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    A Holiday Reading Feast

    Posted By on November 26, 2014

    It’s reading season, and here are nine novels all in a cozy bundle:

    Grandma gives a sweater she knitted, Dad receives a necktie he doesn’t really like, the kids get toys that make a variety of noises, most of them loud, all of them annoying. What do writers give for the holiday season? They give the gift of stories that take the reader away to fantastical times or places, tales that can be blood-curdling or heartwarming, adventures that capture the heart of the season.

    As curator for, I put together nine books for your holiday reading cheer, from Mardi Gras to Thanksgiving, to Hanukkah, Winter Solstice, Christmas, New Years—who knows, there may even be a Boxing Day story in there somewhere.  They are all in the Holiday Fantasy Bundle

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    If you want short stories to sample one at a time, like taking candy out of a Christmas stocking, we have plenty of those, four anthologies with remarkable tales by Kevin J. Anderson, Jody Lynn Nye, Jonathan Maberry, Mercedes Lackey, Patricia Briggs, Heather Graham, David Farland, Larry Correia, Carole Nelson Douglas, Mary Jo Putney, Kristine Kathryn Rusch, Nina Kiriki Hoffman, Dean Wesley Smith, M.L. Buchman, and others. Your brain will be as stuffed as the family after a Thanksgiving feast.

    If you want to sink your teeth into a longer work, try the epic SILVER AND GOLD by David Sakmyster, set in the gold and silver rushes of California and Nevada, with dogsled races and arctic monsters, vile industrialists and noble heroes. Or for lighter fare, Mark Teppo’s RUDOLPH is a first-person account of the behind-the-scenes workings of the North Pole, told by one of Santa’s elves. Carole Nelson Douglas reinvents A Christmas Cariol in A Wall $treet Christmas Carol, but don’t be scrooged! Kristine Grayson’s VISIONS OF SUGAR PLUMS is a charming romantic fantasy about an image specialist with the assignment of handling Santa’s “brand” in the face of an anti-obesity campaign. And Dean Wesley Smith presents his popular series character Poker Boy in a dire caper to save Christmas in HEAVEN PAINTED AS A CHRISTMAS GIFT.

    That’s enough great books to pile up under your electronic Christmas tree. In storybundle, you can get these Holiday Fantasy books for whatever price you name, and a portion of the proceeds goes to charity. For a minimum bid of $5, you’ll get the first four books; if you pay $12 or more, you get all nine.  All eBook formats, and available worldwide.



    Posted By on November 25, 2014

    With Thanksgiving coming right up, it seemed appropriate to feature the new FANTASTIC HOLIDAY SEASON volume for Teaser Tuesday. This book is a wonderful collection of heartwarming (or bone-chilling) holiday stories for your good reading cheer. Includes tales by Patricia Briggs, Jonathan Maberry, Mercedes Lackey, Heather Graham, Kevin J. Anderson, Kristine Kathryn Rusch, Nina Kiriki Hoffman, Brad R. Torgersen, Quincy J. Allen, Ken Scholes, Sam Knight, Mike Resnick, David Boop, and Eric James Stone.

    And we just got a starred review in Publishers Weekly! “This often amusing and frequently compelling collection features Christmas-themed short stories from some of fantasy and science fiction’s brightest stars. This is the perfect escape for weary holiday shoppers.”


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    This teaser is from Ken Scholes’s hilarious story—which happens to be set on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, about a zombie apocalypse, a trailer park, Thanksgiving dinner, and a pig:

    A World Done In by Great Granny’s Grateful Pie

    Ken Scholes


    t was the Tuesday before Thanksgiving and everything was going to shit all at once, the way things usually like to. Of course it was a different kind of going to shit compared to, say, last year’s Thanksgiving in Iraq. That one started with flares and shots ricocheting off stone and ended with me slowly heading home on a medical discharge. This Thanksgiving started with the goddamn underpinning going missing and ended with burning Great Granny’s Grateful Pie. And somewhere in the middle was the matter of Mama’s plus one.

    “You know, Kay Ann,” Mama insisted in her most saccharine voice, “my plus one.”

    I put the pie in the oven. “Your plus one?” I pushed buttons that I assumed were the timer. It was my new stove. In my new kitchen. In my new trailer back home in Reynolds, Kentucky.

    “Yes, like them fancy folks do at their parties. A plus one.”

    “So you’re bringing a date to Thanksgiving dinner?” The oven beeped at me and I pushed more buttons.

    She gave one of her patented sighs of exasperation. “No, no, not a date.”

    I offered my own approximation of the same sigh. “Okay, what’s his name?”

    “Reverend Franklin T. Seymour. I’m sure you’ve met him.”

