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Lots of snow last week. Not much of it, but it snowed half a dozen times, then mostly melted off. Got about a half inch left out there in a few places right now. Outside temp reads 40F, which is way better than the 22F it was last week at this time.

Writing all morning after going out for breakfast. We had a footprint of snow here, but nothing even half a block south. Dry road when I hit the bottom of the driveway, though I came back the other way and it was messier.

No shooting. Too damned cold. Too windy. Didn’t sleep all that well, so playing with sharp things less than smart.

Also have to run into town in a little bit and buy a plumbing snake.

Last night, took a nice, hot bath. Then the drains started gurgling and I had water backing up into the sink (but not out), the toilet (same) and both the tub and the shower basin.

Went out in the cold night and popped the lids on the septic tanks. Looks like I have a plug somewhere. Did a few things and got things draining, but we’re still hinky today. Hoping the snake knocks it all loose again and I don’t have to call out a plumber to deal with something.

Also planning to start sending Kickstarter surveys later today. Learning how that works. Looks easy enough, but I’ll have a lot of work doing fulfillment.

On the brighter side, folks should be able to start reading Flight Of the Corsac Fox pretty soon. (If you don’t have a bookfunnel account already and backed, you should just go ahead and sign up for one right now, as that’s how I will do it. Everyone will get books put into their library, so they can download and sideload on their own schedule.)

Writing: Corsac Fox #3 is at 44k. Just past halfway (target: 80k). Multiple threads going, because I have a lot of space to work with. #3 and #4 will be kind of a duology, setting up a problem and mostly resolving it, while foreshadowing the bigger problem. And heading everyone into yet bigger problem.

Today is the 27th. Calendar says I will be sending out the latest story to everyone Thursday night. Deep Space Sea Monsters. Not sure where it goes, but I had to write it, ya know?

Next little bit I plan to work on, maybe this week, is a one-off dystopian piece, plus a new Action-Adventure/Thriller character that needs an origin.

Matt was successful with the Thrill Ride Magazine’s kickstarter, so it will go out to everyone in March and I’ll even get paid. (Like 1c per word, I think, but money’s money, and Matt will get this in the hands of some big-time thriller reviewers, so maybe someone finds me.)

I know the themes for Year Two, so I have started planning those. Not sure what order I’ll write them, because #5 is utterly a Fatima and Chloe story (“Sisters In Arms”). #6 might be this new character, as it is tailor-made for a James Bond pastiche/knockoff superspy (“Gadgets”) and I had a bit of inspiration this past weekend talking about the end of the Daniel Craig Era as Bond and how they have to recalibrate everything.

I’m guessing they reboot the character entirely, and start with either new stories, entirely ignoring the Fleming et al canon. Some of those stories are horribly dated, considering he published them all between 1953 and his death in 1964, with two published posthumously.

The world of high-tech and seduction has…”moved on a bit” from what Fleming knew, 60-75 years ago.

So y’all might get to see the origin story that will help me flesh out this new character. Then I can turn him loose for Matt for 1-3 short story submissions for The Thrill Ride in the fall, with the next kickstarter running in February again.

Am through 11 of the Last Stand books, with the need to write #12 soon. And I promised a few folks the next Science Officer book, so that’s on the list.

Still adjusting to a world where I’ve removed 30-40k words from my monthly count. However, the sewing is going well. And the music is coming along. I have a friend who is a professional luthier who decided to MAKE me an electric guitar, when I asked if folks had one they’d let me borrow for a year, or sell me cheap.

It is nice to know strange and interesting people. And his wife is also a musician and singer, so I might rope her in for some of the vocals on the rock opera project, though I haven’t more than mentioned it to her in passing, so you folks keep the secret.

Looking forward to your thoughts on Sea Monsters and other projects. And whatever things crop up. I could not do this without your regular, ongoing support.

Chat more next week.

Shade and sweet water,

b

West of the Mountains, WA

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Monday. Weird Monday with the holiday, because the gaming group wanted to do a marathon session. 3pm until whenever instead of 6pm, because they are all off work today.

I’m going to GM. And been yuck all weekend, but mostly recovered. It will be interesting to see how much energy I have. Or if I kill them all off. Heh.

Writing. Still getting used to taking weekends off. At least I was sick and just marinating all weekend. Hit me after I got home from Tai Chi (masked, but I got it earlier, I think). Collapsed and napped, after coffee. Didn’t hardly do anything, but that was the right thing to do.

This morning, banged out another 4500 words on Corsac 3. Aiming for about 80k each, so coming up on a third done. Story moving nicely. Setting things up for the next several novels, as the 6-book structure comes into shape.

