests anyone else. 

I know it does. We are a voyeuristic species, but I have a hard time picking out what is interesting to others.  It seems that in the age of the Internet a lot of people say a lot of stuff about a whole lot of nothing. Why do we obsess and care about who slept with whom?  What does it matter who is ugly or fat, who gained or lost weight, and so on?  These conversations fill the airwaves and dominate web pages, but they mean nothing. As Shakespeare said so eloquently, it’s all “sound and fury, signifying nothing.”

So what should I write about? Do I engage in the “sound and the fury.” Do I write about myself?  I despise a gossip, so the first is out. The second is dull as dirt.   Trust me, I know. So what is left to write about? What fascinates me aren’t people, but ideas, and I confess, for good or bad, I value a person for their ideas more than just about anything else.  Ideas enthrall and mesmerize me.  That an idea, a truth can not only exist but be recorded, this, for me, is one of the great experiences of being in a library or a bookstore.  To be surrounded by the distilled essence of thoughts and ideas, set on paper, one of the most fragile mediums we know of, is a transcendent experience.

If you’ve read The Rune that Binds or A Season of Storms,  you’ll see they’re littered with ideas. Whether you agree with them or not, they’re there.  The idea that evil is not ugly, the idea that there is a measure of compassion required for punishment to be justice; or that there are right and wrong philosophies and we should be careful about which ones we embrace,  the books are full of them, and while the characters make it interesting and relatable, it was the ideas that I wanted to explore. What is vengeance, and why isn’t it justice? For me, at least, these are better explored in stories than on websites. 

After all, what is an idea if not the expression of a powerful desire to know the truth?

Merry Christmas

I have been lax in updating the blog, as I post most of my updates on Facebook, and even that is less frequent than I like.  It’s been four months since A Season of Storms came out, and I’ve been working on book 3, with the working title of The Whisper of God (formerly the Faces of God).  It’s the holidays, of course, and there are plenty of distractions, but I’ve managed to put a few words down on the page.

I have resolved to write every day next year. I have a full time job to pay the bills, and it sometimes takes more of my time than I’d like, but I also like to eat and sleep indoors, so you know… there it is. 

That said, I wanted to take the time, an in the spirit of the season, thank all my fans. It still seems odd to me that I have fans, but I am grateful to everyone of you.  I don’t know if you realize that a few years ago, when The Rune that Binds was released, it was a desperate attempt to make money. I was out of work and nearly out of money. With almost no promotion by me, by word of mouth only, the book rose in just a few months to a point where it sat in the top 100 dark fantasy books on Amazon, and it was bringing in enough money to meet my needs.

I have been blessed, and I am mindful where that comes from. I know the second book took longer than many of you liked, and I have committed to writing more frequently so as to make sure the third book comes out in less time.

Once again, thanks to everyone who bought both the Rune that Binds, and A Season of Storms.  I can’t tell you how much it means to me.

Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year!

Jon Goff

A Season of Storms, the correct version

Those of you who have been following the blog or Facebook know the troubles I’ve been having with this version of the book. Technology is a wonderful thing, and the opportunity it gives authors to take unprecedented control of their work  is no small thing. It does, however, come with headaches, and this has been very true for me with the release of the second book.

Fortunately only 9 copies were sold before I realized that the wrong file was being pushed out to people who bought the book. I have since uploaded the correct version, but it isn’t pushing out to the individuals who bought it.

So, while Amazon has been great and very responsive, it still hasn’t resolved the issue. Consequently, I’m providing the file with the correct version for those of you who have bought the book.

This opens a chance for piracy, which I am hoping does not happen. Remember, if I don’t get paid there’s no incentive to write, and I am trusting everyone not to share this file, but to send those interested in getting a copy to Amazon so that I can get paid.

It took three years from book one to book two because I have to work and that means I can only write when I have time. Help me succeed by not sharing this with others who did not buy the book.



Now, on to business. To get to the download will require a few steps: Please email me with a screenshot of your order screen, which can be reached by going to the book’s page while logged in and go to the book page found here:

A Season of Storms

Once there, you’ll see an indication that you bought the book, and on what date.  There’s a link that allows you to see the order if you click on it.


This will take you to a page where you’ll see your order. Send me a screenshot at the following address and I’ll reply with your fixed copy.


Please use the following email to request your corrected copy.  Thanks