Well, I have some good news and some bad news.
The good news is: “Dr. Fixit’s Malicious Machine” — now published through Second Wind Publishing LLC (YAY!) — will be available at Spocon, as will “The Counterfeit Zombies of Noc”, both with updated covers (pictured below). Of course I will also be there in person to sign, talk, and teach!
Now for the bad news.
“Rise of the Nefarious Numbots” will not be available at Spocon this year after all. This was a difficult decision, but in the end I chose to ensure a quality story for my readers rather than rushing the story so it will be out quickly. I plan on having “Numbots” available in a small scale in September, at Glamirita Clothing and Accessories in the Garland District in Spokane. It will also be available to order online for one day only as an Amazon title, before switching over to Second Wind Publishing for national release. I will let you all know when that will be as soon as I am able.
You’ve been waiting patiently.
You’ve been wondering when it would be OUT already.
You’ve looked for SOME sign on this website that it is actually coming.
Well, here it is!
At Spocon, Glamirita, and Here on this Website…
The Official Release 0f…
“RISE OF THE NEFARIOUS NUMBOTS”
The third and FINAL volume of “Guts and Glory, Freedom Fighters of Nil” is almost here!
Check back here soon for exact dates, and spread the word!
There is very little I know about this life. One thing I can reasonably state as fact, however, is my direct connection with the greats of literature. This isn’t because I sit around reading their work, brooding over the depth of their prose. I’m not even proud that I’m part of this “elite” group. It actually… kind of sucks.
See, I actually live the life they did… only in my own century.
I am what most people call “a night person”. This isn’t particularly a romantic title, but I don’t really care. (Does that make me totally emo awesome? Still don’t care.) Seriously, with a bluntness that only comes from being entirely, raw-honest, I can say that more than half the time I wish I could be… normal. Just normal. Able to go to bed at what “decent folk” call a “decent hour”. Able to get up in time to get my kids ready for school with a smile on my face and scrambled eggs in their bellies.
The reality, however, is far darker.
My kids love me, and I love them. I get up with them long enough to get them out the door. I go to EVERY parent-teacher conference, and I schedule mommy-daughter and mommy-son dates. Their birthday parties are AMAZING. We eat dinner around the table more nights than not, and discuss the craziest subjects, like religion, philosophy, and politics.
Yes, even with the 6-year-0ld.
But on a day-to-day scale, I drop the ball. A lot.
My kids know how to make their own breakfast. Even my youngest. My kids’ bedding goes weeks without being laundered. Sometimes their underwear does, too. They read a lot… but they also play a lot of video games. There are days when they don’t see me at all, because my nocturnally natural and professional schedule just doesn’t work with the one I am trying to let them have.
Usually, that’s on the weekends… usually.
If Edgar Allen Poe had kids… if Emily Bronte’ followed the traditions of her gender in her time… if Mark Twain was a single father… they’d be me.
I’m torn between being proud of my natural predilection towards nocturnal-literati-weirdness, and my fear that my children are being neglected because of it. But there’s one thing I do know, and that’s the fact that I was born to be a crazy writer.
Sometimes I just wonder if maybe I should have been a cat person instead of a mommy…
“How can ya go by names ‘at don’t mean nothin’? That’s loony!” ~ Books, Dr. Fixit’s Malicious Machine
Who are you?
To some, that may be easy to answer. But to most it’s very difficult. Most of us go through our lives trying to figure out the answer to just that exact question. In Nil, the Kids have figured that out — their names define them, and anyone who’s name doesn’t, is entirely foreign to them. In our world, too, kids know who they are. They have figured out their passions, their joy, their place in the world. It isn’t until they are teenagers — inundated with the world’s definition of who they are rather than their own — that they get confused… and for the most part stay that way until their deathbed.
So… who are you? What’s your Nil name? It is the name you gave yourself when you were a child, and thus, it is your only true name.
Remember. Be that person again. Live that life. Until you do, you will never again be fully you.
Hi. I’m Scribbler. I scribble stories.
What is YOUR Nil name?
Dr. Fixit’s Malicious Machine is officially out, and it has been a great success! So many of you have told me how much you’re enjoying it, and I have had numerous questions about the sequel already. I don’t want to disappoint, so here’s a quick update on The Counterfeit Zombies of Noc, book 2 of “Guts and Glory”.
I’m currently hammering away on it, and using some of your totally mag suggestions to make it even better! The release date will be mid to late September, 2013. I know that’s a while to wait, but I promise it’ll be worth it, and during that time I will be posting all sorts of fun teasers here.
In fact, here is the first! Introducing the cover!
Stay tuned for more “Guts and Glory” news, from me and Books!
Flexing my fingers against the trigger at my hip, I surveyed the dungeon I was about to enter. I had been to many such deep, filthy places in search of treasure, but this one was by far the worst. Left for weeks without the services of a proper Dungeon-Delver, its nastiness had festered and grown, providing a home to some of the most hideously deadly creatures imaginable.
Yes the dangers were massive, but so was the treasure. I ducked inside.
Right away I ran into the first monster. It reared up at me with a mighty ROAR! The putrid green slime it was composed of made me gag, but I was no wet-eared n00b, ready to run at the first sight of filth. Quickly, I drew the weapon from my hip and pulled the trigger. As always in my expert hands, the +20 Elven Spray of Bleaching hit true, smacking the monster square in its gaping maw. Quickly, I followed up with the +15 Rag of Wiping on my other hip, removing the monster from existence and restoring the toilet to proper working order.
Kneeling down, I found a dime under the bath mat. Ah, yes. My first gold treasure. It wouldn’t be my last. The laundry-dungeon was always especially rich in Septims. But it wasn’t time for that. Not yet.
I stood, glared around the bathroom-dungeon, and took a swig of my Stamina potion. As the tangy-sweet taste of Red Bull filled my mouth, I reminded myself that this was not finished.
Before the end of the day, I would find my children somewhere in this dungeon and rescue them from the self-created monsters that held them captive.
I got back to work.
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