JOSEPH CANNON COOKE
Author, biker, occasional survivor of sordid and sundry adventures.
“a thoughtful and talented writer”
Joe is a clear and thoughtful writer of non-fiction, as well as a talented author of fiction. His novel Elysen is a vivid work whose scenes leap easily from the page and into the reader’s imagination.” -Ethan P
“pulls you in right from the beginning”
…I would definitely recommend Elysen to those who are just discovering this kind of literature. It's very smoothly written and pulls you in right at the beginning. —Kornelia Longoria for Reader Views (3/06)
“strong and compelling”
In modern fantasy, very few male authors have managed the task of writing truly strong and compelling female protagonists, yet Cooke does it with ease. —Theresa Derwin, book pleasures.com
“an amazing and inspiring speaker”
Joe has an incredible command of his material and makes a poignant impression on his audience…He's an amazing and inspiring speaker! —Tom Soma, painter and poet
“creative, diligent, reliable”
Joe is one of the best writers I've worked with. He is creative, diligent and reliable - and I love his writing style.
—Maria Patterson, Executive Editor RIS Media
“Good read for…the fantasy world of covens.”
Written from Jess’ point of view, the author, Joe Cooke, takes his time to thoroughly develop the story, laying the web of unanswered mysteries carefully.
“an important writer and educator”
Joe is an important writer and educator with a lot of helpful information for his readers. —Beth Black Award-Winning Writer
BOOKS
Bad-ass female warriors of all ages. Reluctant heroes with troubled pasts who fight cannibals and werewolves and ancient foes. Joe Cooke's fiction isn't stereotypical or formulaic. He brings his imagination and unique voice to new worlds and his characters come to life with beauty, ferocity, and all the flaws that make us human.
For two years, without success, I had been trying to produce a cinnamon roll that was soft, smooth and cuddly like a new puppy. But instead of getting a chewy, moist bakery roll, I kept getting something like a supermarket roll that seemed a little coarse and even dry – more like an old dog than a puppy.
Jackson rolled over and sighed. The sun beat in through the window, striking him across the eyes. He turned away from the window and toward the bedside table, where his precious Darlingtonia californica sat in her bed of sphagnum moss, waiting patiently for a wayward insect to come her way. The sunlight glistened on Darling’s spindly stalks, with their bulbous heads that reared up like swollen cobras. They were beautiful and sensual and deadly.
Now, Rich’s number one rule is no magic – and that includes curses and even innocent little tricks, but I remembered having some red stool in my younger days when I was really hooked on Indian cuisine, so the next day I marinated a big batch of chicken in Tandoori paste with a lot of extra red food coloring and baked it up for dinner. We all pooped red bricks for two days.
My father simply spills out of my mouth from time to time, causing me great embarrassment.
I hadn’t seen Dan in twenty years, and he had barely changed in all that time, while I have gone from a robust forty-something to a bald old version of Joe Sr., who, in fact, died just a few years ago with a full head of wavy white hair.
I said to Dan, “You haven’t changed a bit!”
And then the ghost of my father piped in, “Because you were an old guy when I met you!”
I could have crawled under the table and died.
I’m currently transitioning from my nth career as a college professor to a full-time fiction writer, and it’s a scary transition.
The moment I plunged into the deep, clear, and ice-cold water of the caldera, I became known to myself. The water was cathartic, an antiseptic to my wounded soul. It shocked the breath from my chest and needles of pain pierced what had been a fog surrounding my person in a protective shroud.
I have to rest frequently during the day since my bout with bone marrow cancer in 2018. I often lay on the couch with my feet up and play online Gin Rummy, so I’ve racked up a few games, and I keep thinking there are a lot of really good life lessons in this game. I think that’s why card games are so popular—because they reflect our lives in some way. From experiential learning to going all-in every once in a while, I’ve ruminated on at least eight different paradigms for living that also work well in playing rummy.
In Katie’s coaching business, she uses the visual of a big rubber band, stretched between your hands, with the right hand being your big goals and your left hand being current circumstances. It’s hard to hold that tension, Eventually, you have to either let go of your current situation and move toward your goals, or let go of your goals. She asks: How committed are you? Can you endure the pressure of holding onto your goals until reality catches up to them?
