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Release Day


Today is the release of the long-awaited first book of a brand new series I’m writing. Wraithkin is out and available in both print and e-format, and the early reviews is that all my hard work has come to fruition with this book. Run and buy, share, talk about it. Publicity never hurt a writer.

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Book 1 of the Kin Wars Saga

Cover Reveal!


Isn’t it pretty? It’s so pretty!

For this cover I managed to land the freakishly talented J. F. Posthumus to do the cover of the upcoming historical zombie story, The Dead of Babylon. It will be released on December 18th, just in time to satisfy your holiday horrorific cravings (even though it’s set about 3000 years ago and sometime in fall, and has nothing to do with Christmas whatsoever, but don’t bother me with details right now…).

All rights reserved. Copyright 2014, Bad Moon Books

All rights reserved. Copyright 2014, Bad Moon Books

Edit: I should probably add that despite my initial “It’s gonna be free!” statement, I was reminded that I am paying a mortgage now and really need to make more money as a writer. So it’ll be available for $0.99. Huzzah. 

On Reviews For Authors


So at a very odd hour late last night, I went ahead and wrote a review over at Shiny Book Review. To say that it was an adventure is an understatement. Reputedly, this author has a history of lashing out at reviewers, so we’ll see just how interesting things get around here.

I mentioned elsewhere that the ideal author response to any review is a “thank you for writing a review”. That should be it. Drop mic, exit stage left, fade to black. For some reason some authors feel the need to tell the reviewer that what they read was not what was written, and they missed subtle nuances, etc. Word of advice: if the reviewer missed it, then it’s possible it wasn’t there in the first place.

Nobody knows the story and the characters as well as the author, and it’s completely understandable to see something that the reader does not because you know the characters and story so much better. It’s okay, really. However, lashing out and yelling at book reviewers (or going creepy cyber stalker, like this author did) is not the way to go. You are a professional now, damn it. Try and remember that, even if your Twitter feed is nothing but hyperbole and pictures of lattes (nothing wrong with either, actually).

 

No Time


T-minus five days and counting until Honorcon.

You might be wondering what panels I’ll be doing, or what I plan on talking about, but you may be surprised to know that I’m actually working this convention for The Official Honor Harrington Fan Association. Being the Volunteer Coordinator is, well, a job that nobody wanted so I volunteered (ha!). It’s been an eye opener, and I’ll definitely remember how hard the concom works leading up to any con that I will attend in the future. It’s not like I’m a difficult guest (at least, I don’t think I am… I have almost no requests for anything except a free ticket for my handler), but it’s always good to keep in mind the hard work that goes into running a convention.

Other than that, still writing, still reading various books and trying to find the time to review them. I have both Shattered Shields and The Baen Big Book of Monsters to review, plus a couple of Irene Radford novels. It’s not that I don’t want to review them, really. It’s just that I don’t have the time right now. Between finalizing the purchase of the new house and wrapping up Murder World: Kaiju Dusk and the con, time seems to have just zipped away. Ooh, there it went again!

However, Barb did manage to review Michael Z. Williamson’s Freehold over the weekend (one of my favorite books of all time). I don’t think she was as enamored as I with the book, but she still gave it a very positive review. She’s pretty much carrying Shiny Book Review right now, for which I’m extremely grateful (how she finds the time is beyond me).

Of course, while complaining about a decided lack of spare time, I volunteered to help out with the Youth Bake Sale at church…

Also, the lack of time has been the primary reason I haven’t written anything about #GamerGate yet. I keep meaning to but then life happens, as it usually does, and internet fighting usually takes a backseat to real life for me. I might finally write up something next week, maybe. No promises. People are going to call me a “Johnny Come Lately” (they still use that phrase, right?), but whatever. I have more important things to worry about.

Like finding the time to finish this damn book.

Speaking of, there’s still time to purchase Murder World: Kaiju Dawn and help support My Generous Lords, the Great and Terrible Kittehs! in their world domination scheme.

Murder World: Kaiju Dawn - Published 2014

Murder World: Kaiju Dawn – Published 2014

Too Stubborn


Air! I can breathe!

In all seriousness, it feels like I’ve been drowning in my writing the past few months. Ever since Eric and I wrapped up Kaiju Apocalypse III, it seems like my head has been underwater when it comes to writing. I may have burned myself out a bit (writing 4 books in 4 months will do that to anybody) and needed a break, but I proscribe to the “Monday through Friday, 8:00 – 3:00” writing schedule. You know, treating it like a job? It’s a good habit to get in to, quite frankly. But because of my schedule, and the fact that I mentally cringe anytime someone says “kaiju” around me, I’ve been writing utter dreck lately. This is while I’m trying to prepare the first two Christian Cole novels for publication (The Green Jewel and The Midnight Crew) and get a few short stories I owe to John Manning off to him (which I haven’t done yet, FYI), and help promote an anthology which just came out that I have the first story in (Terror By Gaslight, which has the first Tobias Fox story in it, Nightwalker).

That’s… a lot. I can see why my creativity has been flat-lining as of late.

