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February 23, 2025
First stretch goal reached for THE FERMI RESOLUTION WORLDBOOK!
We have just passed $2,500 on the Fermi Resolution Worldbook Backerkit! Thank you so much! To expand on what backers will be getting:
It is the wild and woolly days of the Twenty-Third Century. A beast-man has attacked a Second Republic trade caravan at Poughkeepsie, and fled east! But is he more man, or more beast? Either way, your party must track him down. There are places along the coast that you would not send your worst enemy…
So, time to update the stretch goals. Note that both stories referenced can be found in TALES FROM THE FERMI RESOLUTION, Vol 1.
$2,500 (reached): A PDF adventure! This will be available for all backers at Senior Adventurer and above. It’s based off of my short story “The Wolf-Man of Westhaven,” and will double as a look at a different time period than the main campaign’s. There will be maps!$3,000: (current) Tip the team! I’m a firm believer in spreading around good fortune. If we hit this goal, I’ll toss in a little something extra for Ben Fleuter (artist) and Dungeon Master Tuz (layout maven). More about them here.$4,000: Another PDF adventure! This will be available to for all backers at Senior Adventurer and above. This adventure will be set in the current campaign time period. A critical forward base in captured Dominion territory isn’t reporting in. There aren’t enough Alliance troops available to investigate, but that’s why there are Adventurers. There will be maps! (Based on my short story “Job Along the Borderlands.”)Thanks again, and let’s get to the next stretch goal!
02/23/2025 Snippet, PICKMAN’S MODELS.
Decided to drag Pickman along to the site! I’m sure it’ll be fine.
The mural Pickman had illuminated with his headlamp was… well, it was ugly, and there was no getting around it. It didn’t even have the dubious virtue of technical skill; the artist had pounded and smeared it onto the rock wall using whatever materials were at hand. Possibly literally, Tobias thought as he unfocused his eyes just enough to not dwell on the details. You can always get brown and red that way.
“That’s Steelfang, right?” Buckley growled. “The Red Imperial god of death?”
“One of them, yes,” Tobias replied, with utter calm. “He was also sort of their god of farming. That’s why his mouth looks like a scythe, the better to reap his victims. The cult thought blood makes the grain grow. Somebody give me a good reason not to burn that damned thing off the wall.”
“It’s not smart to destroy things we don’t understand?” offered Pickman.
“You should treasure your naivete, Mr. Pickman,” Tobias told him. “I’m amazed you’ve still kept any around, this long. Anybody else?”
Patreon!
Patreon Microfiction: No Bug Bites, Either.
“No Bug Bites, Either” addresses numerous issues involving types and intensity of various body issues, the prevalence of exhibitionist behavior in particular demographics, self-agency about sexuality, and many other topics of topical and enduring interest. Alas, scheduling considerations forbids me from commenting further on any of them. I will not be taking questions at this time.
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I have applied for 2025 Savage Fest!
Which isn’t nearly as violent and/or confrontational as it sounds. Savage is a former mill town that’s, like, the next town over, and they do a nice little community festival every year. My wife and I did it last year as much to get out in the fresh air as we did to actually sell books, but I did surprisingly well there, too. So much so that I’m doing a bunch of town festivals and whatnot, this year. Should be fun.
The Savage Community Association doesn’t have a website for the 2025 Savage Fest yet, but it’ll be here. As always, if you can’t make it, as always, you can buy my books here.
#commissionearned
February 22, 2025
Book of the Week: …I got nothing.
Today was not a great day. Books are typically my friends, but even friends occasionally have fights. You tell me what a good book is right now.
Well, *that* was a letdown.
The site was too small for the vendors and audience. We were packed in like sardines, with the tables half-width. I couldn’t put up anything behind me, and we eventually had to make an empty table go walking with Jesus just so that our block could get in and out. It’s a damned miracle I sold any books at all.
I’ve been at better venues.
Moe Lane
PS: Buy my books, don’t buy them, I’m just glad to be home.
#commissionearned
Check out Sarah Hoyt’s ‘Authors on the Side of Liberty’ ongoing linkfest.
She was kind enough to link to my current Backerkit (read: “I sent her the info”), as well as my latest short story anthology. Check out some of the other authors at the aforementioned linkfest. I’m doing all right this month, but not everybody’s as fortunate as I am, and it’s really hard to get anywhere in this thing of ours.
February 21, 2025
‘Slipshack.’
I REGRET NOTHING
Love Shack, The B-52s
Before I Forget, Slipknot
Early night for me.
The Stellar Con day starts at 7 AM tomorrow for us. Also, I’m just tired. Sleep sounds lovely.
