‘Tis the season to use the word ’tis! Plus friends and fam come around or toss you invites for you to come around. I don’t know what it’s been about this year, but it’s been a woodwork type of season that everyone’s coming out of. I’m seeing family I haven’t seen in years and friends I’ve seen seldom enough to wonder if we’re still friends. Hell, one friend I met in person for the first time ever.
This is all to say I’ve been a bit busy. And having a great time, too.
I’m about to go back to that! Offline stuff. Seasonal stuff. ‘Tis stuff! But first, I wanted to give all you guys who check for me a little early present. I’m giving away my novelette, Dialogues with Talking Heads, for free temporarily. Not only that, it’s coming bundled with 4 other works from that are also being given away for free for a limited time. It’s a great way to get something I’d normally charge for while getting the opportunity to discover someone new… always great to do that without paying or just having a chinchy bit of “Look Inside” at the first 3 pages over at Amazon. Christmas means more than 3 pages, Amazon!
Go here and grab some free reads!
FREE I tell ya!
I hope everybody had a great Christmas. I got the deluxe shaving set as my flagship gift and I was beyond stoked! No more of this!
No more of this!
I just wanted to remind you all that my novelette Dialogues with Talking Heads is still free. Get it today because tomorrow the price becomes an actual price! So grab it, read it, rate it, review it! Today even! And I’ll see you all in the next year.
Since I got so much Internet now and all, I think it’s worth using a little bit of it to tell everybody that my story “The Light Crusader’s Dark Dessert” is now live at Orson Scott Card’s Intergalactic Medicine Show. Check out the artwork!
Light Crusader’s the story about life at the near end of the world, when virtually all the gods from every culture return to claim dominance over Earth and each other. It’s one of my favorite pieces to date, full of mythos and moxy. Check out how people get by in a world carved up and divided like Thanksgiving turkey in the Balkans.
Keeping it smooth since the 17th Century
I can tell by looking at you that you hear a lot of stories from guys like me saying things hard to believe until novel ideas you hear have veered from keen to boring and only if you could get to those destinations known to you yet unknown to me without the sales pitches then you’d be that much more contented in that world you’ve created but wait because our meeting was preordained, the Fates had us slated, so I could tell you that world you labored to create is breaking, that world ending taper, something I can say because I’m the Rhythm Man, rhythm as in that spring in my step put there by me listening, ears to the ground, through the ground, to the bowels of our Mother listening, to the wind and the din of waves crashing on distant shores kind of listening, in tune with land and sea instead of glued to the TV listening, the kind that we all used to have before we started killing trees for a different type of currency that we all don’t have but all blindly pursue even if those trees have had their vocal cords cut so there’s nothing to listen to, but I’m fortunate enough to be the Rhythm Man but for now, know now our time is short because the Mother’s good Nature is about to break from all our bends, something I know you feel in bitty drips, seas upend in the roil of your gut, weeps the wind in the sighs of your discontent, to the verge where I see you longing, ever longing, to be in tune, so forget trees forever muted and come, yes come, and I’ll set your body to move in time with mine where you can hear thunder in my voice’s low rumble, feel mountains ache through the arch of your spine until your body trembles like earthquake tremors which is why I must ask it plain as the sunshine kissing your face, a place I aspire, will you let me show you, most beautifully, how our worlds end?
The story behind the story: A while back, a few writer peers of mine started playing with one sentence stories, which grew into a contest to make that sentence as long as possible. Naturally, I wanted to try my hand at this. Since half the fun for me is thinking on the context of why a story would be only one sentence yet an extremely long sentence, I thought of someone who needed to talk fast and convincingly. That’s the Rhythm Man, shooting game in what amounts to the longest one-sided pick up line I’ve ever seen in print. It could’ve gone longer, as is the nature of rhythm, but the contest specified a maximum length! I hope you all enjoy.