For a while now, I’ve started and ended each year with blog posts detailing my writing goals for that year. Making those goals public has been a way to both let you all know what’s coming and hold myself publicly accountable. Unfortunately, the whole thing has gotten a little bit stale. So, this year, I’m…
For the past few years, I’ve had numerous people reach out to me and ask about getting signed copies of my books, but I’ve always been more focused on writing the next book instead… or perhaps too daunted by the idea of dealing with e-commerce, storefronts, and shipping to want to even try.
It’s been ten days since One Tin Soldier‘s release, which somehow means Thanksgiving is less than a week away, Christmas is less than five, and it’ll be 2053 before we know it. As ever, time has no real meaning anymore. Still, it seemed like a good time to look back at the release and to…
I’ll have a longer post next week, with a retrospective on One Tin Soldier’s release, but I’ve had a number of people reach out to me already asking where the audiobook is. And rightly so! Our narrator, Joe Vernon, did a fabulous job with the first two books, and I really, really want to hear…
Today, roughly 1,882 days after I sent my angel-wife the initial opening to See These Bones, saying: ‘I don’t know… what do you think?’, the trilogy is finally complete.
With the release of One Tin Soldier just five days away, I thought it would be fun to once again share some quick, mainly ridiculous, stats about the book. All numbers provided here represent my best guesses after a less-than-careful review of the manuscript, and I reserve the right to be proven utterly incorrect by…
The last two days passed in a blur. Holding Tessa. Meditating out on the bench overlooking the Pacific. Eating the cupcakes Winter had made for Silt, Supersonic, and me, as if we were headed to our own funerals, already lost forever in the wind-stricken plains of the Badlands.
We had a week to get things together before Mammoth and the Mission left town. I spent most of it with Tessa, of course, each of us coming to grips with the reality that the next time we saw each other would be damn near Christmas.
I loathe being the center of attention. Maybe things were different back when my mom was still breathing, but if so, growing up in an orphanage had beaten the attention-seeker right out of me. Do what you have to, fight for what matters, and don’t back down from anyone, sure enough… but public speaking? Stepping out from the crowd, drawing every eye and sudden hushed whisper?
Not my idea of a party.