Also planning some weird shorts for you folks, inspired by strange art I find on the webs. Something will jump out and light that bulb, so I have to write it. And having to create something for everyone on a monthly basis means that I am pushed to wander off down rabbit holes.

Better, by allowing myself to do whatever, some of them turn into novel projects (Yasmin, Ollie, Flight Officer Brannon), while others will be one-and-done and I don’t have to circle back and do anything with them.

Liberating, as it were, because sometimes I do want to make them bigger (Ollie novel 2 is done, after all, and I have more to tell. Same with Peter Najjar, one of these days.)

In my perfect world, I’d have time and space to write 2-3 million words per year, just to be able to explore all these different ideas. Instead, you’re kinda stuck with what I’ve got.

So, if you aren’t following me on Patreon (see below), you are missing out on about 50 stories I’ve been too lazy to actually publish, but I think I’ll need to do something about that, going forward.

How do you folks feel about me putting all the shorts up on the Knotted Road Press sight for sale?

Shade and sweet water,

b

West of the Mountains, WA

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Monsoonerating last night. And Fabulous Publisher Babe™ had to get up at 5m to go into Seattle for a doctor’s appointment. Was planning to get up with her, but I had a ROUGH night, so she told me to roll over and go back to sleep.

Woke up at 7. Still a little exhausted as the second coffee slowly disappears. Or quickly.

Didn’t go play with sharp sticks. Probably a wise and safe choice on my part. Didn’t go out for food. (Newly reopened place down in Enumclaw called The Kettle opens at 6, so I’d have been, but no.)

Starting writing the third Corsac Fox novel this morning. And need to start creating the survey for folks, so I can start sending ebooks as soon as Kickstarter gets all their stuff processed.

Then money. YAY!!!

Finished a story inspired by something the Babe wrote for the upcoming Boundary Shock Quarterly issue (Tramp Freighter Captains). Her story was based on something she wrote for another project. Deeply weird SF.

I spalled off chunks from a variety of inspirations and wrote something that is not horror, but has horroresque elements to it. The Monsters Down Below, with The Deeps being levels of hyperspace where things actually live. Or something.

Sea monsters, at least to the human mind, when filtered through the right cybernetic enhancements.

You’ll get to read it in a few weeks. Not sure if it is a one-off, or something bigger. Didn’t want to write a novel or story #1, so had to find a way to cut it short and I like how it ended.

And it leaves an opening for more things.

Dunno when I’ll circle back. Got too many other things to circle back to, and this is the year where I intentionally cut my productivity from 1.4m words to 1.0. Not quite 30% down, and I’ll probably be closer to 20%, but it takes stress off me, and lets me do other projects, like the new rpg. Or the sewing projects. Or the music.

More of all three coming. Dunno if you folks want to see lyrics instead of stories for the monthly thing. If so, yell. I’m slowly writing the melodies that go with, then figuring out the chords to hand off to English Paul. Fun. And Anti-Stodgy, because duh.

Not a lot past that. Brain’s having fun, working out rpg worlds. One will be medium-high fantasy, and I’m working out the history to that. The other is probably going to be a straight space adventure game (similar to Star Wars d6 from West End, if you are old enough to have played that) in scope. Tramp Freighter Captain and crew, off doing things. Smuggling. Piracy. Active Rebellion. Tomb robbing. Something.

I ^think^ I might base it in the Dominion universe. (Longshot Hypothesis, et al) And maybe write more Valentinian and Dave books. Or stuff in that zone.

The Babe fell in love with Glaxu, and always wants more Mondi stories. And the game works better with aliens (fantasy is just local aliens, so elf, dwarf, etc. translate easy enough). That universe had a lot of open space in which to work, and I’ve played enough SF rpgs over the years.

Cyberpunk is also an option. I might expand Owen and his friends into something as well, depending. The key is creating an engine, and making sure that the engine can handle all sorts of options from the ground up, so that I can plug and play later. (It all makes sense to old gamer nerds like me, so don’t worry if it doesn’t.)

Going forward, you’ll likely hear me talking about those things as well. And maybe writing some more short fiction to expand that space and generate the sorts of setting that is detailed enough for a campaign to work, without being so tight that it locks the game in and leaves Gamemasters without options.

Dunno. Don’t have to solve anything today, because I doubt that I would publish/kickstart the game before late 2024 anyway. Gonna need playtesters and playtest groups (all in person, likely), so if that’s you, or you know folks who might be interested, lemme know.

Past that, Monday. Corsac Fox #3, with many of you getting to finally read #1 in the next month or so. I can’t wait for your reactions.

