Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Star Dazed

Well, one of the things you get to see when you live out in the desert are these things called stars.  They're all over the sky.  If I lived closer into town, the light pollution would make things tougher to see.  But it's pretty dark out where I live.  And they're everywhere.  I'm not sure if it makes much difference, overall.  

Sunday, July 24, 2016

Happy Bir*day M'fu*er

Well, today is my birthday.  It's the first time in a decade I haven't had to work.  I guess that's because I'm semi-retired now and not due to some altruistic employer giving me a day off.  I kind of like working on my birthday, as it's a shield from getting sickeningly sweet cake or stupid presents I don't want.  "Gotta work, don't have time" has served me nicely over the years.  

So, I really don't need any cake. If you want to send me money by PayPal that's okay.  And I can think of a few things the redhead at the hardware store could do, but for the most part just leave me alone. I'm fine with that.




Friday, July 22, 2016

Art

Well, the new issue of Story Emporium: Purveyors of Steampunk & Weird Western Adventure is about to be released.  The cover appears below.  The cover seems to be attracting a lot of attention.


Thursday, July 21, 2016

Lamentations

There was some discussion about what works in science fiction at a con I went to a few weeks ago.  The general view was white guy or generic guy from Earth as hero.  That's what readers buy.  May be so. Not having the sales I was hoping for on Bonded Agent,  a female insurance adjuster from Mars.  I guess people don't want to read about some insurance company.  

But it's got lizard men!  For god sake, it's got lizard men.   And that's all I have to say.

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Tidbits

Here are some tidbits about me. I decided not to call them interesting tidbits, because they may not be all that interesting.

My first novel published was the Two Devils.

I drive a Ford.  The car before that was a Ford. The car before that was a Ford.  The car before that was a Ford.  The car before that was a Plymouth.

My first short story published was "The Orb." It appeared in a little publication called Virgin Meat. It has been reprinted elsewhere.

My first fish I ever caught was a rainbow trout at some small lake in Colorado.

My most recent novel is Bonded Agent.  I dearly wish a few thousand people would order a copy.

I live in a manufactured home in Arizona.  I am officially trailer trash.

Although I really like dogs, I have never actually owned one.

I've never been outside of North America.

Favorite pizza topping: pineapple and pepperoni.

Favorite ice cream flavor: Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia.

Favorite movie:  Kill Bill








Saturday, July 16, 2016

Attractions close at 7 pm

I live in what's called a gated community.  There are quite a few of them in Arizona. Whether they truly keep the riff raff out is open to speculation. I guess they make the residents feel more secure. Only it's only partly gated. We have a wide open view of the desert. I was sitting on a bench near the swimming pool last night when somebody let out a shriek. Seems there was a diamondback rattlesnake crawling across the lawn.  There is honest-to-god desert 50 yards from where this snake was.  Snake was likely headed home.  Then the lady's husband said "Get something to kill it."

I got up off the bench and approached them.  "What's going on?"

"There's a rattlesnake."

"I know that," said I.

"We need something to kill it.:"

I drew my 9mm out of its holster.  "A bit loud."  [Yes, I have a concealed carry permit].  I reholstered it.  "Oh, looks like it's getting away."  I went home, just as the snake seemed to be across the lawn. It only had a few feet to go..  

Live out in the desert and get upset when desert creatures are spotted.  Problem is, the snake was the wrong kind of desert creature.  Folks love all the quail we have running around.  The deer caused a stir a few days ago.  But that serpent must be killed.  Not by me.  I would never shoot  a snake because it's crawling across a field.  It wasn't  hurting anyone.   Leave animals alone and they'll leave you alone.  My distraction gave the snake time to escape.  


Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Parallel parking

At least in theory, there may be parallel universes that may resemble our own. This begs the question: in how many universes is Trump running for president in?  Just something to think about as you lie in bed waiting for aliens to come and abduct you tonight.