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Wonder Woman’s Real Name Is Zelena

Here’s the cover for my book, The Final Victim, which I haven’t written yet. Hopefully, I’ll get to it soon and have it finished by February.

Zelena is an incredible designer. She can take my garbled suggestions and turn them into something bold and eye-catching–like she did here. I’m so glad I hooked up with her!

It’s Over. It’s Finally Over.

This has been the week from hell. It feels like last Monday happened sometime last year. In fact, I don’t even remember what happened last Monday.

It seemed things just…fell apart. Me, my dog, my house–everything. Was supposed to have a dental appointment, one that keeps getting rescheduled for one reason or another. So I get into my truck and see that a cable or something has come loose from whatever it is it was supposed to be attached to and now one end is lying on the floor. And I smell gasoline. Well hell, I sure wasn’t going to go barreling down the highway with cables dangling and the smell of gas assaulting my nostrils.

Then Daisy collapses. Repeatedly. The arthritis in her hips and knees is worsening, which is not surprising, given her age. I took her in for k-laser treatment last week but it didn’t seem to last, so I called the vet and said she needed the shots, too. I bought the laser/shots package and she had her first injection the other day. The two together really do help. She collapsed today but that was because she went for a walk in the backyard and it was too much for her. I’m sad she collapsed but the fact she felt confident to walk that far is heartening.

I sold one of my jewelry watches on ebay, the 18K gold and diamond one. Went for a paltry $900, which is really paltry considering what I paid for… Continue reading

The Moreva of Astoreth

Okay, so we now have a new cover for The Moreva of Astoreth. At least I don’t have to go through the bs of relaunch because of a simple title change.

This was my vision all along. I nixed it with the first designer because I listened to another’s opinion and I shouldn’t have. The second design was closer, but the guy took my suggestions with pretty much a grain of salt and just did whatever the fuck he wanted.

This, though–this is IT. Exactly.

I think it’s funny I had to go all the way to Eastern Europe to find someone who understood what I was talking about when I said I wanted the female figure to have “black girl hair.”

Edited: Actually, this is the fourth cover. I forgot about the first one–an outfit in England designed it. Just awful. I can’t believe I paid for that shit.

Ciao.

book cover

Buy My Book!

The Underground.

A romance made in heaven. Or hell.

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3. Roxanne Bland – The Underground

(Click on the above. What you’ll see is pretty cool.)

That is all.

Ciao.

Gimme A Lift

Was looking through my past posts for no particular reason and came to the realization that jesus fuck! I’m such a Debbie Downer!

Some of it I can’t help. My brain sometimes throws me out of the car and roars off, leaving me in some pretty dark places. Sometimes? It’s been doing that a whole helluva lot for a helluva long time. Maybe I should start a private blog? Pour out my anguish in secret? Or should I keep doing what I’m doing, baring my dysfunctional mind and soul for all the world to see?

Well, I don’t have time to think about that right now. I’m going to be up all night as it is doing day job stuff. So I leave you with something that’ll maybe cheer me up: The new cover for Invasion.

Ciao.

Cover Reveal!

Okay, this is gonna be quick ’cause I’m under deadline for the day job. I’ve got just over 7 hours to finish this article. That may sound like a lot of time, but trust me–it isn’t.

I posted some time ago that I was working on revamping my published books. Re-editing and new covers. So I now have the new cover for The Underground. I’m hoping this one will pique the interest of convention-goers more than the earlier covers, as well as those folks shopping online. Anyway, I’m liking this cover a lot. More dynamic than the others. The way the skyline is tilted lends a sense of urgency, suggesting there’s some serious shit going down in Seattle. Of course, the fact everything’s on fire helps. The werewolf and the woman (Melera, the interstellar assassin) are obviously a team and their pose implies a physical relationship between them. Hmm. If you fuck a werewolf while he’s in wolf form, does that count as bestiality? Heh-heh.

You know, this is one of the upsides of self-publishing. If something isn’t working, I can pull the book and fix it. Can’t do that in traditional publishing. Once it’s done, it’s gone.

Everybody’s Workin’ for the Weekend

That tune came out a couple or three decades ago. And I hate it now as much as I hated it then. So vapid.

Actually, when I think about it, it’s kind of depressing. Take the first line of the refrain, the title of this post. It seems to be referencing people whose jobs are so unfulfilling and such drudgery that they look forward to only 2 days out of a week. Five days of hell, 2 days respite. Three-day weekends must be heaven.

Of course, I could be misinterpreting the words, analyzing them through my own dark lens.

So it’s the Memorial Day holiday this weekend in the U.S. I’m not doing my usual thing, going to Balticon–Baltimore’s science fiction convention. I’m not feeling well enough to deal with the supercharged atmosphere (even though it’s good energy) and I have to be careful about money. Right now, I still don’t know how much the IRS will gouge out of me. But I’m not spending the weekend doing nothing. My parents are grilling (I didn’t know they still had an outdoor grill) and my sister who lives in Alabama will be here. My niece and nephew and his wife might show up, too. It’ll be a family affair. I’m looking forward to it, but I really wish someone would get on the stick and invent a teleportation machine. I hate driving to Washington, D.C. Interstate 95 is a BITCH. Even though it’s just 40 miles or so, I always… Continue reading

The Pitfalls of Being Me

Last summer, I was bedridden because of knee replacement surgery. So of course, I read books. Lots of books. Three of the books I read were my own. By then I hadn’t looked at them for a year or more, and I don’t know, I guess by reading them with fresh eyes, maybe I could better understand some of the stuff people had mentioned in their reviews.

I was flabbergasted. I could see every criticism that had been made. And all of them could have been avoided with better editing. Now I’ll be honest–one book I edited on my own using Grammarly because I didn’t have the money to hire a content editor, a copy editor, or proofreader. The second book had been extensively re-edited by a content pro but I didn’t have it copy edited or proofed because, after all that, I didn’t think the book needed it. The third book had undergone a copy edit but hadn’t been content edited or proofread, again because I didn’t think it needed it.

The spelling and grammar, however, were perfect. Because I’m like that.

I couldn’t believe I’d allowed my books to be published in that state. It doesn’t matter that two of my books won awards. If you haven’t guessed, I’m a perfectionist. and what I’d published was just horrifying. So as soon as I could hobble to my computer, I contacted my formatter and asked for the last formatted copy of the three books before they went to print.… Continue reading

Wow!

The International Association of Top Professionals has chosen me as their Top Fantasy & Science Fiction Author of the Year for 2019!

I’ve never heard of them, and I don’t know how they found me, but I’ll take it!

Fuck Facebook!

Taking my Facebook author’s page down. I was told that one of my ads or something was against their rules. I have never placed a Facebook ad–not ever. So now I can’t “boost” my posts (which isn’t exactly a cost-effective way to build your brand), OR place ads. I wrote and asked what happened, and received an email from “Joyce” stating that they would not restore my privileges and that the decision was final. So fuck them.