Shade and sweet water,

b

West of the Mountains, WA

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Publishing A Genre Magazine In The Age Of Indie

I got challenged by John (not really his intent, but he had some interesting, pointed questions for me, so here goes):

Publishing A Genre Magazine In The Age Of Indie

It started when the Fabulous Publisher Babe™ was part of the Uncollected Anthology project, some 8-10 years ago (I forget when, and it doesn’t matter for this topic). They did Urban Fantasy, the group of them. Everybody had a theme, and wrote to it, published individually, then cross-promoted.

It was messy. Kinda worked, kinda didn’t, mostly because it was an anarcho-communist syndicate. Nobody in charge. Everybody taking turns on various bits.

During our drive down to Oregon in 2017 to see the eclipse, she and I talked about the state of publishing, and how to break it. (That’s what we do on long drives and over dinner, most of the time.)

Pubshare.com (previously Bundle Rabbit) had created a new set of tools. (I helped Chuck with concepts and project roadmapping, because that was my day job at the time.) Originally, he’d been planning to use collaboration for what the romance folks did, but I had an idea…

Nobody had been in charge of UA. Collective group effort. All fine and dandy.

For Boundary Shock Quarterly, I figured I should just run the thing like a publisher. I will set the themes for every issue. I’d do some editing. Mostly, quality control and some spelling corrections, rather than extensive rewrites and such. Instead of having an open call every issue and having to wade through slush piles, I would recruit pros that I knew (and I have a deep bench of folks then and now).

Finally, rather than paying pro rates, it would all be done royalty share. House would take 25% of the money coming in, with the other 75% split among the writers. Pubshare has the tools to handle that for me, so I have no fiduciary responsibilities and never handle anybody’s money. They can bother Chuck instead.

As a rule, my costs on any given issue run about $20. That’s the cover art. I do the rest of the work, but don’t bill myself. Formatting, editing, goldfish herding, whatever.

We don’t make much money. But I get profitable on any given issue pretty quickly because I’m not out a lot, and this project is not about getting rich. Don’t get me wrong, it would be nice, but the goal of all Indie Publishing is discoverability. (I have an enormous catalog of books, once you decide to read me.)

In the way old days, there were only a few hundred full-time SF writers out there. And only a few thousand new SF books published in any given year. We’re up to 1.5 new million new titles on Amazon every year, and FSF are a LOT of them. The gatekeepers are dead, long live the long-tail of the marketplace.

So far, I’ve put out twenty-one issues of Boundary Shock, with #22 coming in April. Along the way, I’ve lost about half of my original syndicate of writers (life happens, ya know?), and replaced about half of those (still need 2-3 permanent members if you know some folks to send my way).

We have guest authors every issue that I can recruit them. As editor/publisher, I want to know several things about a guest. “Can you tell a compelling story?” is not necessarily all that high on my list. “Can you hit theme?” “Can you hit deadline?” “Can you act like a professional, communicating with the editor when you have problems or questions?”

Those are my primary filters. They work, because folks used to the TradPub world and the major magazines (FSF, Analog, Asimov, Clarkesworld, etc.) work differently.

The biggest change of mindset is royalty-share. Lots of folks throw up their hands and huff off loudly when they find out I’m not paying up front. It gets worse when I expect them to do marketing work.

Indie is a hustle. All the time. Discoverability. Telling people you are in a magazine, so they will buy it to support you (and the rest of us).

TradPub writers chuck their manuscript over the wall again and again until someone hands them a check and that’s the sum total of their relationship.

There is a reason those magazines are all having serious financial issues these days. Circulation numbers today are 10-20% of what they were 60 years ago. And falling.

Partly, that’s my fault. I have created an alternative. (Me and ten thousand of my closest friends, all trying things.)

Worse, folks have listened to how I did it and started using my model. The Fabulous Publisher Babe™ started Mystery, Crime, and Mayhem (MCM) and has started getting the attention of some major players. One of the stories she published recently was reprinted in Otto Penzler’s Best of Mystery. And short-listed for a Derringer Award. This year, there is also traction. That’s good.

M.L. Buchman (after I listened to him whine enough and told him to do something about it), sat down and created the first ever thriller short magazine. It just had a successful kickstarter campaign in February and the first year is funded. The Thrill Ride.

First ever thriller short magazine. MCM is one of only a handful of mystery-focused shorts.

BSQ is one of dozens (if not hundreds) of SF magazines out there, so the competition is fierce. (There are a LOT of ‘zines, too, but I’m not sure how they pay or handle rights.)

But I’m usually having fun doing it. And get good stories.

More importantly, I had to identify a number of sub-genres in SF, then force myself to understand them well enough to write a story in each of them, when I might never have explored some. Made me a better writer. Same with many of my folks.