    Yes. I’d met him. The new youth pastor at her church. This wasn’t the first time he’d come up. “Christ, Mama, you’re bringing the boy preacher to Thanksgiving?”

    “Language, Kay Ann,” she said in her best somber tone. “And I thought it would be real Christianly with all his people in Oklahoma and him all alone out here.”

    “He’s not alone. He’s got the Lord, Mama. He’ll be fine.”

    “You know what I mean, Kay Ann.” I waited for her to say the rest. He had a steady job that wasn’t illegal, had a sense of purpose and decent personal hygiene. These moved most gentleman callers to the top of Mama’s list. Not for herself, mind you, but for her oldest daughter. I heard gravel crunching in the trailer park’s driveway and looked up to see August Cooper’s big Ford pulling up. When she didn’t say the rest, I saw my opportunity and took it. “Okay. Franklin Seymour is your plus one. Uncle Auggie’s here, Mama. Hopefully to see about my underpinning. I’ll see you Thursday.”

    I was off the phone and on the double-wide’s narrow porch before my uncle had grunted his way out of the truck, hiking up his torn Levis to help out his stretched red suspenders. “Sumbitch,” he said, pushing back his Cooper Construction ball-cap to scratch his head. “Where’s the goddam underpinning?”

    “In the back of your truck, Uncle Auggie, I hope.”

    His face registered surprise and he actually checked the bed, bless his heart, before answering. “Nope. I thought Ernie put them up Sunday.”

    Ernie was my cousin, his youngest and about as shiftless as you could get. “It appears,” I said, “that he was waylaid.”

    Way baked was more likely, I suspected.

    “It does appear so,” he said. He leaned over and looked under the trailer. “How’s the rest of it seem?”

    “Sturdy,” I said.

    Uncle Auggie nodded. “Good.”

    “So any chance I’ll have my skirting up before Thanksgiving?

    He scowled. “I sure can try. Have to find it first.”

    My phone started vibrating and I checked it, expecting it to be my mother again. It was my sister. I gave my uncle an apologetic glance. “I have to take this.”

    “I’ll take a quick walk about, see what’s what, then go see if I can scare up Ernie and your underpinning.”

    “Thanks, Uncle Auggie.” I transitioned smoothly into the call. “Hey Sis.”

    “Hey,” she said. “Where you been? I’ve been calling.”

    “I’ve been moving,” I reminded her.

    “Oh yeah. All done?”

    “Nope. And Uncle Auggie’s lost my underpinning.”

    She laughed. “Ernie sold it to buy weed, I’m sure.”

    I laughed with her. “Probably so. Or traded it straight across.”

    Then her voice changed and I should’ve known what was coming. “So … what time’s dinner Thursday?”

    “I told Mama two but to come whenever.”

    “Okay. I’ve got my plus one sorted out.”

    I felt the front end of my exasperation sigh coming on. “You’re bringing a plus one, too?”

    And how she answered it, her tone of voice and even the volume, told me everything I needed to know. I was being plotted against by my own family. “Oh, are Mama and Bobby bringing plus ones, too? I hadn’t heard.”

    “Mama is.” Bobby was too but I wasn’t supposed to know that yet. He’d call next. She’d just given it away.

    “Oh goodness,” she said, as if she hadn’t known all along.

    “Yes,” I said. “So who are you bringing?”

    “Johnny Alvin. Remember him?”

    I did, vaguely. He was a few years ahead of us in high school. He drove a sky-blue 1973 Ford Maverick with a 351 Windsor engine and glass pack muffler and listened to a lot of Rush. “Is he still delivering pizzas for the Pizza Shack?”

    I could hear the pride in her voice. “No, ma’am. He’s assistant manager now. Though he’s studying mortuary science at night and interning down at Drummond’s Funeral Parlor.”

    “Mortuary science?”

    My sister sometimes mistook surprise for ignorance and answered accordingly. “You know, dead people stuff. Embalming. Funeral directing.”

    I wasn’t sure what to say. She’d gotten the first two in there. Steady work. Ambition. I decided to help her out. “I’m sure he cleans up well, too. Probably has himself a black suit.”

    “Oh yes,” she said.

    “Good. You’ll both be very happy together. And I just want you to know I’m fine with you bringing your new boyfriend to Thanksgiving dinner. I’m sure we’ll all love him.”

    She was still sputtering when I told her I’d see them Thursday and hung up.

    Uncle Auggie let himself out of the trailer as I slipped the phone back into my pocket. “Everything’s working,” he said. “Heat, water, electric.” He took a light jump on the porch. “Everything’s solid, too.”

