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Vision of the Future: The Lazarus Alliance

Most of you have been paying attention enough to know that I occasionally get invited to participate in story bundle collections. Starting today, we’re live with a new one called Visions of the Future.

A little fun background: A couple of previous times, I got contacted at the last minute because someone had dropped out unexpectedly. Like three weeks before the bundle went live. You can’t delay a new bundle without serious repercussions.

Folks know I write fast and generally SF. The first time, I got contacted with “Hey. You got anything on this theme?” and the response was “No, but I could write you something in 2 weeks. That work?” That became Fairchild. A similar “oh shit” moment became Can’t Shoot Straight Gang Returns only that time with a one week turnaround.

So this time, there was far less emergency when I got the call with the hopeful “Ya got any SF that’s never been in a story bundle?”

I had a shit-eating grin on my face as I sent back a list of SIX never-before-published Book Ones and asked “Which one would you like?”

Truly an awesome feeling. Especially as none of them were yet published.

So I got invited to include the one I had marked as “Alien First Contact Space Opera.” (The list also included: Earth-based SF detective after the aliens land, Post-Apocalyptic Dystopia with a steampunk feel, Fall of Rome-style Spy Thriller on a distant space station, Alternate History Dieselpunk set in Egypt in 1937, and another Handsome Rob Gig spy thriller.)

Yeah, I been busy, because I have Books Two done on a couple of those above: Lazarus and Air Pirates of Cyrenaica.

He picked Lazarus for Visions of the Future. If you’ve been keeping score at home, you know I’m 2/3 done with book three right now. It is an exclusive on the bundle, meaning not available anywhere else, so you should get it there, along with a bunch of other cool stuff I’ll talk about in a future blog.

Lazarus.

So I’m soaking in the tub one night. I do that in the evening frequently as a way to wash off the day. Lets the brain shift into a relaxed mode.

Brain ignites. No other way to describe it. It does that occasionally, when writer-brain has been chewing on something long enough and chucks it over the fence to front-brain.

I get out, get dry, get dressed, and walk to the computer. Open a new doc file (mind you, I’m in the middle of a writing Phoenix at the time but this WILL NOT WAIT.)

New doc file. Start typing.

Not much has changed since I banged that first chapter out. He has no name, because I didn’t even stop to world-build until later. Just typed. Figured out the names, the tech, and the politics after I put chapter one away and went back to Phoenix. At that moment I had to get out all the words as fast as I could.

Towards the end of what would become Chapter One, the details start making sense. He’s Robinson Crusoe, sort of. Lost and shipwrecked. Or maybe Yasuke, except not black.

Fish out of water, and all that implies, minus the romantic comedy elements.

This was the novel where I sat down and started exploring all the different ways an alien could move. Walk, slither, glide, leap, roll. Seriously, I had fun, trying to come up with as many different alien species as I could. Got more that have not made it into the series yet, but will, hopefully.

Aliens should be more than human actors with a nasal prosthetic. I realize that on television, the budgets preclude craziness, unless you’re 100% anime, but there are no limits to my words.

And I would love to see this story animated at some point.

And book three is close to done. There will be five. Escape, Return, Rebellion, Revolution, Alliance. Or something like that. They’ll come out after Star Tribes completes its run, I think.

This is your chance to read Book One: Escape now. It is going away in three weeks and won’t be published anywhere until probably the fall.

Get yours today.

Cover Creator from Book Brush

Some of you have heard me talking about a new tool coming to do covers that is easy, fast, and relatively cheap. The folks at Bookbrush have now made the Cover Creator.

You should already be using Bookbrush to do your marketing and advertising images, because is it so easy and useful. However, you can do covers with it now as well. That’s what I’ve been up to since December.

Assassin is just one of my covers. Here’s another:

So how did I do it? That’s the subject of a new Technical Manual I wrote.

The Book Brush Cover Creator Primer

For $1, you can learn how to do these same sorts of covers yourself. Learn about your various brands and how to make your books look professional and not spend much (or any) money on them.

As a writer, you don’t have to spend hundreds or thousands of dollars on a cover any more. Get yourself a subscription to Book Brush. For $99/year, you’ll get Cover Creator as well.