So What Is Boundary Shock Quarterly?

Science Fiction.

Not Spec Fiction. As an editor, I am not the least bit interested in paranormal. That’s fantasy. Go write for a fantasy magazine instead. I don’t want magic, gods, angels and demons, or anything else.

Past that, I’m pretty open-minded as an editor. Over twenty-one issues, I’ve only ever had to reject a handful of submissions. One writer tried to cram a doorstop novel into 10,000 words, and didn’t pull it off. A couple of times, folks didn’t have the least understanding of the theme/sub-genre itself, and gave me stories that simply weren’t close enough to make it work. (Cyberpunk, coming up on April, tripped a few writers, because they locked onto the concept of implanted electronics, and skipped the ’punk part entirely, for instance.)

I don’t edit. (I will reject a story that is not good enough.) Instead, I will catch typos and such when I do a read-through, and fix those. That’s about it.

You are putting your name on the story, and selling yourself to the reader. Gimme your best shot.

My job is to take the dozen stories I have each time and form an emotional arc out of them. Stronger/weaker. Lighter/darker. Faster/slower.

Occasionally, I stumble into “anti-reader cookies” which are topics or styles that immediately turn me off as a reader. For instance, one story purposefully withheld a critical detail from me for at least half the story. One of those little things that would have probably resolved the entire story as soon as it became known. The second time that detail came up and was intentionally withheld, I simply put the story down and sent a rejection letter. Personal, because someone else who read it later understood what I’d seen and was okay with it. To me, the character was suddenly Too Stupid To Live, and I didn’t care about them anymore.

Things like this happen, especially when you give really good writers (like that one) the space to swing for the fences.

It can be a pain in the ass. But a fun one.

More importantly, half of the folks I have published, either in BSQ or in Blaze Ward Presents, had never been published before. There are a lot of folks that want to write, but haven’t had the impetus. Or the time to learn all the things about Indie that my wife and I marinate in all the time.

But I got them motivated. And gave them the emotional support to do this. Plus, I treat them like professionals from day one, and that teaches them how to deal with bigger names in the field later when they want to submit to those folks.

I am a small fish in a big pond. I’m okay with that. Obviously, I would like to sell more magazines. Have a bigger impact on more lives. Hell, SF is one of the few genres where I cannot be nominated for any awards, because I don’t pay professional rates, and as you know, it must be crap otherwise. (Don’t get me started on those gatekeepers.)

MCM runs the same royalty-share model, but those readers and gatekeepers do not care about finances. They care about the quality of the story, and MCM has done some amazing things. Thrill Ride (BTRM), when it goes live in a month will be the same way. Big players will take notice. I’m hoping Matt gets some stellar submissions for next year, because there are a lot of amazing writers in thriller than haven’t have the chance to write short very often.

What I’d Like To See For BSQ

John suggested a regular columnist. Someone writing a specific quarterly essay on something important in the field or on the topic. I’ve tried to recruit a few, but again, they demand cash up front. And lots of it, because they are used to the TradPub world where they will get paid for their words. (Except for all the folks that want the job and never get it.)

If you know someone who wants to talk about Indie Science ​Fiction on a regular (read: 1500 words +/- every three months for royalty-share), please send them my way. I also edit and publish the Milestone Indie Publishing Newsletter monthly, but it is all about Indie itself, rather than anything specific to do with Science Fiction, except when something interesting or appalling comes up.

Similarly, interviewing my various writers and getting that out there would be fun. Or better, interviewing important people in the field and getting their takes on things. In the grand scheme of things, BSQ really is hardly more than a fanzine in scope. But we take it seriously. And I’ve based new series on characters I worked out in these pages, as have several of my writers.

It is a place to experiment. And by that, I don’t mean Burroughs. I mean stretching yourself into a new genre every quarter. My requirements for story are 2,000-20,000 words, because I have to read them all. And a few times, folks have had to cut something down to get it under 20,000, but that just means that they could beef it up into a novel later.

Tell me the story as it needs to be told.

As a publisher, I have two sets of requests. For my guests, that they market the issue they are in. Talk about it. Get it noticed. But I don’t claim anything other than first English-language print rights. (I have, to date, accepted two reprints, from folks that were big names and had the perfect story already published elsewhere, and they had rights back.)

For my regulars, I DEMAND that they don’t publish it on their own (we’re all Indies here) for 90 days after initial publication. That’s it. Again, I want them talking about BSQ. Driving traffic our way. Finding ways to make everyone in the syndicate money and fans.

Helping us get discovered.