    He’d put half the trailers into the Shady Grove Mobile Home Park over the last thirty years. Mine was the newest, though it wasn’t brand new. Just new to me and new to the park. He’d helped me find it and then he’d moved it for me at a price we both could live with. “I sure do appreciate it, Uncle Auggie.”

    He tipped his hat. “Thank you for your service to our great nation.”

    I tipped my own ballcap back. “And yours.” He’d served in Vietnam. He’d not been excited to see a niece joining up, much less going overseas into that clusterfuck but now that I was home, he talked to me differently, looked at me differently. Respectfully.

    “I’ll see to that underpinning,” he said as he climbed into his truck.

    The phone vibrated in my pocket again. But I knew who it was. My brother. Calling about his plus one. Though I don’t think Mama or my sister had any idea just how different a direction my brother had taken things.

    By the time we were off the phone, I was pretty sure Thursday was going to be both hysterically fun and maybe the worst Thanksgiving of my life all at the same time. I had no idea, truly.

    When I got back into the trailer, it was already filling with smoke and a terrible stench that made my eyes water as I ran into the kitchen gagging.

    Something had gone badly wrong with great Granny’s pie.

    Of course, I saw that as the least of my problems and fed the burnt offering to the park’s community pig before locking up and heading back into town for another load of boxes.

    And again, I had no idea, truly. But that damn pig sure was happy about his pie.

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    Brainstorming NAVIGATORS OF DUNE

    Posted By on November 25, 2014

    It’s the grand finale of the Great Schools of Dune trilogy, which we launched with SISTERHOOD OF DUNE in fall of 2011 then followed up with MENTATS OF DUNE in March 2014, and now we will complete with NAVIGATORS OF DUNE.


    Right after we delivered the final manuscript of MENTATS OF DUNE in March 2013, Brian and I were together in Seattle doing promotion for HELLHOLE AWAKENING. We did a book signing at University Books and also appeared at the NorWescon science fiction convention. But because we had just delivered book 2 and had all the storylines in our heads,  we didn’t want to miss the rare opportunity of being in the same city at the same time. So, we carved out an afternoon, sat down in a diner not too far from the NorWescon convention, and spent hours figuring out how we were going to wrap up all those plotlines. We had a great, invigorating session, throwing around a lot of ideas, and took copious notes in the broad strokes of the plot for NAVIGATORS OF DUNE.


    But that novel wasn’t next on our plate. Later that year we also had to write the epic finale to our Hellhole trilogy, HELLHOLE INFERNO—but we were smart to get those NAVIGATORS ideas down on paper while everything was fresh.  We finished HELLHOLE INFERNO and delivered it, and we also had plenty of other projects to focus on. Brian had THE LITTLE GREEN BOOK OF CHAIRMAN RAHMA, and I had THE DARK BETWEEN THE STARS and my Dan Shamble, Zombie PI series. HELLHOLE INFERNO was published in August 2014, and we got caught up in promoting that novel.

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    But it was time to get to work on our next important project: NAVIGATORS OF DUNE, and for that we needed some good solid time to brainstorm. Brian and I compared calendars and found a time when we could get together in October, four days 20-23. I flew in to Seattle, reviewing all of those Norwescon diner notes during the plane trip; we had each previously skimmed over MENTATS OF DUNE to refresh our memories. Brian called me while I was waiting to board the ferry, and he was eager to start brainstorming already, so we tossed some new ideas back and forth. When he picked me up from the terminal, we were talking about the book from the moment I got in the car. With our notes, we stopped at a brand new local microbrewery for an IPA and initial brainstorming, then off to Brian’s house for more brainstorming.

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    We already had the broad strokes of the story, from the diner conversation more than a year earlier, but we started to fill in the details, coming up with more cool ideas to connect plot lines. To avoid burnout too soon, we went out to dinner at our favorite local Thai restaurant with Brian’s wife Jan, then back to the house for more brainstorming, then we called it a night. Next morning with a fresh (and large) pot of coffee, we started in again. We took advantage of the clear, sunny day (a rarity in the Pacific Northwest this time of year) and went out for a nice hike, because we find that’s an excellent way to get the creative energies flowing.  More great ideas.  Then dinner at a local pub, and back to the house for a break—our brains were mush by then!—to watch a movie.  Brian loves classic movies and he always convinces me to watch some old black-and-white classic.  I usually grumble, but I usually end up enjoying the movie (because Brian has good recommendations). For the first night, he suggested a John Wayne classic “Red River” (yes, I liked it), and the following night we agreed on “The Grapes of Wrath” (I liked that one, too).