Learn my secrets and theirs and make yourself great covers. And do it for way less money than you used to.

The Book Brush Cover Creator Primer

What replaces boomer rock?

So Fabulous Publisher Babe(tm) and I stopped in a new restaurant for breakfast this morning. We had spent the night with some friends way up north after throwing a party, and hit 12th Avenue Cafe in Issaquah on the drive south. Pretty solid breakfast, but that’s not why we’re here today.

Was listening to the music playing in the background. Lots of 70’s and 80’s rock. Bob Seger, for example. Stuff I remembered from being a kid (born 1969) and a teen.

I recognized all the songs playing, although mostly from an unconscious standpoint. But I had to wonder about the genre of quiet rock being played in a reasonably yuppie/upscale restaurant on a Sunday morning.

I asked her “So at what point do we start hearing music by Phish or Dave Mathews Band playing?” Mind you, I couldn’t identify a song by either group, but I know the names, because they tour extensively and I have friends who are rabid fans.

But I have a hole in my musical experience that does not jive well with many of my friends. I got seriously into country music starting in about 1990, give or take. Garth Brooks, when he was on the way to becoming the single biggest thing in the world musically.

At the same time, Poodle/Glam Rock was dying as Grunge took over. I listened a little to some of those bands, but never really got into any of them. (And I have a friend who is mortally offended some days, because she actually worked at Sub Pop records in those early days and knew most of those people, when I could barely pick a handful of them out of a police lineup.)

(Also, I kinda gave up on country music in about 2006, give or take. It had finally turned into redneck bubblegum pop. In 2009 I spent a week in England, driving 1200 miles around Lincolnshire in 5 days while sightseeing. The only radio station I could reliably get was BBC Radio One, so I turned into a British Dance Pop fan for a while, but that’s a whole nother story for later.)

Depending on where you go, some places will be playing country music these days, either from that particular era that I listened to (1990’s) or “modern” stuff from the last few years. Rarely anything older than the 90’s. And something of a gap from the early 21st Century.

I remember as a kid when there were lots of diverse radio stations, instead of three companies that owned all of them and programmed them identically from a central headquarters in New York City. You’d have an Oldies station playing stuff from before 1970. (Give or take.) A classic rock station running from 1970 to present. “Modern” stuff that was Top 40 rock. New Wave came in mid-80s but I only tangentially encountered it. (In college, the two tapes I wore out were Meatloaf’s Bat Out of Hell and Willie Nelson’s Greatest Hits and Some That Will Be. Draw your own conclusions.)

But let’s get back to Bob Seger, playing in a restaurant in Issaquah, WA this morning. He’s retired, if I remember right. Or about to. That song was “Still The Same” from Stranger In Town (1978 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_Seger_discography). Released forty-two years ago. I was nine when the album came out. My parents were Elvis, Neil Diamond, and Beach Boys fans when I was a kid. (And Kingston Trio, if you go back a little ways.)

I sent out a newsletter yesterday talking about anti-stodginess, and how to avoid getting yourself into the sort of rut from which you never escape. For me, part of that is music, so I am forever picking up new or old used CDs at the bookstore and listening to them. Cheap investment in trying new music out. (And I have all of Bob Seger’s Silver Bullet Band albums on CD, going back probably thirty years.)

But then I wondered how much of that is what we might classify as Boomer Rock. Music that was originally popular with that age cohort called the Baby Boomers, who are now slowly sliding off the stage after they have done so much to change the world. (Both for good and evil, when you want to talk ethics and morality.)

They are the sorts of folks in that restaurant with us this morning. Plus a younger generation that just happens to hear it as probably muzak because that’s what their parents or grandparents listen to. Listened to.

At what point will “current” bands start playing on those loops? I have never stopped to think about it until today, but I’m squarely a Gen Xer with a strange background. My dad was born in 1940. Mom in 1941. They are what the lists call the Silent Generation, mostly because the boomers were so loud. Both of my grandfathers were in the US Army in the ETO. They also listened to way different music than my parents did/do.