And, learning how to write beyond my usual circles. I have an erotica penname for the same reason. All of that penname’s first readers are female, so I have to make it good enough for them to approve. That’s made me a better writer.

Pushing the envelope. Trying new things to break publishing.

And having fun. That’s first and foremost.

So far, so good.

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Heather#1 is done. Warlord of Yaumgan. Boy, did I have a lot of fun with that. Started Last Stand #11. Won’t tell you the title for a few days, because it ties into a joke from #2, which will be out this week. Next week, you’ll howl with excitement, I hope.

After that, I think I’ll write something short, then rotate over to Corsac Fox #3. Just finished a reread of #2, cleaning up a few things and looking to see if I could put in a Tuckerization.

As part of the Kickstarter (done Wednesday), I offered folks the chance to name a starship in an upcoming novel. As well as have a walk-on or major villain role.

Several folks did. The only problem was that I don’t really have a spot to put them in two, without making them all bad guys who immediately get blown up.

So I’m putting them in #3 instead. Won’t make a lot of sense to anyone, but I’ve got some big actions planned, and most of the folks get to be good guys, instead of getting blown up.

Monday. Breakfast but no shooting. Drizzle thick enough that I didn’t want to be out in it when it erupted. Still hasn’t, but might have. Did a lot of Tai Chi this weekend, with new class stuff, and hurt today. Kick drills are always a fun way to stretch things.

Working on other things, with a goal of remaining physically fit as it get older. Boar spear with overhead turns, because the Fabulous Publisher Babe™ and I were talking about how most people don’t have shoulder flexibility. In her case, talking to friends who had problems with Downward-facing-dog in yoga. Or rotating a sword twohanded overhead on a flat plane.

Keeps things loose. Keeps the muscles strong. Important, when I’ll be fifty-four this summer. Back side of middle, assuming I live to be 96. (and that they don’t find the fountain of youth in the next twenty years.)

Not a lot of news. Busy, but that’s catching up with things that I let slide earlier, when shit was overfull. Finish this kickstarter, then I’ll be in another one, so you’ll hear more news.

All those thriller shorts are in a new magazine called The Thrill Ride and Matt is doing a kickstarter to fund paying everyone.

And I have the list of titles for Year Two, so I’ll be working on those, assuming all goes well. If you like Thriller/Action-Adventure, you should hop onto that kickstarter. And it’s not going to be around long, so you’ll hear me talking about it here, on my blog, and a mid-month newsletter.

Not much past that.

Hope your Monday is making more sense than mine.

Shade and sweet water,

b

West of the Mountains, WA

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I won’t say everything is better, but I am a glass half-full kind of guy, much of the time.

Counting backwards, October 27 was my last ^normal^ day until the heat finally got fixed late on Jan 18. Give it a week for the accumulated PTSD to start to fade, and things have started cycling up.

On that Friday, Oct 28, I was in the coffee shop, banging away on Musescore with a new musical composition for the punk rock opera. I’d gotten my flu shot that morning, so I was expecting to be hit by a bus at some point. Turned out to be COVID instead (whole ‘nother story).

One things led to another.

So last week, I finally got my musical hardware set up here again. Microphone, connection system (Scarlet 2i2), and software (Reaper) talking to each other. English Paul is outside of Los Angeles now, and I haven’t talked to him for several months save the odd email, until last Thursday.

Been working on new songs. Had been, but shit went too far sideways. Kinda back now. Between Paul and Katja, I’m learning more about musical composition, and what questions to ask to find the bits I need.

And I have three new songs at least partly done or first draft lyrics. Melodies are in my head, and need to be transcribed to Musescore, but that’s me and a piano plinking.

Better, a fourth song started bubbling up over the weekend, and I’m onto that. Expecting 8-10 to make up the punk rock opera. And long-timers around here have met both Nigel the bass player and Owen Castle, so you are familiar with the world. (There will be more stories, as well as the opera story itself in ‘23.)

I’m working from a rough storyboard, so filling in slots with music, to make things easier for Paul to compose against.

Kinda exciting.

On the writing front, I have mentioned that I am dialing back from Pulp Speed Three (1.4/yr) to Pulp One (1.0/year), so I took the weekend off and didn’t write. More importantly, didn’t stress. Don’t have to play catch up this week. Probably won’t finish Heather, but will get close. Not sure what’s next after that. Got a few days to think.

Monday, and I am writing this first instead of last. Too flipping cold to shoot (18F) but I did get out and have breakfast, listening to my own lyrics form into songs, so that’s lovely. Busy finishing up reading for the next issue of Boundary Shock Quarterly (Cyperpunks) and doing the editing there. Also read a novel for one friend and a short story for another to give them a First Reader pass through each.

