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December 9, 2022
Spending the afternoon learning about Amazon ads.
Amazon has this entire set of courses, and everything. I possibly should have done it before actually trying to buy ads on Amazon earlier, because I’ve already realized one thing that I did wrong. Fortunately, it was the kind of mistake that, when you make it, you don’t actually spend any money…
Moe Lane
PS: My books make excellent Christmas presents!
#commissionearned
December 8, 2022
The CYBERPUNK 2077: PHANTOM LIBERTY gameplay trailer.
Idris Elba! And a proper V (which is to say, female). But we all know that I always play the Queen of the Girl Scouts*. Anyway, this looks entertainingly horrible…
*Which in CYBERPUNK 2077 translates to, If you’re still alive after the combat, I’m going to read the shards to determine whether your gang killed innocents. If you did, well, two pistol rounds in the head is a kind of justice, really.
12/08/2022 Snippet, THE THING IN THE AIRLOCK.
Gotta get this finished up and sent out.
Patreon!The conversation did not go well. Indeed, it did not go at all. Miller wasn’t answering her calls, and a knock on her door proved unresponsive. More damningly, the sensors in her quarters were either switched off, or just ripped out. There was no way to tell if she was in there without actually going inside.
Tobias almost engaged an override on the spot, but two things stopped him. First: there was the chance that this was an elaborate trap of some kind, which meant that bringing in a Security team to check the door was a good idea. Second: there was a somewhat higher chance that Miller had suicided inside the apartment, or done something even more horrible to herself. Short but intense experience had shown that you wanted other people along when you finally broke down the door.
There was nobody in the room, though. There was very little of anything at all, in fact. Whatever Catherine Miller’s other sins were, she had been scrupulous in donating her extra possessions to the communal stores. What items were still there were scattered and disorganized, looking like someone had gone through them with great haste.
DART’s THE BLACK STONE had just dropped.
If you ordered the digital version of THE BLACK STONE Dark Adventure Radio Theater, the HPLHS has just emailed you a link. If you (like me) ordered the physical CD and props (oh, the props), they’ve just… emailed you a link, and you’ll get the rest hopefully before Christmas. If you haven’t bought either yet… here you go.
This one is Robert Howard’s work, not HP Lovecraft’s, but it doesn’t matter. THE BLACK STONE is quite good. Check it out.
$70 to go to $500/year!
I know that this seems like a weird sort of goal, but there’s a point to it. See, the goal for 2023 will be to break four figures a year from my writing; and while my Patreon will be invaluable in that regard (and conventions will help a lot), Amazon is where I need to be selling. So, buy my books! They make excellent Christmas gifts, I’m morally certain of it.
#commissionearned
December 7, 2022
The ‘No, really, watch the trailer’ CHAMPIONS trailer.
I was gonna put up a ‘buy my books!’ post, but this is so much better.
This is just neat. It’s also a remake of a Spanish-language film from 2018 (the co-producer of the 2022 movie was the director of the Spanish one). I guess they felt that it made more artistic sense to redo, than dub? I could see that, actually. Anyway, it looks cool and fun.
THE PALE BLUE EYE trailer.
Actually, THE PALE BLUE EYE doesn’t look half bad. Christian Bale and Gillian Anderson, West Point, murder, Edgar Allan Poe, probably no actual evil magic but you can’t have everything right? Dunno if I’ll see it in theaters, but I have Netflix and it’s ending up there anyway.
12/07/2022 Snippet, TIMMY AND THE FAT MAN.
Action!
Patreon!Timmy looked up — and dove forward. That meant the chunk of bricks smashed on the alley floor, instead of smushing his head. He frantically got back up as quick as he could, watching above for another hunk. He didn’t see anything except a swaying fire escape and a flash of motion as something in red and dirty white went over the roof. Guess he didn’t want to stay and see what happened, Timmy thought. He looked down at the chunk of bricks. It had ragged edges and deep holes, like somebody had just grabbed a double handful, ripped it out of the wall, and threw it down in one hunk. It would’ve smushed him, for sure.
Timmy realized he had skinned his knee, though, and owowow that was hurting now. He must also bit something inside his mouth, because there was a little blood there — and that hurt, too, especially when he licked his lips and tasted brick dust. It still beat getting smushed — but he was confused. If what Timmy was chasing was that strong, why wasn’t it chasing him?