What happens to that commonality of music that we once seemed to share, after all the boomers are gone? Or at least no longer a relevant social force? Already, you have music splintering into a few major acts of the type that the hit-makers have always created, but much more vast collection of smaller acts than ever existed in the old days.

Will there be a commonality of music that all American kids might recognize, in this new future where nobody listens to the radio, but instead picks up music from their friends and then locks in on a playlist of a few acts that they stick with forever?

Acts from the 90’s are now on the nostalgia tour. Those who were big in the 80s have been for a while, but I suspect that their arena shows are dwindling as their core demographic shrinks. And dies out.

Will there even be a commonality? Or is that something that falls apart after my generation, when we had a great splintering 30-40 years ago and it has only gotten bigger since then?

What album/playlist do you have in the car or on the phone right now? When was it recorded? How long have you owned it? And what does that say about you?

In my car right now are Willie Nelsons “The Great Divide” from 2002. When I was in Half-Priced Books last week, I found a Stray Cats Greatest Collection from 2000 that I picked up because I had never owned one of their albums from the old days. Another one I picked up was an Essential Simon and Garfunkel. Again, the first one by S&G that I had ever owned, and it gave me a chance to listen to things from before my usual era. Finally, Velvet Revolver’s Contraband, which was a nice enough album, but mixed in such a way that I could never understand the lyrics over the guitars. (Maybe that’s me, but it was annoying to try to understand the words and never quite succeed. Kings of Leon was the same way, when I realized that every single song on a couple of different albums I’d bought appeared interchangeable.)

But I’ll go back and pick up more music.

Here’s an idea: Who wants to suggest some music for me to listen to? I like good storytelling with emotion, rather than mumblepop. Bands over dancers who autotune. Something I can actually understand and bounce to. It doesn’t even have to be in English, as one of the best albums I’ve picked up lately was Tinariwen’s Live In Paris album.

So what would you like me to listen to?

 

I have committed a capitalism

And you can, too!!!

So I have mentioned that I would be putting up a new store to sell exclusive fiction. That happened last week and Fabulous Publisher Babe(tm) has reminded me more than once that it has gone from stupidly complicated to really easy to set up a sight with WooCommerce on the front and Bookfunnel on the back.

Somebody did their homework and built a nice interface for me. I had notes to work from (ya know, adult supervision and all that) and was just able to put up two new stories nobody has read. One (The Great Biblical Reckoning) is technically a reprint, but if the anthology it originally came out in ever sold I’d be surprised, because the **person** who published it never paid me a fucking dime. (I have considered suing her just to make her go completely out of business, but it’s not worth my time. I will never work with her or anyone remotely related to her professionally ever again.)

The other one is brand new. Charlie Kills The Devil. Worse, writer-brain engaged this week and I’ve already written the second one. And it will be a really twisted series that I don’t know where it goes. (Those are the best kind, by the way.)

It took me 15 minutes each to set them up on vellum and generate ebooks. Another five minutes each to upload them to both the store and BookFunnel as a delivery mechanism.

Seriously. I have committed a capitalism.

Worse, because I have a backlog of stuff already published over on Patreon, some of that will eventually make it’s way here, plus I maintain my goal to write 40 short stories this year. (12 for Patreon. 6 for known anthologies. 12 for the Store.) Plus more. Stuff I’ve never published because it was weird. Or unrelated to anything. (Seriously, Charlie is maybe dark magic realism meets urban fantasy, or something. I have no clue.)

I do have a new outlet for stuff that I can do myself, without tasking the Fabulous Publisher Babe(tm) to make me covers, or do any print work. Or mess with the novel publishing schedule, because I don’t “think” there will be novels here. (I could be wrong, depends on the speed with which I write this year and how weird some of this shit turns out to be.)

The future is upon us. And I have one more place where I can sell short fiction. Better, I make about $0.66/$1 cover as opposed to about $0.32 on the big sites, so it is worth doing. Not so much on the big players, since I make so little and don’t really want to have to try to make it up on tremendous volume.

So now we have Farouk, Charlie, and Quincy available for sale. The first two are series characters, meaning I already have both #2’s done and am thinking about #3.

And having a stupidly fun time.

Y’all enjoy…

The Shop is open for business!!