And now, post this and back to Heather.

What’s your Monday looking like?

Shade and sweet water,

b

West of the Mountains, WA

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Mid-week update a new Kickstarter project

Because, ya know?

Y’all been listening to me go on and on about the Corsac Fox kickstarter (and it funded with nearly $4000 in the end, so thank you), and now I have more news. Just wasn’t quite expecting it to come up so soon, and figured I should break and chat. (Plus, another midmonth newsletter this weekend, I suspect, to help carry momentum.)

Long-time fans will remember me talking about a thriller/action-adventure project I got into with ML Buchman last year. (And yes, it is all my fault.)

The Thrill Ride Magazine just went live with their kickstarter earlier this week. What Matt’s doing is trying to get funding for a full year of issues ($5,000 for 4 quarterly themed things, following my old Boundary Shock Quarterly mode, since it’s my fault), and went KS.

I was lucky enough to place four stories, one in each of these issues, so I have a large vested interest in his success, because I’ll get paid for it. That’s where you come in.

He’s offering all sorts of extras as part of the kickstarter, including a bunch of novels and things from the various authors involved. As of this moment (pause, check) we’re at $3,300 of his $5,000 goal with two weeks to go. (I spent more time finishing Corsac, obviously, and am now pivoting.)

  • Honor
  • Unlikely Partners
  • No Western White Males
  • Betrayal

The first three have a rolling series of short stories from me about my new Five-Woman-Band, led by a former Afghan Women’s Platoon combat veteran, a bitcoin billionaire who cashed out at one of the peaks, an actress, a music video director, and a scrounger. All women. All ethnicities, backgrounds, and styles. And three of them are women long-time friends might recognize (heh).

And those ladies will be back for more. I’m hoping that we clear the funding hurdle and I can start writing for Year Two themes, because this is a project I believe in enough to have been there from the start, egging Matt on and helping in any way I could, from the moment I convinced him to actually do it. (Again, all my fault.)

The last story, Betrayal, involves an English wheelman (car guy) hired to help steal a cherry-red Corvette Stingray that is a replica of the original from Mark Hamill’s movie Corvette Summer. And Boston will be back for more as well, because I had so much fun with him and Rollins.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to back the kickstarter.

THERE ARE NO THRILLER OR ACTION-ADVENTURE SHORT MAGAZINES CURRENTLY IN EXISTENCE.

We looked. None. Matt’s creating a new thing in the universe. But he can’t do it alone.

That’s where you come in. I’ll keep writing Fatima and Boston, but I want them to be in the larger context of creating a whole new pillar of income by helping launch a successful magazine.

I’d like your help in doing it. (And you’ll see a similar plea for $$$ in the newsletter I’ll send out this weekend, because most people need a little extra prodding.) Totally worth it, because I won’t publish these various stories before 2024. Maybe later, if we can get the magazine up and going, and I keep writing enough to generate collections of said shorts before pivoting to novels.

So take a few minutes and a few bucks and let’s launch The Thrill Ride Magazine into the stratosphere.

Thanks

-b-

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Monday. Knocking on wood, but the everything related to the new heat pump has been working since Wednesday. They had to come back and replace the thermostat and a transformer inside the air cycler, and I had four techs here until 6pm, but they got it done and it’s running.

I got heat. Haven’t had a fire in almost a week. Haven’t had to fire up the three kerosene lanterns. Small victories.

You’ve been seeing off-cycle notes about the Kickstarter. Those will continue, because this will go live when there are only about thirty-six hours left. As of now, we’re funded, and have hit the first stretch goal. Got my artist friend doing color awesomeness. Gonna be great.

Hoping that more folks come along and back. Never done one before, and would like to make a splash. Get folks engaged. Get them reading my catalog. Make some money to offset the huge expenses of replacing a heatpump and well-tank. Bad month here.

Writing continues. About 42k into Warlord of Yaumgan. No idea how long. More than 60. Probably less than 80. Getting there, and setting up the next several novels in Heather’s series.

Also been talking about Corsac Fox constantly, so kinda geared up to go write #3 of that one. Kickstarting #2 “Mistaken Identity” in the fall, with a release in 2024 sometime.

Did breakfast this morning. Didn’t go shooting. 33F out there and I’m still emotionally recovering from the last 12 weeks of shit dumped on my shoulders.

Have been working with a pair of spears lately. Working out the details of my understanding of Tokushin (Okinawan Pike form). Sensei Johnson doesn’t expect me to keep it pure and pristine, because I had different intentions, so I am adjusting a few things as I go. Plus, Vietnamese Kung Fu background instead of Okinawan Karate. Big difference.