    For our second full day of brainstorming, we started breaking down the big story into chapters, characters, story lines, separating them into broad plots, and then started the hard detail work of dividing the big plots into discrete chapters, and then to interweave them.  How to wrap up the grand story of Vorian Atreides, one of our most popular characters ever, and his blood-feud with Valya Harkonnen? What will Valya do with the Sisterhood?  Emperor Roderick Corrino in his crisis, caught in the titanic struggle between the barbarian fanatics led by Manford Torondo and Anari Idaho and the enlightened but ruthless forces of Josef Venport and his Navigators. And the evil robot Erasmus…the slightly insane Anna Corrino, the hellish research lab on poisonous Denali, the new cymeks…  It’s a lot to organize!

    Sometimes Brian would type furiously on the laptop, sometimes I would.  By the time we played “The Grapes of Wrath” that evening, with a nice bottle of red wine open, we were again drained, but feeling pretty good—we had a solid, dramatic story that just needed to be fine tuned.

    Next morning, we went out to another diner for breakfast, still working on some of the finer plot points, connecting some strands, but we already had a lot keyed in, and it just needed to be organized and broken down.  Brian drove me to the ferry after a quick lunch, and I was on my way home. NAVIGATORS OF DUNE is our *eighteenth* book together since 1996—so we’ve really figured out how to get the best out of each other.

    On the flight back home I mulled over the notes, with noise-cancelling headphones on, just with good solid concentration time. I organized the notes and outlines more, and then when I got home for the next few days I worked on it more.  About a week later, I sent Brian my first cut breakdown, about 70 chapters, and then sent it back to him for his editing.  Brian dove into the outline for several weeks while I buried myself in the final revisions and edit of my 750-page novel BLOOD OF THE COSMOS. He expanded the outline to about 82 chapters and did some sanding and polishing to make the pieces fit together better, then sent it back to me.

    I had to let it cool off while I finished my BLOOD OF THE COSMOS edit, and last week I gave that final manuscript to my wife Rebecca for her detailed copy-edit on the prose. That gave me the chance to work on the NAVIGATORS OF DUNE outline again.  I’d had about a month to clear my head, so I could approach the story fresh.  Brian made copious notes about his changes and other ideas he added.  I worked on it, talked with Brian on the phone, then worked on it more. I expanded the outline to 96 chapters, but then went back with a more ruthless mindset to see what could be combined. Why use two chapters if the same story-needs can be delivered in one chapter?  As of this afternoon, as I finished this draft of an outline that is near final (though still subject to more rounds of changes—and even more when we do the actual writing).  85 chapters so far.

    Now it goes back to Brian. We’re getting close, and we hope to start writing by the first of the year.  No idea when it will be scheduled for publication.


    Off the Radar

    Posted By on November 22, 2014

    Yes, I have disappeared from my own blog for quite a while, only popping up to do a quick post about a book bundle in the past month or so.  I have been even more buried than usual with writing and publishing deadlines and life in general, and although I do post quick updates regularly on my Facebook page (and go here to join, if you aren’t already Following), this has unfortunately not managed to climb to the top of the stack.

    But I’ve been clearing the decks like crazy and now I see a little bit of daylights.

    WRITING: for most of the month I have been immersed in the rewrite and then the final edit of my 750-page manuscript of BLOOD OF THE COSMOS, second book in the Saga of Shadows trilogy, following THE DARK BETWEEN THE STARS. This involved adding new chapters and scenes, rewriting a lot of interactions, fine-tuning some plot points, and tying up loose ends. After I finished my rewrites to the whole manuscript—750 pages—I then turned right around back to page 1 to edit all 750 pages all over again. In the middle of that, I went up to Estes Park on the edge of Rock Mountain National Park, holed up in a cabin for five days, and just edited all day long to make real headway. Right now, Rebecca is up to page 2o0 on her copy-edit of the manuscript.  Here is Stephen Youll’s amazing cover painting for the book.



    I also flew to Georgia to be a guest for the weekend at the Coca-Cola Science Center’s SF weekend, was a guest via Skype at the European Rushcon, drove up and did a book signing in Cheyenne, WY,  flew to Seattle to spend five days with Brian Herbert brainstorming our detailed chapter-by-chapter outline for NAVIGATORS OF DUNE, which is just about ready to be written—as soon as I go over the outline one more time. I met twice with my long-time coauthor Doug Beason (ILL WIND, ASSEMBLERS OF INFINITY) to develop ideas for new high-tech thrillers we want to work on.  And with Neil Peart, I’m about 2/3 of the way finished writing CLOCKWORK LIVES, a sequel of sorts to CLOCKWORK ANGELS. And I did a new X-Files novelette, “Statues,” for an X-Files anthology edited by Jonathan Maberry, and the introduction for a new volume of the popular web comic “Looking for Group.”

