The American: Gonzo
The Russian: Kermit
Florence: Miss Piggy
The arbiter: Sam the Eagle
British bureaucrats: Bunsen and Beaker
The Russian’s wife: Idina Menzel
Media: Fozzy
Russian government: Dr. Teeth
Replacement Russian player: Animal Continue reading “Muppet Chess, Fisk, Trek”
One of the things I love about selling books at conventions is that it gives me a really visceral sense of what readers are responding to and what interests them. It makes it easy to come away excited about future projects.
Right now, I’m excited about converting more of the SPACE HOUNDS! webcomic into a second graphic novel, writing a Tri-Galactic Trek Chronicle about the rabbit bartender inspired by Guinan, and possibly actually getting around to writing a sequel to Nexus Nine… Continue reading “Trekking Back from Vegas”
Went to the Backstreet Boys concert at the Sphere last night…. between the crowd, surreally dressed in all white sparkles, and architecture with flashy glowing everywhere, it felt like literally walking into a nightmare I had about going to the Eras tour…
Fourteen hour drive to the big Star Trek convention? No problem. That’s just listening to the Strange New Worlds musical episode soundtrack 28 times.
My brain’s usual overriding algorithm — if you hear Star Trek related words, that’s exciting and worth attention — does not work very well at this gigantic Star Trek convention.
I’ve got two wildly different books up for pre-order right now…
The eighth book in the TRI-GALACTIC TREK CHRONICLES comes out in August, and then the third book in the XENO-SPECTRE trilogy comes out in September. Though, I will have some early copies for sale at WorldCon!
Daniel and I were torn between three different movies to watch on our anniversary, so we asked Claude for better ideas… it’s suggestions were terrible. So we asked GPT, and now our list is up to four. Continue reading “Book Pre-Orders and Anniversary Planning”
I do have to wonder a bit what we’re even doing as a society when writers are fighting tooth and nail to not have their stories be in places where people can still read them.
If you look at my publication history, I started releasing books a lot faster since AI. I know haters assume I use AI to write. (They give me one-star reviews on books that came out before AI. Rolls eyes.)
An excerpt from In a Dog’s World. If you’d prefer, you can start with Chapter 1, return to the previous chapter.
“…the warmth in his brown eyes answered all the questions she hadn’t needed to ask.”
The Redding Dorm lounge had two pinball machines in it. A poodle with a buzz cut, surrounded by a crowd of onlookers, played one of them. The machine lit up in flashes of red and trebled with warbly happy sounds as the poodle rocked the levers frantically. One of the dogs in the crowd looked over as Katasha stepped through the door, but he turned right back to the pinball game after seeing her.
She walked across the room, littered with ancient looking, horribly abused plushy couches to the doors in the back. The door into the right hand arm of the dorm was ajar, so she figured she’d try that way first. After walking past half a dozen closed doors and a few that were open on rooms that didn’t have Howell in them, Katasha began to feel that she was on a fool’s errand. However, she decided that she may as well give the other arm of the dorm a try as well. Continue reading “In a Dog’s World – Chapter 26”
“Cats always land on their feet.” And, with that, she sprung off the roof and sailed through the air down to a springy bump landing at the bottom.
The chemistry lecture ended, and all the new students popped out of their seats like water molecules suddenly released from a boiling pot. They flooded through the campus like a torrential downpour, headed to the dining hall and dorms.
All the new students were in for a surprise when they got there. The upperclassmen, who must have been more prevalent than Katasha suspected at breakfast, had taken all the new student’s mattresses, shed them of their bedding, and created giant stacks of them in the dorm courtyards. The brightly colored sheets and quilts, probably from all the new students beds, hung from the gutters along the roofs and from the branches of Greene Dorm’s elm tree. Continue reading “In a Dog’s World – Chapter 25”