Eventually, I’ll have five basic kata, done both right and left handed, plus Tokushin, plus a longer form that will function (in my mind) like a long form of Tai Chi. Yang-style Tai Chi is 24 motions. Long form is (I think) 108. I study Chen Pan Ling (Taiwanese form) that has 99 motions.

Looking for 60 things to do with a spear heavy enough to butt-stroke someone in the face.

My plan is a book and video for training, for folks interested. Maybe kickstarter it, but more likely just publish both and call it good.

One of my long stretch goals on the Corsac Fox kickstarter actually involves inventing a form of alien Tai Chi (Mazhin Sunflower Fist) so it’s a thing in my head. At the moment, I doubt we’ll get that far in terms of funding, but anything is possible, so tell your friends to all pile in at the end and kick me up to five figures (we’re just over $2000 last I looked).

Also kickstarter: the Open Gaming License brouhaha from WOTC is pissing off a lot of people. Rightly so, but most of those companies aren’t really gaming companies, because they aren’t creating a game. They are writing source material for Dungeons and Dragons. I’m old enough to remember when D&D wasn’t even in the top five most popular RPGs (back around 1990). Other game engines, in addition to settings.

Different rules.

What I’m up to is creating my own game engine. No d20 involved. Fantasy, but flexible enough for modern or Space opera as well. Might create source books for my various series as I go, because I’ll make myself one hell of a licensing deal.

Or someone else, if they have an idea and business sense. (Ping me later.)

Sometime in 2024, I hope/plan to kickstarter this new game system and compete directly with WOTC. Didn’t used to be able to do that, because they are the 900 kilo gorilla. It’s like competing with Disney, when they own Marvel and Star Wars. Losing battle.

But right now, Kickstarter means that we’re really in the late 70s, where anyone can create a game, get some funding, and distribute it into any game store that wants it. Or direct, because we live in the future, and WOTC and Disney cannot stop me from competing.

Almost back to the Wild West days of the early 80s, when a lot of games were created. I have a library of old stuff, partly for sentimental value, partly because I use it for research when engine building. (This is not my first attempt at a fully-formed game. The most recent was 1998, before Kickstarter, and we could have made it work. I will not, however, use any of that IP, nor talk to my former partner ever again. Nuff said.)

So more books coming. Thanks to everyone reading and preordering Last Stand. Hope you really enjoy it when we get deep enough to really know these characters and setting. Lost Dreams, of necessity, had to have many parallels with Firefly, because that’s the thing I was wanting to emulate emotionally. We’re done with that as of Ghost Towns, and going off in a new direction, never looking back.

As noted, I watched the first triple episode, then nothing else. Can’t stomach the characters, but that’s how Wheadon did things. And who he is. Tessa is her own person. And Last Stand is its own world.

Plus, a lot more Space Opera coming in the summer. Kincaide’s War #2. Corsac Fox for those of you who don’t want the collector’s edition hardcover (I doubt that we’ll have HC as an option when it goes wide). Marrakesh. And more.

So stick around. And have some fun.

And what are you up to today?

Shade and sweet water,

b

West of the Mountains, WA

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Got a nasty review from someone on Last Stand over the weekend. Posted the essay that should have accompanied Book One, but got left out. (My mistake.) Should help clear things up.

Still a little bemused, because in her mind, Nathan Fillion was the heart and soul of the show. And he is an amazing actor.

Go back and watch the show now. With eyes set in 2023. Captain Reynolds is an asshole to everyone. Literally everyone. Given the number of folks with guns, in a real western someone would have shot him dead and considered the galaxy a better place. The essay has more details.

I doubt she’ll buy book two, but that’s her loss. After #1, I went off on my own tangent that had nothing to do with slavers bemoaning their loss of property. Because that was EXACTLY what the people fighting the American Civil War ANNOUNCED their purpose was.

Go google the “Cornerstone Speech” by Alexander Stephens before you hit reply, then you can get back to me. I’d really like you to identify yourself as a potential slave owner.

Anyway…

Monday.

The crew working on the heat pump and air cycler was here Thursday and I kicked them out Friday night at 9pm because they had a long drive to get back to their office. They were not successful. They did order new parts this morning, and will pick them up from their supplier tomorrow on the way down, so hopefully I will have heat by tomorrow night.

I’m still counting forward from October 27th as my last “normal” day, given all the crap that has occurred since then. Oh, and I have a new well pressure tank, plumbing, and controls as of last week, so that part went well.

Today is a holiday, so folks are rediscovering that black people would like civil rights. Some of them find that offensive. I like it when those folks out themselves as well, because that means they are so toxic that there is nothing I can do to save them, justify them, or would ever want to associate with them again.

