Thursday, December 25, 2014

I seem to remember about this blog on Christmas Eve...

This year, I organized a bunch of my science fiction and space opera stories into three collections:  Welcome to Wespirtech, Beyond Wespirtech, and The Opposite of Memory.  The first two collections are exclusively space opera stories set in my Wespirtech universe -- zany scientists invent crazy things, surrounded by spaceships and aliens.  Imagine Caltech in space.  The third collection features a wider range of science-fiction styles -- near future stories involving memory drugs; surreal pieces; and a few Wespirtech stories -- but they all have to do with the intersection of science, technology, and humanity.

For the next week, until New Year's, you can download Welcome to Wespirtech for free from Smashwords with the following coupon code:  BR87B

And, because it's the holidays, you can also get my novel, Otters In Space, with this code:  DF87E

If you do read either of them, please consider leaving a review.  Thank you, and happy holidays!

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Event:  Stapler jams for the billionth time while stapling manuscripts to hand out at Wordos.

Lightning fast thought process:  I should finally get around to buying a better stapler.  But I only use the stapler for Wordos manuscripts, and the majority of Wordos seem to read manuscripts on electronic devices now.  But if I move to Seattle and have to start a new writing group, then it won't have a website where we can post stories for each other unless I learn how to create a website like that.  But I don't know how to make a website like that, so we'll have to use paper manuscripts.  But I can't staple paper manuscripts with this stupid broken stapler.

Irrational conclusion:  I'll never be able to create a new writing group, because my stapler doesn't work.

Resulting action:  Slam my hand against the desk, scattering loose sheets of manuscript everywhere and severely bruising my thumb.

Friday, May 16, 2014

Trying to organize my short stories into anthologies feels like being shown a pile of buttons and being told, "These are supposed to be divided into three groups -- if you divide them up right, they'll crystallize into three perfect, beautiful gemstones; but, if you divide them up wrong, we're going to zap you with an electric shock."

So I stare at the buttons and push them around meaninglessly between three different piles.


I think I have a lineup for three anthologies that I hope to publish between now and the end of the summer:  "Welcome to Wespirtech," "Beyond Wespirtech," and "The Opposite of Memory."  Hopefully, this will make my short stories much more accessible to people searching for e-books that they'd like to read.