So the original plan had been to do this sometime in Q1 of 2020. Fabulous Publisher Babe (TM) got her store up earlier this week and on Friday she got it installed here and we are off and running. (Thanks to my two first customers for confirming that everything works.)

The Shop

Every month, the plan is to put up a new “short” story in one of my series (or start a new series, as the muse strikes). We started off with Farouk Al-Hashemi.

The genesis for this story was a call I got from an Islamic Science Fiction magazine that was getting ready to go and looking for product. (Not sure they ever achieved lift-off, but they weren’t asking for an exclusive and have gone dark so we’re bringing it out here.) They wanted SF with a distinctly Islamic bent, which is not all that common in North America. (At least I have not had a lot of luck finding stuff. If you know any, send me links.)

I have always been fascinated by Islamic culture. During the Gulf War in 1991, I was in grad school in Los Angeles with a number of folks who were of Egyptian, Palestinian, and Saudi backgrounds, and one of them got me a fantastic Quran in blue leather hardback that has pride of place on my shelf when I asked. (Image of me, in the Dallas/Fort Worth airport in Dec 1990, wearing green BDU pants, a black T-shirt, cowboy boots, blue Levi denim jacket, black cowboy hat, reading a Quran. I got some great looks.)

To write this story, I had to do a deep dive into Islamic history and culture while looking for a story I could tell. Because I’m an outsider, I also had to dance a careful line so as to not end up accidentally offending folks that I was trying to reach.

The point of Science Fiction is usually to ask uncomfortable questions posed as a “What if?” and go from there. Easy enough to do in your native culture, but fraught with risk elsewhere. (I’m no Harlan Ellison, ya know.) Especially as I had a most interesting idea once I dug deep enough and started exploring the Sunni/Shia split and how that could drive something.

Lester Dent’s 7 Point Plot Structure: a Character in a Setting with a Problem.

The result was an interesting new universe where I could play around and ask some of those questions in a way that was meant to be mind-expanding rather than insulting. Even went so far as to ask an Egyptian PhD friend to read it tomake sure and he liked it.

So we have Assassin, the first of a new series starring Farouk Al-Hashemi. I have the second one, Witness, written and will be working on more in that realm going forward. My plan is to put that one up the first week of February. (I won’t promise always hitting on a First, because I’ll miss, but you should get into the habit of checking that first week, or paying attention to blog posts (here) and newsletter.)

Additionally, I have a whole bunch of stories in the can. If you’ve been following my blog and my social media, you’ve seen some of the covers before now. All to get ready for this day.

YAY!!!!!!!!

So you are aware, my plan with many of these short stories is not to put them up for sale under wide release. Maybe ever. No Amazon. No Barnes & Noble. No iTunes. Just here. On one of those other sites, I tend to make about 35 cents for a 0.99 sale. Here it will be much higher, while still being able to give you quality story telling.

Maybe, eventually, I’ll pull a story down from the shop and put it up other places, but that’s only going to be for the really big ones where I might be normally charging $2.99 for them. Think novellas and such, rather than the short stuff.

For now, let us celebrate that there is a new way you can get Blaze Ward stories. And I have a new stream of nickels that help fund my lifestyle.

Most importantly, because I plan to deliver twelve new stories here and another twelve to my Patreon, I plan to write something like 40 short stories in 2020. That’s a lot, but it forces me to focus on short fiction in between and around novels.

So y’all take a look and a read and let me know what you think, okay?

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2020: The Plan

So, in 2019, the final count was 20 novels and 21.5 short/medium/novella stories (finished Eva #5 on Jan 1, 2020 as the 22nd). 1,394,982 words because I damned well didn’t want to push that hard the last three days, thank you very much. Call is a shade under 1.4 million words.

Good enough. My goal had been 1.2+ or 100,00 words per month. (My goal is always 100,000. Sometimes easy, sometimes a hard stretch, but I’ve done it since May 2018 at this point and that’s kinda awesome.)

The only real target had been 20 novels in 2019. Managed that. Wrote a novella at the end of the year because that was NOT going to turn into a novel. Kept it at 19,000 but it is very obviously a book one in a new series of historic espionage/thriller. (set in 1977 with no more science fiction than Q provides to Bond, per se, and not even that much, except that I know where technology goes, so I can pull things forward a little.)