    PUBLISHING: That was just in my incarnation as a writer. As the Publisher of WordFire Press, we’ve got a lot of books working through production. Since October, we have released (or are about to release) numerous new books, including the last three political thrillers in Allen Drury’s landmark “Advise and Consent” series, a new Mike Resnick collection AWAY GAMES, a holiday anthology A FANTASTIC HOLIDAY SEASON: THE GIFT OF STORIES (which just got a starred review in Publisher’s Weekly!), several Jody Lynn Nye novels (MYTHOLOGY 101, STRONG ARM TACTICS, and a holiday collection A CIRCLE OF CELEBRATIONS), a never-before published Frank Herbert novel A THORN IN THE BUSH, a nice edition of CLOCKWORK ANGELS: THE COMIC SCRIPTS (for Rush fans and comics writers), a new military SF anthology FIVE BY FIVE 3: TARGET ZONE, a steampunk anthology THE BEST OF PENNY DREAD TALES, an urban fantasy novel by Peter J. Wacks HAIR OF THE WOLF, an upcoming Dan Shamble Zombie PI collection WORKING STIFF, a hard SF anthology edited by Jody Lynn Nye LAUNCH PAD, and two reissues of my SF novels with Doug Beason LIFELINE and THE TRINITY PARADOX.

    For WordFire Press, I also serve as the Art Director, so I work with our designers and authors to get every one of those covers developed and designed. I can only handle all this publishing work because I have a great, competent, and dedicated team working on it and saving my bacon again and again—Peter J. Wacks, Vivian Trask, Quincy J. Allen, Keith J. Olexa, James Sams, Tara Henderson, Mia Kleve, David Boop, and of course my co-publisher (and wife) Rebecca Moesta.

    LIFE: In the intersection of publishing and Life, I am also nearly finished writing, designing, and producing our annual holiday card (no store-bought card will do!) and my brother-in-law T. Duren Jones and I are finishing our annual gorgeous “Tales from the Trails” calendar, filled with anecdotes of our hiking escapades as well as our own photography. We had visiting family members, three birthdays (Jonathan, Rebecca, and Rebecca’s father), my parents had an anniversary. One of my closest friends had surgery and was in the hospital for two days, and another close friend, Alan Lickiss, passed away after a long illness.

    I will write more about all these things as I get a chance, but as you can tell from the paragraphs above, I just haven’t had the time. I’ll catch up.  I always do.


    Things that Go Bump in the Night—Urban Fantasy Bundle

    Posted By on October 15, 2014

    It’s that time of year to feast on great spooky stories—and Halloween means FUN as well as SCARY.  So, a batch of Urban Fantasy novels is just the ticket.

    I’m curating a new Urban Fantasy bundle for, a remarkable collection of ten terrific novels by bestselling, legendary authors and rising stars. As always, at storybundle, you name your own price—whatever you feel the books are worth, and a portion of the proceeds goes to charity (in this case, the Challenger Centers for Space Science Education, Mighty Writers, and Girls Write Now).

    The Urban Fantasy bundle contains my original Dan Shamble, Zombie P.I. collection WORKING STIFF, seven cases featuring everybody’s favorite dead detective—a special sneak preview, because the book itself will not be released until January!


    And the bundle includes a new Harry Dresden book by Jim Butcher—WORKING FOR BIGFOOT, all three of Harry Dresden’s Bigfoot cases, never before collected. This book is not available anywhere else.  AND, Vicki Pettersson presents an original, never-released work THE REORDERING, which is not available elsewhere.  AND AND Carole Nelson Douglas put together a brand new collection of her popular Delilah Street Urban Fantasy stories, just for this bundle.


    Other New York Times bestselling authors include David Farland with his novel NIGHTINGALE, Michael A. Stackpole has TRICKNOMANCY, and P.N. Elrod delivers THE DEVIL YOU KNOW.  Want more? Elizabeth Bear offers WHISKEY AND WATER, a novel of the Promethean Age, Rhiannon Paille has VILLAINS from her Ferryman and the Flame series, and Peter J. Wacks delivers HAIR OF THE WOLF.

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    For Storybundle, you decide what price you want to pay.  For $5 (or more, if you feel generous), you’ll get the basic bundle of five books in any eBook format—WORLDWIDE.  If you pay $14 (or more, if you feel generous), you’ll get the five bonus books as well.

    The Urban Fantasy bundle runs for three weeks only. This is a great deal, and a great way to pick up a batch of books for those chilly autumn nights—and you’ll be able to get the Dan Shamble WORKING STIFF, Vicki Pettersson’s THE REORDERING, and the Harry Dresden WORKING FOR BIGFOOT books, which are not available anywhere else.