Today, however, I woke up sort of refreshed. I didn’t sleep particularly well, but it felt as if a cloud over my motivation had lifted. Of course, I’m a little pissed off at the states of Colorado and Virginia right now, and hate and anger usually fuels my writing, so there is that. But for the first time in awhile I’m able to actually sit down and focus on writing itself, and not simply putzing around pretending to be a writer (other writers know what I’m talking about). It’s produced some decent material, most of which will make it into the final submitted piece.

I’ve also been informed that, due to the high sales of the Kaiju Apocalypse trilogy, combined with the surprising success of Murder World: Kaiju Dawn, I am no longer eligible to enter the “Writers of the Future” contest. Now, considering that I’ve never entered it any way, nor really considered entering seriously (those are some good damn writers, while I’m… meh), receiving that email was sort of surprising. I was wondering if it was a scam of some sort, but it seems to be legit, which brings me to the next question: who really gives a crap enough about me to be preemptive like that? Flattering, yeah, but spooky all the same.

I’ll have the second Murder World book (Murder World: Kaiju Dusk) ready by… Christmas? Which means publication in February? Hard to say right now. There is a lot going on in the publishing world that is making me a little nervous. And if I’m nervous, mid-listers who rely on writing as their only source of income have to be absolutely terrified. I know I would be, if I wasn’t so shallow and carefree in nature (heh).

No word on either Hand of God  or Wraithkin yet. I was hoping to hear something about the former by now, and I expect to hear something about the latter in the next few months. In the meantime, I’ve been toying around in the Wraithkin universe and am coming to realize that I created one complex universe, quite by accident. If someone ever says that I must really know politics to create such a nation like the Dominion of Man, I’m going to apologize and start laughing.

There was some other serious stuff I was thinking about talking about, then I remembered that I have an article due for the Mad Genius Club this Friday, so I figured I could save it for that. Nothing political (I think), more of a “this is cool” kind of thing. Who knows, maybe someone will learn something?

Won’t be me, though. I’m too stubborn to learn.

Meet the Character — Vincente Huerta


(I was tagged in this by Amanda S. Green. She introduced her favorite character, Ashlyn Shaw, star of Vengeance From Ashes, here.)

As I walked into the bar, I began to wonder just what the hell I was getting myself into this time. Sure, I’m the author, and I create these people, but some of them seem to be able to slip the reins and run around without proper supervision. Vincente Huerta, the main character from Murder World: Kaiju Dawn, ship captain, smuggler, and all around pain in the ass, was one of those characters. He was brash, arrogant, and really needed to be smacked in the mouth. Unfortunately, this interview called for just one character, so there was no Jasmine to help me keep him in check. Which was a shame, really. I could use some backup when dealing with guys like him. It keeps me from killing them.

I spotted him fairly easily. He looks just as I figured he would: slightly overweight, thinning hair, in dire need of a shave. Taller than I expected, though, and much bluer eyes than any man with that Hispanic-sounding of a name should have. Contacts, perhaps? I wouldn’t put it past him.

He looked up as I approached. I almost grabbed a nearby bar stool and hit him right there. I have no idea why, I just did. He had this… smugness about him that I desperately wanted to beat out of him. I mean, seriously. He gives off that “I’m an ass, beat me with a baseball bat” vibe. For once I understand what a Charisma roll of 8 is really like.

“You’re late,” he told me. I looked at my phone, confused.

“No, I’m right on time,” I countered.

“In my line of work, if you’re on time, then Customs gets you. Always be early.”

What a load of crap. I’m being lectured to by my own creation. I seriously need to kill this asshole off.

I joined him in the booth and watched him pound back a shot of bourbon. Cheap bourbon, I’ll add. The man hasn’t found much work lately, and times were lean, even for the most effusive of alcoholics. I ordered water from the passing waitress, who nodded in my direction before sending a scalding look at Vincente. I smiled. Nice to know that I wasn’t the only one who wanted to smash his face in.

“So what did you want to talk to me about?” he asked.

“Well, for starters, tell me about your past.”

“Nothing interesting there.”

I pull out my notepad and look it over. “Considering I have your life story right here, I’d say that you were lying.”

“If you have everything, then why are you bugging me about this stupid interview?”

I swear to God I’m going to break his nose.

“Look, Vincente… I just want to hear it from you. For instance, I have you being married twice. That caused some consternation with me, since I don’t think that was meant to be.”

“Tell me about it. We managed to null that marriage less than ten hours after it happened. Glad that woman agreed.”

“Which woman?” I asked. “Mooney?”

“No, not her,” he growled. “The other.”

“Come on Vincente,” I prodded. “What’s her name?”

“You’re the damned writer, you spoil the sequel.”

He had me there. I hated spoilers. Especially when they were my fault.

“Okay fine. We’ll try talking about something else then. Tell me about your ship.”

For the first time, he takes an extreme interest in the interview. “My ship? She’s beautiful. I converted the interior holds into airtight, individual storage bays and added an armored personnel carrier for those smuggling rendezvous where I might get shot at. She’s got the best communications ‘net on the market, and that includes the black market, and my engineer can get her into skip space with hardly a bump. She’s the real deal. You looking to rent her out?”