So now we’re looking at 2020. Second full year of writing for me as a full-time vocation. Making enough money that I generally don’t worry, except that this year I plan to dial back some expenses because of the crazy-ass election season coming up and all the other shit. Previous presidential seasons have seen entertainment sales Aug 1 – Dec 1 tank hard. This might run much wider and longer, depending.

I’d rather be proven wrong as a cynic than an optimist. I’m probably unemployable at this point.

So going forward. 100,000 words per month. That doesn’t change.

However, I’m only “planning” 14 novels. And 40 short stories.

(—WARNING MATH AHEAD—)

I have a patreon account and promise them a new short story every month long before it ever comes out to the general public. So that’s 12 new stories.

I am publishing Boundary Shock Quarterly 4 times per year and have a story in it.

I expect to do two new volumes of Blaze Ward Presents (#1 and #2 here) annually, plus strange ideas that need me.

Starting soon, I’m going to be offering new short fiction on my website every month, with exclusives that do not go up for sale anywhere else. Like, ever. Only get them here so folks get used to coming to my site for a new fiction fix for cheap. ($1 sort of thing.)

So as you can see, I’m already at 30 stories, and I haven’t even broken a sweat yet. Throw in the odd projects where someone asks if I can write them a short story to theme, weird shit that wakes me from a dead sleep, and whatever other silliness comes around, and I don’t see it being that hard to hit 40. It comes up to three and a quarter stories per month, basically.

I also have 3 business/technical books on the calendar this year. Those don’t count as short fiction, but generally come in around 12-15,000 words.

I’ll be busy. It will be a good busy. Writing books, writing novel series, writing short series serializations.

Not going to push as hard on the novel count also means that I can aim for some longer stories that unfold slowly. I enjoy writing crazy-fast stories that suck you in and hold you underwater, but occasionally I want to just sit back and let the world slowly enfold the reader. Or write a single volume that’s 175,000 words long if I can do it and not get bored.

Health has been good. Sales have been good. Life has been good. I’m still not rich enough to buy an island or build a castle, but those would be the long term goals if I was suddenly wealthy beyond a safe level.

Today, I blasted out my usual morning word count and then realized that I was all set to finish the current novel off (#1 for the year and #10 in the Science Officer series). Finished the morning session typing “Epilog” as a header, so that’s lovely and I’ll finish it Wednesday.

And looking forward to the next project. Need to write several short stories over the next week or two, and then I can go on and commit a next novel. Likely to flip a coin between Lazarus #3 and Taft Station #2 at this point, but that’s fine. Been reading the finals of the Star Tribes books. #1 & #2 are “done.” #3 is at the First Reader. Working my way through a final edit pass on #4 now, then on to #5. April-August release dates.

In case you missed it, the Handsome Rob books are up now for pre-order. Can’t Shoot Straight Gang is actually #1 and originally came out in Boundary Shock Quarterly #3 (Grand Theft Starship). Then Can’t Shoot Straight Gang Returns, which you might have read. Hunting Handsome Rob is #3. Handsome Rob, Assassin will be #4, sometime in the fall, most likely after Star Tribes is done (SWAG: September)

This blog will see less updating than it used to going forward, mostly because I plan to update the patreon news every Monday. Plus I have newsletters with more information than comes here. If you aren’t subscribed, this is your reminder. 🙂

Gonna be a busy year. Hope y’all are along for the ride.

It was thirty years ago today

Sgt Pepper taught some punks to play…

Woke up this morning and realized that 2020 did have some emotional impact on me after all. We bounce back thirty years to one of those spectacular inflection points that you run into in life and look around.

(Those of you who’ve known me for a while can testify that I can be kinda reticent. Rarely talk about the deep past. Most of those enemies can no longer find me or have forgiven me and we chat now on social media. The future is weird.)

January 1990.

I have just graduated from Wichita State University with double majors in Philosophy and Political Science and a minor in Geography (Thanks, Dr. B!). Six months ago, WSU won the College World Series. a first for a team from a state north of the southern border.