    Nanowrimo Writing Tools bundle—12 books for $15

    Posted By on October 6, 2014

    I’ve curated many novel bundles before, but this one is a very special toolkit for writers. has put together a massive batch of useful books that will help you survive—and thrive—during National Novel Writing Month. Twelve books on writing craft, productivity, and business—by eight bestselling writers, a TV producer, and more.  And you name your own price.

    The NaNoWriMo Writing Tools Bundle is a treasure chest of books vital to your success not only in writing your novel in a month but in launching your long-term career as a successful writer. This is a toolkit, a drill sergeant, a mentor, and a cheerleading section, all in one.

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    To help you write, and keep writing, there’s Million Dollar Productivity by Kevin J. Anderson, 500 Ways to Write Harder by Chuck Wendig, and A Novel in 21 Days by Mike Stackpole.

    To hone your craft as a writer, there’s Million Dollar Outlines by David Farland, The Pursuit of Perfection (and How It Harms Writers) by Kristine Kathryn Rusch, Drawing on the Power of Resonance in Writing by David Farland, Shadows Beneath: The Writing Excuses Anthology by Brandon Sanderson, Mary Robinette Kowal, Dan Wells, and Howard Tayler, and The Non-User-Friendly Guide for Aspiring TV Writers by XENA producer Steven L. Sears.

    To understand the business of writing and to build your career, there’s Killing the Sacred Cows of Publishing by Dean Wesley Smith, The Freelancer’s Survival Guide by Kristine Kathryn Rusch, Million Dollar Professionalism for Writers by Kevin J. Anderson and Rebecca Moesta, and Charisma +1: A Convention Etiquette Guide for Writers, Geeks, and the Socially Awkward by Jessica Brawner.

    At, you name your own price and receive either the basic bundle of six books (minimum $5 bid) or all 12 books (minimum $15 bid) which are vital books to hone your writing skills and your business acumen in the writing and publishing industry. Available in all eBook formats, and *worldwide*.  In other words, pay $5 (or more) and get the first six; pay $15 (or more) and get the whole batch. And a portion of the proceeds goes to two worthy literacy charities.

    It’s something to read when you’re not writing!

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    Concerts and Aspens

    Posted By on October 2, 2014

    It’s been a fun two days, from loud music and crowds to utter silence and mountain beauty—and I loved both.

    On Tuesday, thanks to the efforts of our friends David Boop and Peter J. Wacks, we got tickets and backstage passes to see the Dandy Warhols in the legendary Bluebird Theater on Colfax Ave in Denver.  The Dandy Warhols had been on the edge of my musical radar, but we were happy to see the concert; I spent the afternoon listening to a lot of their YouTube tracks, getting familiar with the music. As a point of connection, Peter and David had written a Veronica Mars novel, FAST TIMES AT NEPTUNE HIGH, which WordFire Press published through Kindle Worlds—and the Dandy Warhols did the VERONICA MARS TV theme music.

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    We enjoyed the concert and afterward we all went back to chat with the band members (in a veritable dungeon beneath the Bluebird!)  Lead singer Courtney Taylor-Taylor and keyboardist Zia McCabe were both fans of our books, both big readers.


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    Peter J. Wacks with Zia McCabe and Courtney Taylor-Taylor


    And David Boop with Zia and Courtney

    Rebecca and I got home late, crashed…and the next morning I headed out for a nice hike, wanting to get in some more mountains before the weather turned wintry. Unfortunately, a winter storm was indeed on the way, so I couldn’t go up to climb the mountain peaks I had expected.  Instead, I did a great hike in lower mountains with a spectacular view of Pike’s Peak. With all that wilderness and inspiration, I did a chapter and a complete story in CLOCKWORK LIVES—and some great stuff it was, too!  (I am really enjoying this book…it is wonderful to be back in Albion with old friends like the Watchmaker, Mrs. Courier, and others…)

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    Posted By on September 30, 2014

    Over the past twenty years, Rebecca Moesta and I have given our workshop  ”Things I Wish Some Pro Had Told Me When I Was Starting out” to thousands of writing students. In preparation for Nanowrimo next month, and also for the upcoming Superstars Writing Seminar in February, we put all that knowledge down on paper, including a lot of new sections that we never have time to cover in person.  This book won’t teach you how to write—it will teach you how to be a professional writer.


    The print version will be released next week. Available now in all eBook formats for $6.99

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    If you want to be treated as a professional writer, you need to act like a professional. Take yourself and your career seriously. Behave in a way that you would expect a professional to behave.

    When you see a doctor, lawyer, banker, or business executive, you expect certain standards—that they are mature, reliable people you’d want to do business with.