“No, not really.” I was sort of confused by his response though. I was pretty sure that he no longer had the Fancy and was, in fact, in the market. But then again, the guy is a born liar.

“A shame. I need the money,” he said as he began to slide out of the booth. I looked at him, surprised.

“Where are you going? I have a few more questions to ask you.”

“Sorry chief, gotta run. My permit’s about to expire and this here rock doesn’t do credit the way they used to. Plus, I think I owe the dockmaster money.”

I watched him walk away and I couldn’t help feeling that I’d gotten the shaft. Sure, he answered a few questions, but this wasn’t what I had been hoping for. I wanted to have my readers get to know him, and instead–

“Here’s his tab, sir,” the waitress slipped me Vincente’s bill as she passed by. “He said you’d take care of it.”

Son of a bitch. I hate that guy.

On Sale Now


There are some nice deals going on this week.

Kaiju Apocalypse is currently on sale for only $0.99. This is would be the perfect time to get the first book in the series and try it out and see if it’s up your alley.

Kaiju Apocalypse - Published 2014

Kaiju Apocalypse – Published 2014

Also on sale is Murder World: Kaiju Dawn for only $0.99 as well. You really might want to grab this gem, since it has one of my favorite characters of all time in it. We’re still writing the follow up books to this, but rest assured that the sequel will be out this year.

Murder World: Kaiju Dawn - Published 2014

Murder World: Kaiju Dawn – Published 2014

Come on, what are you waiting for? For less than two bucks you can get two exciting Kaiju novels.

Influences


I was looking over my map of Weslande (my fantasy world I’m building around the story of I, Godslayer) and I saw that I had made a massive cathedral made of crystal in the middle of a vast desert. I was sort of surprised (I don’t remember doing it, but I make so many maps I wouldn’t be surprised if I did it while half-asleep) and started thinking about other maps I’ve made over the years. Since I’m a pack rat with regards to notebooks and such (I have almost 80 notebooks with random story ideas, notes, city designs, etc), I figured I’d go check to see how many maps have some sort of crystalline cathedral mentioned. When I got done going through them all, uh… yeah.

Every. Single. One.

Wow. Talk about commitment.

But then I started thinking about my childhood, and what influences subtly guided me to add some sort of cathedral like this. It was pretty obvious in hindsight.

Growing up in group homes, I never had a sort of geographical or architectural “anchor” to a place. 26 groups homes in 7 years will do that to you. But while I bounced around from home to home, there was one home I usually ended back at (albeit for a brief time only). I think I ended up there about 10 times. It was also my first ever “group home”, a place that was (once) called The Albert Sitton Home (funny story: when I first arrived there, I was confused and wasn’t sure what was going on (I’d been yanked from school). When the intake staff told me the name of the place, I got upset. I said “You mean all you do here is sit?!” I was a very literal sort of kid). I don’t remember much about the place the first time I was there except that it was the first time I was really fed well. I also remember being able to look out my dorm window and seeing, faintly, this large glowing tower with a blinking light on top of it.

For a kid who was seriously messed up in the head and nobody offering any sort of explanation (I knew what had happened, and how bad it had hurt, but I thought it happened to every kid and didn’t quite grasp why I was being punished… as I said, things were really messed up back then), this grand tower in the distance offered… an escape? It’s hard to explain. So I dreamed of living on top of the tower and eating whatever I wanted. I could play with whatever toys I wanted and not have them taken away by the other kids and broken. I could play in the sand with little toy soldiers and not have a bunch of vatos pour gasoline on my face because they were bored and the white-looking kid was an easy target.

Basically, I could be safe.

But a funny thing happened as I grew older. I went to another group home, then somewhere else, then went back to Albert Sitton Home. Only now it was the Orangewood Children’s Home, and I couldn’t see the tower from the new building. I could still see the glowing light, which I knew was now a warning light for planes and helicopters. The tower actually had a real name as well (the Crystal Cathedral), but it still held that magical allure for me. That tower always seems to be in land I base a story in (whether I mention it or not) and it always is a place of sanctuary, no matter what I call it or think of it.

I have other influences which color my writings as well (not everyone who is nice to the good guy is a good guy, for example), but the cathedral is by far the most influential.

 

 

Positive Reviews…


…for Murder World: Kaiju Dawn keep pouring in.

I would happily recommend Murder World to anyone looking for a quick, pulpy read that is both action-packed and witty. I certainly had a lot of fun with it!

Yeah, good reviews. Let them spring forth!

Good Enough


Before you freak out and grab your pitchforks, I’m hard at work on Murder World: Kaiju Dusk. Really, I am. It’s coming along nicely, and I think everyone will be pleased to know that Captain Vincente and his crew is back for a second round. Eric and I should have this novel done by the end of July. In the meantime, you can still pick up a copy of Murder World: Kaiju Dawn on Kindle for a mere $0.99. That’s way less than a cup of coffee, and less than a reprocessed cheese and “pink stuff” burger from a fast food restaurant. So pick up a copy of the book instead of another greasy cheeseburger. Your intestines will thank you.

That was a short pitch. Huh. Maybe I should try to offer something more? Ehh…. no, I think that’s good. A $0.99 book. Yeah. Good enough.