In six months, I will turn 21. In eight months I will pack my ass up and head out of Los Angeles, to start a new adventure at Claremont Graduate School (I still have shirts from before the name change). (Coincidentally, the week I’m set to drive out, Saddam Hussein invades Kuwait and gas goes from $2 to $4 overnight. Yum.)

I continue to have a part-time job at the law firm where I’ve worked the last few years, happy that they cured me of the notion of wanting to go to law school. I would have been an amazing lawyer, and utterly miserable. Used to joke that I’d be on my third trophy wife by now.)

I have a group of gamers that I regularly get together with in the evening. We’re mostly employed and not going to school, so we might play 3-4 nights per week.

I still chat with two of them these days, but have seen neither in more than 20 years. Another one died of mysterious health issues in his late twenties, give or take 1997. I only found out after the fact several months later and apparently nobody who was willing to talk knew.

Several women made interesting offers in those days, to go with me to Los Angeles and escape the places where life choices had taken them. I didn’t take any of them up on it. Still chat regularly with two of them on social media, but haven’t seen one in 8 years and the other in 22. Both are happily married and we’re all old now.

The face that popped up out of nowhere this morning was the one who I gather hated my guts in the old days. It was an argument over a woman, of course, but he wasn’t involved.

This other woman had her eye on me and didn’t appreciate rejection when I happened to be dating someone else at the time. She and he knew each other long ways around from somewhere else, and she poured out all her woes to him. He’s the kind of guy who took it all and was deeply offended on her behalf, but didn’t come after me.

Unlike the rest of you, I’m sure, I did some crazy, stupid shit  in my late teens. To this day I have no idea how I didn’t manage to get myself killed in those days, other than most of the time I gave off the same sort of pheromones that you get from a rabid badger.

Looking back at myself, I was kinda scary. It was a defensive mechanism against shit that I’d been through as a kid and teen. Took me decades to understand that, because I never encountered the literature explaining the reason behind some of your behavior when you’ve been emotionally abused. Getting better, but holy hell I was a psychopath on a short chain in those days. (Lots of good beer if you want to hear any of those stories.)

But I have inflected now, thirty years ago. I can see endpoint in front of me. I will pack my shit up and vanish from the face of the earth. Didn’t entirely succeed, but let me put it to you this way:

  • Folks I was friends with in college I have spoken with in the last ten years: 0
  • Folks I was friends with in High School I have spoken with in the last ten years: 0
  • Folks I was friends with in Junior High I have spoken with in the last ten years: 0
  • People I knew before 1990 I have spoken with in the last ten years (excluding family): maybe a dozen, including my best friend in 4th grade who I lost track of for 35 years.

I got to reinvent myself when I finally landed in Seattle. Kids these days (ha!) won’t understand that it is possible to disconnect your phone and leave no forwarding address, and just ride off into the sunset. Big Data companies will manage to track your ass across hell and high water, but this was before technology changed the world.

It also helps that I moved 17 times from Aug 1990 to when Donna and I bought the house in 2001. Three of those involved time zones. Most of them involved zip codes. Averaged moving ever 9 months over that stretch.

Also helps that I have friends who have been there for me over the last twenty years when I needed them. I’ve tried to do the same for them. And become so many different people that I can barely remember them, other than it is possible to mark a city or job that links with a particular year (moving a lot does that) and extrapolate outwards from there.

I can tell you frequently what year a movie came out if I saw it in the theater, because I knew where I lived that year. That year. Yeah…

So it’s been thirty years ago today that Sgt Pepper taught those punks to play. I’m 50 now, and more or less at the halfway point, because I plan to live to be 100, pumping out crazy novels and ideas until the moment I keel over, with my great-great-great-grandkids having stack of books to publish after I’m gone. (Got a grandson who is a freshman at Colorado School of Mines this year, so you can do the math on death + 70 for copyright.)

So it’s 2020. That has been my single look back at the mirror that was my past. 1990 was an ending across so many aspects of my life that I can draw a hard line in the dirt and call it good. 1998 would be another one, because that’s when I met Donna. 2008 when I lost her to breast cancer. 2013 when I won the lottery a second time and found another wonderful woman. 2015 when I published Auberon and discovered what the second half of my life would be like.