    You’ve probably seen writers portrayed on TV or film as eccentric, ditzy, pompous, or curmudgeonly, as if that’s the norm for a writer. They shrug. “Eh, creative people. What can you do?”

    You can be professional.

    When Kevin sold his first novel in 1987, he received an author questionnaire from the publisher’s publicity department, asking about his interests, his areas of expertise, and his background in doing interviews and public appearances. Before the pub-lisher turned him loose on book signings or set up media interviews, Kevin naïvely assumed that some-one would train him. Since the publisher had a vested interest in their author making a good public impression, shouldn’t they go over a list of guidelines or standards of behavior to make sure he was ready for prime time? After all, as an author representing their publishing company, he had their reputation as well as his own on the line. Surely they gave their authors some kind of code of conduct to keep them from shooting themselves in the foot, putting their foot in their mouths, or any other foot metaphor you prefer. When he asked about it, they told Kevin, “You should just know what to do.”

    Unfortunately, many authors have no idea what to do.

    After a successful career spanning more than a quarter of a century, with over 125 books published and 50+ national or international bestsellers, Kevin has spent a lot of time learning how to be profess-sional.

    He and his wife Rebecca—also an award-winning and New York Times bestselling author of dozens of books—have given lectures and workshops for thousands and thousands of writers.

    They have presented their seminar “Things I Wish Some Pro Had Told Me When I Was Starting Out” for two decades, often to standing-room-only crowds.

    Finally, they decided it was time to put that information in writing. The need for business knowledge and professional behavior is greater than ever. With more authors choosing the indie publishing route, they are forced to be front and center—producing and promoting their books, meeting fans, talking to bookstores. No longer can socially inept authors safely tuck themselves away in a cabin so they can write, while someone else does all the legwork.

    With the explosion of social media, blogs, and discussion boards, where writers have direct interact-tions with readers—not to mention the potential for unfortunate flame-wars—it is imperative that writers learn to be professional, to stand out above the crowd of amateurs and be taken seriously.

    The authors hope this book helps. They’ll be watching.


    Anniversar-Week—23 years!

    Posted By on September 27, 2014

    On September 14, Rebecca and I celebrated 23 years of marriage.   In 1991, in the back yard of our house in Livermore, CA, we had a wedding ceremony surrounded by friends, with “Best People” Doug Beason and Kristine Kathryn Rusch.


    Rather than picking one thing to do to celebrate our anniversary, Rebecca and I have instituted “anniversar-week.” We each put down things on an anniversary bucket list, places we wanted to see, favorite restaurants, fun activities, movies to watch. Small but fun things that we do together. And then we spend the week doing as many of them as we can.

    We went out to dinner at Tajine Alaimi, our favorite local Moroccan restaurant; one night we made fondue for two at home; we went out to see Guardians of the Galaxy in the theater, and RedBox rented Spider-Man 2, RoboCop, and Captain America: The Winter Soldier (all of which we had missed in the theaters).  We went to a Saturday morning breakfast at the Egg and I, went to another dinner at Rock Bottom Brewery.  We took a few weekend hours at the local Farmer’s Market, which we had always wanted to do.  We went to the amazing outdoor wonderland Bass Pro Shop (never been there), which could only be one-upped by another one in Denver, Cabela’s Outdoor World—so we did that, too.  We drove up to Denver to have lunch at Fogo de Chao, our favorite Brazilian Steakhouse, then on the way back, stopped at the Godiva Chocolate store. Another night we had a lovely tapas-style feast with cheeses, meats, veggies, dips, fruits, olives, prosciutto, and chocolate.

    We toured the Cave of the Winds, which we haven’t done in more than ten years, after which we had dinner at an historic Mexican restaurant at creekside. (And after her back surgery, Rebecca did terrific all week.)

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    Finally, we had dinner at Il Vicino–wood-fired pizza and microbrewery, with Jonathan and Jessica and grandsons Harrison and Xavier (does it get any better).  On Sunday, for the very last part of anniversar-week, Rebecca and I are driving to Pagosa Springs, an amazing hot springs resort in the Colorado Mountains.

    Then we’ll need to start compiling our list for next year!



    Rushcon 14—a Headlong Flight

    Posted By on September 15, 2014

    When I do appearances and travel, sometimes I’m just a guest author. Sometimes I fit right in.  The Rushcon folks are definitely my people.

    I was invited to be a guest at Rushcon 14 in Toronto, August 22-24, so I could talk about CLOCKWORK ANGELS the novel and the new comic series being released by BOOM! Studios. It’s always good to have any excuse to go up to Toronto, and I gladly accepted the invitation.

