Archive for February, 2013
Inked Magazine
Inked rocks. They totally got the whole transformation theme and the idea of becoming.
Indigo: Ink to Blood
Announcing the release of my new fantasy novel, Indigo: Ink to Blood
Indigo is out at Amazon and Smashwords, and should be on the Apple Store, Kobo and the Barnes & Noble store in the next day or so.
I have so many people to thank I can hardly list them, but I will try to in just a bit. I am both grateful and absolutely in awe of my cover designer, Cheryl Taylor and cover artist Ken Taylor. And now, I need to pour some coffee, shovel some snow off the walk, and get moving on the second book in the series. If you like Indigo or have any comments at all, please let me know, or leave a review if you’re feeling generous! I’d love to hear from you.
Publish and Perish
Great article from back in December on NPR about self-publishing.
They’re a little late to the party if they just discovered that self-publishing is not vanity publishing, but then they go ahead and promote a vanity publication house — Archway, the You-Pay-We-Publish arm of Simon & Schuster.
The comments section is interesting. One poster claims that traditional publishing houses will keep your book in print by printing a copy or two every year via print-on-demand, just to hold their claim on the copyright. Is there any evidence that’s true, or is this just the latest ranting of the conspiracy theorist mob? No idea.
TerrorLand!!!
Pakistan is apparently planning to put up an amusement park at the site of Osama bin Laden’s former hideout.
Jihadworld? Deathtothegreatsatanland? With rides like ZeroDarkThirtyMountain.
There are many paths up crazy mountain, but they all reach the same, shrill, defensive, paranoid, inexplicable peak, and one way to tamp it down is to put a waterpark on top of it.
Apparently the Pakistani park “will include a zoo, water sports, a mini-golf course, rock climbing and paragliding”. Living in up-state New York I can tell you this plan makes way more sense than fracking, so you go, Pakistanis. I honor the space where your mini-golf meets America’s insane Creationism.
It’s a small world after all.