Hopefully you and yours are having a happy new year. It’s good to take a moment to reflect, but don’t wallow.

The whole future lies before you waiting.

Phoenix (Shadow of the Dominion 5)

Just a quick, friendly reminder that Phoenix (Shadow of the Dominion #5) comes out on Jan 10, 2020.

wow. 2020.

I’m old.

But I’m not done yet. Got lots more fiction in me and hopefully y’all will continue to enjoy it.

Thanks to everyone for the lovely comments on the series so far. This one was fun to write because it is space adventure, rather than opera.

In Space Opera ™, the stakes have to get bigger and crazier with every book. Bigger monsters. Bigger starships. Planet-killing megabeams. The works. (Doc Smith’s Lensmen or Skylark novels are textbook examples of SPACE OPERA!!)

Shadow of the Dominion isn’t about saving the galaxy. It’s about a guy who got dealt a bad hand early and is trying to make the best of it. He hasn’t turned bitter and hateful as a result of all the things that have happened to him, but tried to do the right thing.

They’ll never forgive him for it.

But Dave saw it in Valentinian when he set the kid up. Kyriaki smelled it when she got too close and decided that she had to wipe that smug grin off his face. Bayjy got rescued from the worst sort of life.

And Glaxu. He still wants to know how the hell he ended up being one of the good guys. That shit was not written into any script he had approved.

This is a story about family. Not the one you’re born into, but the one you assemble as an adult, adding people who make it better and subtracting the ones that don’t. A wise woman once told me that if your friends don’t celebrate even your little victories in life, you need better friends. Those who will.

And my mom once looked at me and said “It’s okay to outgrow your friends.”

Make your life the sort of place where you’re happy. Either they’re happy for you or they need to go. Simple as that.

Valentinian has been running from day one. He got set up by a man with a secret a great many people will kill for, but the kid has the luck. It is his superpower and Dave counted on that to get himself away. It’s kept Kyriaki alive. Kept Bayjy in space. Found Glaxu a new nest.

But now we approach endgame. The Widow and her people are coming for that final confrontation that will see lives destroyed and the very future of Wildspace determined.

Or something like that. When you have personalities that big, you can’t help but wonder what happens when they slam headfirst into each other. And they will.

Phoenix takes us all back to Kryuome. Back to that desert, where X marks the spot and a treasure of unimaginable value lies buried beneath the sands, if Valentinian and his crew can avoid the Widow, the desert, and the sex-crazed cannibal mutants waiting for them.

My apologies in advance, but Book Five cliff-hangars hard. You’ll have to read Princess Rualoh to see how it gets resolved.

I’ve left the ending open, as I like to. Happy-For-Now is as good an ending as people ever get, so I tried to frame things right. I could put another twenty novels into this universe without a lot of effort, spanning the next thirty-some years. That’s how much detail and world-building I did along the way.

When you finish Princess Rualoh you’ll understand what that means. I plan to circle back one of these days and write individual books with Vee and the gang. Maybe duologies where I can cliff-hangar you again, just for fun. Wildspace is big, and there are other places to go.

What kinds of trouble can a Senior Cutter and a team of salvagers get into, with a war like destroyed the Urlan along the way? I had to think about that as well. If you have a ship sitting in space, and the technology to keep radiation from making the hull brittle, how long can a starship just float there, waiting for someone to come along and unlock its secrets?

That’s the sort of silliness in my notes of Longshot Hypothesis and her crew. I would love to hear your feedback as well.

Enjoy

blaze

West of the Mountains, WA

Countdown to Phoenix

So we’re coming up on the Christmas holiday in the West. Happy whatever holidays you celebrate where you are.

By now a few of you have read Petron. Thank you for the lovely reviews and commentary. As I have said, it is really the end of Jessica’s story (for now), but there are places I could go from here. That much ought to be obvious from the way I epilogued everyone.

Personally, I’m the most interested in what Uly and the Bartender do, but I do know a few of you are wanting more Phil Kosnett, for obvious reasons. That’s also on the calendar, but I have a limited number of novel slots available in 2020, so we’ll have to see where we go. Maybe I’ll write shorter stuff for some of your favorite characters.