    I flew out a day early to spend time with Mark Leslie LeFebvre from Kobo Writing Life, since my WordFire Press does so much direct work with Kobo. Of course it was business-related, but since Mark is also a big microbrew fan (and Rush fan, too) we spent the previous evening together hitting (crawling) the local pubs, and I even had my obligatory poutine at a pub—which was far superior to any other one I’d had previously.


    Mark Leslie LeFebvre, poutine, and beer: three essential items for a visit to Toronto

    After spending the night in Mark’s guest bedroom, we headed out Friday morning to a meeting at the main offices of Wattpad, a vastly popular reading-sharing site, where we meet with the Wattpad people to talk about my experiences as an indie author and how WordFire Press could work with them. Wattpad is also a sponsor of next year’s Superstars Writing Seminar. We had a great brainstorming session with a lot of exciting ideas, and then Mark took me to check into my hotel for Rushcon—and then it was off to the main Kobo offices, where I met many of the staff then spent an hour behind closed doors with their development team to discuss how they could work more closely with WordFire Press, and we came up with some great ideas. After such productive talks with Wattpad and Kobo, someone remarked, “How many big traditional publishers would bring in one of their authors for meetings on how everybody could work better for the mutual benefit of all?”

    Kobo held a reception, talk, and autographing for me. I gave a talk for about an hour, answered questions, signed autographs. Fans came from all around Toronto, and each attendee received Kobo copies of one of my books.  Kobo also gave me a high-end Kobo Aura eReader loaded with CLOCKWORK ANGELS and my story “Drumbeats” with Neil Peart as a door prize for Rushcon.


    Then back to the Chelsea Eaton hotel to switch from my Author/Publisher persona to Rushcon Author persona—and the Rushcon VIP reception. I picked up my badge, program book, met up with the fabulous JILLIAN who is the goddess of Rushcon and a fine person, and hung out with a lot of other fans, with my table of Team Presto for a trivia game (which we didn’t win, despite my team’s outstanding performance). A good time was had by all…and we were just starting!



    with Jillian Of Rushcon

    As part of Team Presto, I also met Elaine Kosteva, who took the rest of the terrific photos—posted below with her permission, and my great thanks!

    Saturday, I worked in the room that morning, editing BLOOD OF THE COSMOS, and then met up with friend and fan (and invaluable assistant) Jonathan Flamm, and we hauled my books over to the Rushcon venue, The Great Hall. We set up our table with many copies of CLOCKWORK ANGELS in both hardcover and trade paperback, RESURRECTION, INC (my first novel, also inspired by a Rush album), the BOOM! comic issues, and other Rush ephemera, as well as some Dan Shamble books (which the Rush fans also love).  ECW Press had arranged to deliver copies of the books, and the publisher, David Caron, would come to hear my talk on Sunday.  Apart from a bit of frantic panic when we discovered that my Square credit card reader decided not to work in Canada, we had a great morning in the dealer’s room.


    During the afternoon trivia game, I presented the Kobo Reader prize to one of the winners, and also made one of two promised “big announcements”—that I would be editing a new anthology, along with John McFetridge, of stories inspired by Rush songs, to be published by ECW Press…and that I am doing an original novella titled “2113.”  [A title sure to send a tingle through every Rush fan.]


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    I had dinner with one of my former writing students, Stephen Kotowych, got back to the room and did a little more editing (I missed the concert by the Rush tribute band Lotus Land, alas). Next day, Sunday, was my big day.  I gave my hour-long talk on the main stage in front of the full crowd. Just before I started the speech, David Caron, the publisher of ECW, arrived (and I was glad, because I wanted him to hear my second surprise “big announcement.”)  I talked about my life growing up inspired by Rush, how I had gotten to know Neil Peart through my first novel RESURRECTION, INC., which ECW had just reissued, how that led to the wildly successful CLOCKWORK ANGELS novel and comics. And then I paused and delivered the news that I had kept a close secret all along—that Neil and I were working on a sequel, CLOCKWORK LIVES, and that we’re about 1/3 of the way finished. That was greeted with a nice long round of applause!

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    After the talk, we sold completely out of RESURRECTION, INC as well as most of the copies of CLOCKWORK ANGELS. My time was tight, and after a quick lunch with Jonatan Flamm and David Caron (who was quite happy to hear of a new CLOCKWORK novel), David took me off to the Toronto airport—YYZ, of course—and I flew home.  A headlong flight indeed, and I enjoyed myself a lot.

    I just might have to come back next year, with two new Rush-related books under my belt!

    A REMINDER:  Right now, we have a big Cyberpunk Storybundle running—13 cutting-edge science fiction novels, including RESURRECTION, INC.  Name your own price to get the whole batch.  Go to, or read my previous blog entry for full details.

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