A Day in the Life of GC Brown

You want a behind-the-scenes look into my life? (Okay, but is it really “behind the scenes” when my social media team has me in your face 24-7? Yeah, I didn’t think so either. We will get to these people a little later.)

Anyway, hi, and welcome to my day….

Now my marketing teams would have me say things like I start each morning by doing this and that, all the glamourous and ritualistic stuff writers do to get the creative juices flowing. It’s a lie. Here’s the skinny…my twin boys are almost three weeks old, and I’ve already ruined them. 

For backstory: I’m used to getting up around 4–4:30 a.m. because, let’s face it, there is no other time of day when it’s that peaceful. My wife and I also have two other boys who are three and six, and they are boy-boys. And, of course, I am a child myself. So, the constant chaos starts by 6:15 a.m. and goes to 8:15 p.m.—if God answers my prayers. 

So now, for the past six days, here I am, up at predawn, antsy for my first mug of UpCup Koffee, to watch the sunrise and experience any new creative ideas that come in at this hour when the mind is fresh. 

The twins somehow hear me moving around. They start cooing (I’m a sucker for this). And they don’t stop—they’re like a couple of pigeons on the stoop—until I go over and rescue them from their kennel—I mean bassinet. I scoop them both up. Then I lay them on the changing table I swore we’d never use. I change, feed, and play with them to let Momma sleep a little more. 

Awe, sounds so nice, right…BZZZ.

Wrong. 

I’ve made the mistake of lying back down in the bed with them curled into me. Yesterday, Tristan spit up all over my neck, my t-shirt, the bed, my pillow. Hell, I found it in my ear an hour later while brushing my teeth. Like, where did all the puke come from? 

I’ll tell you: I apparently didn’t burp him correctly. 

Not the worst of offenses. 

Today, I burped them both correctly, according to instructions repeated to me thirty-six times by my lovely wife. However, I did not seal Trevor’s diaper correctly and ended up with number two on my arm, my t-shirt, and the clean bed sheets she’d just put on after yesterday’s mishap.

So again, glamorous?  I think not.

I’ve been relieved of certain duties. 

Silver linings? I think so.

Now, after I get through most of this new routine—the parts I’m qualified for—it’s time to start my day.

It begins with the only good-tasting mushroom coffee out there, which just so happens to be my own blend. A functional coffee that I’ve concocted with a couple of other ex-felons who have also turned their life around. But don’t worry…my non-ex-con li’l brother is running this show, as the last time I captained the corporate ship, I forgot to pay Uncle Sam, who took what he thought was due him in the form of sixteen years of my freedom.

Not to be repeated.

Insert shameless plug here: UpCup Koffee, “More Life in Every Cup,” hits the digital shelves on Black Friday. Headed to a retailer near you in early 2025. 

So, after slammin’ some great mushroom joe, I dive into writing with energy and enthusiasm, crafting plot twists and character drama that I hope keeps you up all night. And I stay at my desk, tapping away until my wife gives me those eyes, which I’m also a sucker for, and I shut it down to go spend time with her.

Yesterday, we capped off the evening with a slow dance in the kitchen to our wedding song, “Spin You Around,” with all four boys watching on. I’ve been told we are making this a thing going forward.

I’m pretty sure it’s been added to my calendar. 

If I sound excited, that’s because I’ve just had another cup of UpCup, “More Life in Every Cup.” And it’s also because I just so happen to be living my very best life! (My wife bet me I couldn’t manage to plug the coffee three times in this author newsletter. Get your money out, baby!) 

And that’s a day in the life at my fun house.

Okay, here’s where I have to acknowledge the people who make me shine: My Fantastic Team. 

I am grateful to have Devon Blaine and The Blaine Group, Inc. They are an award-winning Media and Public Relations company with 50 years of expertise. 

I balance their workload with Cindy Hyde, CEO of the Hyde Virtual Agency—my social media and online marketing team. Blame Cindy and Co. for keeping me in your feeds. They have me on 30 different platforms. You can try and hide, but we will find you! (Check out the very cool book trailer for SNIFF.)

And then there’s my editor, Lisa Cerasoli of 529 Books. She ensures that SNIFF and the rest of my books sparkle and everything stays on track. Lisa is also the senior vice president of Story Merchant Books, owned by Ken Atchity, and is responsible for my seven-book publishing deal. And to boot…she loves UpCup Koffee. “More Life in Every Cup.”

Hey, wifey…pay up!

Cheers to a dynamic and fulfilling life!

So, onto my first release.

The countdown is on! We’ve cranked up the suspense on our page—gcbrownbooks.com/sniff—to remind you that SNIFF is crashing onto Amazon on November 1, 2024. 

That’s just 49 days away! (9.12) If you’re not already buzzing with anticipation, what are you even doing?

Get Ready for SNIFF: a raw, suspenseful, unconventional, darkly comedic crime novel that kicks off the SNIFF, SMOKE, SHOOT series. This book was first penned in a federal prison on the inside of Saltine cracker boxes. 

As you can imagine, I’m ready to shake things up out here in the free world, and this is my instrument of choice. 

Trust me, you don’t want to be left out in the cold on this one.

Pre-order now at: https://amazon.com/author/gcbrown

Read the first four chapters of SNIFF FREE: gcbrownbooks.com/sniff