The great problem in life is having enough time to write all the stories, not in trying to come up with ideas. Any pro writer will tell you the question is “How do I make them stop?”

But we are just in an interlude with Jessica. I’m still in the middle of Valentinian at this moment. Thank you also for the lovely comments on the series so far.

This is space adventure, rather than opera. The difference is scale. In an adventure, you don’t have to keep upping the stakes novel over novel.

Jessica is opera. Always bigger. Valentinian and Dave are adventure. Leading somewhere obviously, but not with humanity and the galaxy at risk. Just an angry wife, betrayed and displaced, and hungry for vengeance.

My apologies in advance, because Phoenix cliff-hangars pretty hard. But in a good way. Like the four before it, this novel comes in around 45k words. I can work longer (Petron came in around 140k) but this is a nice length to tell a single story hard and fast, without having to have all manner of boring and irrelevant side quests along the way.

To make it up to everyone, Princess Rualoh is about 60k. I had too much to cover in order to wrap everything up, but I am quite pleased with the result and hopefully you will be as well.

Make sure you get your pre-orders in now so that the books hit your readers as soon as it gets live.

Additionally, the audio for everyone did not drop originally, but I just looked and Dominion-427 and Phoenix audio are available, and Princess Rualoh will be in a few days when they finish processing everything.

Thanks for staying with me, and lemme know if you have any questions. I’m not done with Valentinian, as you’ll see, but we leave things in a place none of you are going to see coming. Need to go back one of these days and write more.

Cheers,

b

So apparently I’m Dutch now. Or something

Update: Fabulous Publisher Babe(tm) is a woman of a particular age, and the doctors recommend 4 oz of fatty fish every week to get all the right stuff in her diet. For the last however long, we’ve gone and gotten sushi at this fantastic place in Maple Valley, WA.

Sumo Sushi, on Highway 169 if you get this way. Fantastic sushi at pretty good prices.

But fresh sushi is kinda spendy, and we’re always trying to find ways to not necessarily spend so much money, especially as 2020 looks like it might be something of a down year in book sales. (This happens every time you get a presidential election, but things are going to get out of hand.)

I’d rather be proven wrong as a cynic than an optimist, at least here.

But fatty fish. Mackerel, sardines, herring, tuna, trout are all fatty. White and warm-water fish are less good, because they tend to have very little fat.

This week, we went into Costco. They had a 1kg package of herring in oil. I’ve never had herring in the store, because traditionally it is pickled with salt and a LOT of onions. I’m allergic to onions, so there.

But this was just hunks of herring. She needs it. I like to expand what goes in my flavor packs, so we bought. Opened it up tonight and counted out 9 steaks, not as wide as my hand but a little longer. Ballpark each one at about 4oz, which is what she should be eating each week.

Pulled out all four of the current flavor packs from the freezer and slipped a herring steak in to freeze with them, so I also have fatty fish. Currently: chicken thigh, duck confit, pork skin with fat and meat, beef marrow bones, goat chops, pork neckbones. Half a pound of that lovely offal I made a few weeks back. Add a slab of herring to that.

I cook it by letting it everything defrost overnight in the fridge, and then into the slow cooker. Add all the veggies from the freezer or fridge: broccoli, cauliflower, bok choi, kale, mustard greens, Swiss chard, carrots, cucumber, beet slaw, red cabbage, whatever else.

Olive oil. Avocado oil. Apple Cider Vinegar. Balsamic vinegar. Salt, pepper, cayenne, chili seasoning, garlic, dill, nutritional yeast, etc.

Cook for 24 hours on low, churning lightly every once in a while. Pour into casserole dish and left cool covered in fridge. Eight servings for breakfast. Cut out and nuke while making coffee.

But tonight, we just ate a steak raw. She mixed up some vinegar and sugar and it tasted an awful lot like the fish and chips I used to get when I was a kid, with malt vinegar over it.

Apparently, the Dutch eat herring raw. Like, pull out a steak and dip it in salt and onions and then eat. Dutch sushi, if you will.

But my diet keeps getting broader and better for me.

What are you doing to ensure you outlive all those bastards?

🙂