Moe Lane's Blog, page 494
September 18, 2022
I clearly need to get into more things.
This happens, from time to time: I focus on stuff, and let everything else go, and suddenly I have less to talk about. So, what should I be getting into? What should my readers be getting into? That’s always a good topic of conversation.
09/18/22 Snippet, BUZZ ON THE STREETS.
A little less than my target wordcount today (I don’t post everything I write), but that’s all right. It was what I wanted to get written down.
Patreon!It turned out to be one of those complicated days.
That wasn’t even including trying to figure out how to let Lucas know Sofie paid me to babysit him. I figured I could find an angle that wouldn’t have him go right out and need a babysitter. I mean, worse case scenario? I’d cut him in on the expense account, and without a qualm of conscience. Sofia Hudson Redgrave had money the way fish have water. She wouldn’t notice us wasting some of her hard-inherited cash, and she absolutely wouldn’t care.
I would care, though. I mean, if I kept doing it for long. Mooching’s one thing, leeching’s another.
Nah, the first problem was going to be finding Lucas. He wasn’t at Garapenna’s, even though we had agreed on nine AM sharp.
“He wasn’t in earlier, either,” Garapenna not-told me as he handed me a coffee and a couple conchas. To go, I noted. “Haven’t seen him since yesterday, Shamus.”
“Anybody asking for him since then?”
“Yeah, one guy.” Garapenna drinks his own coffee with a straw, which is real weird to see the first time. “Real piece of work, too. Kept telling me to get the owner. Got sniffy when he found out I own this place.”
Review your favorite authors! :bangs pot with spoon: Review your favorite authors!
I just got back from putting up an Amazon review for somebody else’s book, because if I’m going to nag people about putting up reviews on Amazon (ahem) then I should dang well do the same. Everybody here knows the drill by now, sure: authors need the reviews for a good spot in the search algorithms*, so review their books. All authors, too. If you happen to loathe me and are just hate-reading this site for some** reason – there’s somebody you like out there who needs a review. So go review theirs.
Moe Lane
#commissionearned
*I was a little upset that it’s almost impossible to get a proper spell-check of the misspelled word ‘algorithm,’ until I remembered that I obviously couldn’t spell the word on the first try, either.
**I’ll be assuming that the reason for hate-reading is sad and possibly even pathetic, you understand.
Patreon Microfiction: Scrimshaw.
I didn’t realize before I did ‘Scrimshaw’ that punk dryads could be a thing. But they could be, right? It could be an entire look. Alas, I can’t draw worth a damn.
Patreon!September 17, 2022
Check out JJ Wood Sculpture!
He’s local, I’ve known Jim online for about a decade now, and the stuff’s pretty. Or, in the case of the Christmas present I’ve already acquired, pretty and useful. Worth a look, methinks.
Christmas is coming. The best gifts come from local artists.
— Ibuprofen Hippohttps://t.co/fPb82eu8je
(@JimJamitis) September 16, 2022
09/17/2022 Snippet, BUZZ ON THE STREETS.
Meetings!
Patreon!I opened the window and lit up while Sofie snagged a second wake-me-up. “What the hell’s going on?” I asked her, once I could see the java finally hit her system.
“What’s that line, Shamus? ‘I could tell you, but then you would know?’ Things are going on. Things that aren’t any of your business, so keep that in mind.”
Okay, so it was ‘cryptic warning.’ I shook my head. “Lots of things ain’t my business, Sofie. At least, that’s what I keep getting told. Usually by people who think fists are punctuation marks.”
“Ouch,” Sofie said. “I guess I deserved that. Look, what’s going on is… complicated. You shouldn’t have even heard about it. If you had heard about it, you wouldn’t have cared. Do you get what I’m saying?”
I actually did. The nobles of New California like to play little games with each other. Sometimes the games get a little rough around the edges, although they try to keep actual murders off the table. The rest of the realm puts up with it because the commoners don’t get involved at all, except for reading the inevitable newspaper articles with what the Old Americans called ‘prurient interest.’ “Fine, this is upper crust shenanigans. Been a while since the last one.” I stubbed out my smoke. “I’m missing what you want out of me, though.”
Fright Reads in two weeks!
October 1st. Five bucks to get in! Kids get in free! If you’re in Maryland and going to be in Millersville on that day, consider making it over to Fright Reads: there’s gonna be a bunch of authors there besides me, and the folks running it are trying to be as small-author friendly as possible. I am not getting the screws put to me with regard to the table fees, for example.
They want to make Fright Reads a thing, and I have my own vested interests in them making Fright Reads a thing, so check it out.
Book of the Week: The Blood Is The Life.
THE BLOOD IS THE LIFE by David Carrico is the story of a nice Orthodox Jewish boy who becomes a vampire… and who would like to continue being a nice Orthodox Jewish boy, thank you very much. It’s an establishing novel, mostly focused on establishing the world, and setting up the character for future adventures; I look forward to seeing what happens to the hero after this. A quick, fun read.