Story:

I’m writing Heather Lau’s Zerzan story: Warlord of Yaumgan. A little over twenty thousand words in. Aiming for about 80k at this point, depending. Lots of backgrounding and updating that needs to happen, as it takes place three years after the end of the Kosnett books.

At the same time, it is a continuation of the same. The arc of empires and the sins of the fathers. What is the most ethical solution to any problem.

Circling back, slavery was legal and considered moral at the time. One only has to read the bible on the proper way to treat your slaves to see that.

At no point was it ever ethical. And there is nothing you can do to make it so. If you aren’t willing to treat all people as people, then you have a problem. And an ugly one.

I’ve made it a point to identify toxic people over the last several years and expel them from my life. Got no time for it, and don’t want to be in their area arguing with them.

My father always said, “Never argue with a fool. Bystander can’t tell the difference.”

So it’s Monday and I have no sufferance for fools today. Hopefully your day is going better.

Shade and sweet water,

b

West of the Mountains, WA

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News, according to the second law of thermodynamics, is bad. Entropy, you see?

Monday.

The Fabulous Publisher Babe™ got up way early for an appointment in Seattle. I got up with her and am working way early. Or was. Power went out about fifteen minutes ago. Just came on long enough now for me to power the laptop back up and start typing, after resetting a couple of clocks and blowing out the kerosene lamps. (Made the mistake, after several days, of putting them away last night. Might just leave them out forever at this point.)

Bomb cyclone winds out there over the last several hours. Like sustained above 30mph and gusting to 60. If you know where I live, the geometry of the Cascades makes sense with the weather I get.

Monday.

Might go out for breakfast in a while. It is 657am as I type and my usual joint opens at 8, but looking at the outage map, they have had no power for a while, so I doubt that they are opening this morning. Might look at options in town. Or something else. Dunno.

Won’t say I’m emotionally fragile, because that’s the wrong end of the spectrum. Frustrated (yes, I will admit to being a control freak. Still the least of the four of us in one group, which amuses me and the various wives.) PTSD when the power blinks, because it has been so bad this year.

Previously, power would go out for a bit. Or a few hours. I’ve had two gaps of 21+ hours in the last two weeks. Double plus ungood. On top of the shorter outages, like ten minutes here when I was about to start writing a new novel.

2023. Gonna make some changes, but it will take me time. Chalk that up to my LAST NORMAL DAY being Oct 27, 2022 (reminder, today is Jan 9). And today is not normal.

The Fabulous Publisher Babe™ has determined that Saturday will be her crafting day. The last two have been dedicated to finishing a really cool quilt she started a while back, using material from her dad’s old shirts she stole out of his closet when he died. I do Tai Chi et al on Saturday mornings, so usually haven’t been writing afterwards.

Been trying to make up word count the rest of the week, generally aiming for 5,000/day instead. That has been stressful. Too much to do, with all the other crap. PTSD.

So my new plan is to write 4000+ each day, five days per week. Might write more. Might not. 90-100k per month, instead of 120. I would like to enjoy life, and I’m not really doing that much right now, but all of that is external. And makes this control freak grumpy.

But, in the interests of Anti-Stodgy, I spent Sunday way up north, training with a karate sensei I have known for several years, learning an Okinawan Spear/Pike form that he had to adapt some, because my long-pork boar spear weighs twice as much as his hooked pole, and had edges where his is something like a sai or jitte on the end of a stick. Went well. Learned it quickly, because I was a dancer, once upon a time. Been practicing it at home, plus I have a video of myself doing it.

Next weekend, will go further up north and show Hawk, then work with him on the form we’ve been creating, adding in new elements and figuring out what we’ve been missing.

Monday.

Words. Writer-brain wants to go ahead and start Heather Lau’s series now. A fan who has been ready the previous series and sending me typos and corrections wondered if I have given Zerzan short shrift with the way I ended Yaumgan.

Instead, after a certain passage of time (and I reread the necessary chapters last night to be sure of my timing), Zerzan will descend into a civil war and cause all sorts of damage that will require the Warlord of Yaumgan to sort out.

This will be her story.

And a lot of unexpected faces will show up, at least for cameos. After I finish posting this, I’ll be starting that, with occasional breaks to write all the other things that I produce in a normal month (newletters and short fiction).

Last Stand will start hitting readers in about 14 hours, so I’m looking forward to how folks like Tessa and the gang. Finished #10 last week. Will write 11 and 12 this winter/spring. First Readers have been pleased.

More later, when my humor improves.

Shade and sweet water,

b

West of the Windy Mountains, WA

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