What’s your mindset in your day-to-day life? Are you looking at challenges as opportunities and mistakes and problems as learning experiences? Does a positive mindset really make a difference? Let’s find out!
“I like to imagine that the world is one big machine. You know, machines never have any extra parts. They have the exact number and type of parts they need. So I figure if the entire world is a big machine, I have to be here for some reason. And that means you have to be here for some reason, too.”
Think of some big goal you’ve achieved, like moving into a house, getting a college degree, buying your dream car, or any other goal you felt so strongly about that you overcame all obstacles and accomplished what seemed to be impossible. Then, say this out loud: “I never miss a goal that I am passionate enough about to pursue relentlessly.”
Any meaningful personal accomplishment depends on five crucial mindsets:
Forward-Facing | Mission-Driven | Goal-Focused | Solutions-Oriented | Allow-Accept-Appreciate
The key to achieving a dream that felt like a need, a deep longing like freedom or love or creating a school for marginalized children, or even a small goal like learning to ski or play music, was to let go—to detach from the outcome, to accept and allow.
We sat on the chair lift looking at the snow-covered mountain below us, our legs swinging, heavy with boots and skis. The icy, hard-packed snow wasn’t the best condition, but the sun was shining and it was warm and we’d left our coats in the lodge when we took a break in the late morning for breakfast burrito.
As the chair rose slowly up the mountain, Carter said “I just love New Mexico.”
“I do too,” I said.
I was holding that moment close to my heart, and I realized: there’s a day coming when I won’t be able to enjoy this anymore.
Intersections is a true story that reads like fiction. At the heart of it all is love, not just my love for another person, but learning to love and appreciate one’s self and one’s destiny.
…when I say, “I have arranged my life to be this way,” and when Katie and I combined say, “We have arranged our lives to be this way,” we only mean that we have made decisions, good or bad, that affect the things we can control.
Long distance riding is a relative thing. Before cancer, I rode 9 hours one day in a meandering, unplanned sojourn to see my dad and brother. …
An interview with Santa Fe author Joe Cooke on the writing life, the creative process, and the nuts and bolts of transforming ideas to finished products.
I’ve been writing novels seriously since the turn of the century (that sounds so weird) and my lifelong dream is to hit the New York Times best-seller list. As I close in on that dream, I want to record the journey here for the benefit of any who might be on various stages of a similar journey. My coach and mentor reminds me to reach back and lend a hand to those who follow, so that is what I am hoping to do here.
I saw an advertisement today, glossy and well-produced, about focus and getting things done. The man looked quite successful and showed his color-coded calendar, making the case that you should NEVER use a to-do list. Just calendar everything…
I got my third request for a full manuscript last week.
That morning I drew the “You Are the Oracle” card from a deck by author Rebecca Campbell. My question was, What can I do right now to achieve my dream of becoming a best-selling author?
Rolled into the garage on Thursday afternoon with exactly 1,141 miles on the trip odometer. I know a lot of people do that much in a couple of days, but that was a major accomplishment for me.
Life has its own way of doing things, but all in all, most things aren’t that dramatic, really.
When I was just a few years out of high school I had a Yamaha 650 motorcycle that I rode back and forth to Centralia Community College which was about 15 miles one way. I was just starting to study business even though I really wanted to be a writer. My parents said I could never support myself much less a family as a writer.
“She’s asking for ten million?” he asked.
Gabby said, “She wants to settle and get out. No alimony. Just child support, but that’s not contested. Did you bone her?”
“No, of course not. Husband is the controller of National Corn? What’s he draw down annually?”
Colder already had a tax form in his hand.
“Six hundred plus,” he said. “I should’ve just gone into corporate accounting. I’d be him by now. Big ass pension fund. House on the hill.”
“You have all that,” Gabby reminded him.
“Still,” Colder mused. “I’ll bet we work harder than he does.”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “Ten million seems steep.”
“She says he has it.”
“So, what do you need me for?”
“She wants to bring some pressure to bear on him.”