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The Rotundo World Tour

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April 28-30

MileHiCon 49
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October 27-29

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Archive for September, 2010

The 2010 Rotundo World Tour Rolls On!

Another date has been added to the 2010 Rotundo World Tour: 

This Saturday, October 2nd, I will ford the mighty Mizzou for a reading at Nuke-Con, somewhere in the wilds of Iowa.  (For the geographically challenged, this about a ten-minute drive from my house.)  I’ll be joined by the illustrious Travis Heermann and the mighty Shelly Li.

I’m told the fun starts at 8:00 p.m.  If you’ll be at Nuke-Con, and can pull yourself away from gaming for a few hours–a tall order, I realize–do stop by.  We’ll do our damnedest to make it worth your while.

And don’t forget the final stop on the 2010 tour–Denver’s MileHiCon, October 22nd, 23rd, and 24th.

Hope to see ya somewhere on that lonesome road . . .

Progress Report, in which I might be a genius

More dream time on the new project . . . and some actual work done on an older one.  Did another draft of "The Hills," incorporating critique feedback.  Minor tweaks, for the most part, but even that little bit can have a big effect.  I think.  I hope.

Or maybe I was just being lazy.

Me?  Nah.

It occurred to me at some point in my ruminations that "The Hills" and this new project might actually be part of the same continuity.  So what the hell–I decided to make it official, inserting a reference that ties the two of them together.  Just for kicks, you understand.  Or maybe it’ll turn out to be something more meaningful than that.  Who knows?  Maybe I’m just a genius who had it planned all along.

Hey, it could happen.

For this week, I hope to finish up my research and find something resembling a plot.  It could happen.

Write Club updates:

Tier one rejection from Apex.  Response time, almost a month. 

And a pass from an agent on a novel query, with a brief personal note.

Gotta motor . . .

Celebrate Autumn with “The Woman Who Hated Halloween”

Yes, folks, the equinox was today, which means that autumn has officially begun.  What better way to celebrate than with a tale of ghosts, demons, and jack-o’-lanterns?

(Groovy cover art by Matt Truiano)


Check out "The Woman Who Hated Halloween," available as an eBook from the good folks at Damnation Books.

The story is available in a variety of formats, including PDF, .lit, .epub, and .mobi.  A Kindle version is available here.

Copies are still cheap, but the price goes up with each subsequent download.  So act now!

Once again, here’s the jacket copy:

   Tough-as-nails attorney Janine D’Angelo has never enjoyed Halloween, but this year, it’s become a waking nightmare. Someone is playing nasty tricks on her—supernatural tricks that hound her wherever she goes…with the promise of much worse to come.

Janine has never backed down from a fight in her life. Though she’s always regarded séances, jack-o’-lanterns, and the occult as childish wastes of time, she might just need them to survive Halloween night.    

 

And here’s a taste:
 
October 19th: The first night

Janine D’Angelo had just finished showering when the screaming started.

She opened the frosted shower door and stepped out, releasing a swirl of steam into her master bathroom. The exhaust fan, softly purring, cleared it away in short order. White tile and golden faucet fixtures glistened. Behind her, the showerhead dripped its last. She pulled a thick green towel from the rack and dried herself, thinking of the sentencing she had to attend in the morning. The D.A. pushed for the death penalty, and would probably get it. She had done what she could, but held out little hope of prevailing. She’d told her client to expect as much at their appointment earlier that day. He responded with his preferred mode of expression—an emotionless stare.

Sighing, she glanced at the digital clock near the sink: 11:50 p.m. Maybe she’d be able to allow herself six hours of sleep.

A chorus of shrieks filled the bathroom, ear-splittingly loud, undeniably present—not in the next room, not coming from a television or stereo inadvertently left on, but unmistakably here, in the bathroom with her, echoing off the tiles. Screams. As of people in agony, in the deepest throes of terror, screaming their throats bloody. Men, women, children. Inarticulate, ghastly. Screams.

Go ahead and download.  You know you want to.

Happy autumn!