Moe Lane's Blog, page 790
December 31, 2020
My predictions for 2021!
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Yeah, that’s not happening.
12/31/20 Update, TALES FROM THE FERMI RESOLUTION.
Things are moving along!
The main book is written. Currently it on its second editorial pass-through, with 8/10 stories. So far, it looks like whichever structural questions arose from the first pass-through have been addressed. We’re on a real good pace here.I have the artwork for the cover, and need to figure out how to turn it into an actual book cover. I expect to spend some money on that, but the budget can stretch to cover that.The unrelated REVISIONARY chapbook has been published, and signed copies are available for pre-order at the store.The second short story sampler is as follows: 6 stories total. 1 story, more or less ready for alpha reading; 3 stories, requiring fleshing out; and two stories, about halfway written. Two original, four previously on Patreon. 37K words currently. This is pretty much where I want to be to make deadlines with time to spare.
That’s largely it. Happy New Year!
Pre-order store link.Patreon link.Amazon author store link.
December Patreon Stuff!
Huzzah!
Timmy and the Christmas Elf: this would be Timmy from Krampusnacht. I wonder what he’s been up to?The Elmerite Order, Part 4: Old Magic: Magic! Good God, Sir! What is it good for? …Ok, that’s not scanning at all.
Also: PATREON!
Patreon!Rewrite, CURSE OF THE DEVIL-HORSE, 12/31/2020.
Devil-horse! DEVIL-HORSE!
Patreon!Turns out about a third of the crew got nightmares that night; all of the so-called ‘magical’ species, and anybody with a touch of either spell-crafting or spirit-talking abilities. We started getting the rest up soon after. Hank runs a tight expedition: you get none of that ‘it’s probably nothing’ or ‘let’s not scare people’ nonsense when he’s in charge. Giant blue devil-horses rampaging through people’s dreams? That’s an ‘all hands on deck’ kind of moment.
Yuri did have whiskey, or at least bourbon, and he was administering it in careful doses to the more excitable members of the team. He hadn’t gotten the nightmare, but he seemed fine with being woken up in the middle of the night to listen to the rest of us tell about ours. And he asked good questions. “Did anybody with the nightmare not dream of a blue horse with fiery eyes?” was one of them. And “Were any of you talking about blue horses this evening?”
That one got a raised hand from Hank himself. “Not talking, no,” he said. “But local folklore did have legends of a Devil-Horse, once. It supposedly ran through the streets of Old Denver; if you raced it, and won, good fortune would be yours. But if you lost, well, it took your soul.”
“As per the usual,” said Barbara. “Well, then: nobody get in any horse races, then. I wonder how it survived the Dominion?”
Hank shrugged. “Honestly? I assumed it wasn’t a real spirit to begin with. The stories about the Devil-Horse predated the Discovery by at least a century. Sometimes the folktales are just that: tales.”
December 30, 2020
‘One More Day.’
One More Day, Clayton Kennedy
So, all the ways to help me out.
Self-serving, hey? …Well, nobody’s giving me free advertising so that how it works. The good news is, all of these things are either no cost to you, or they’re value-for-money. I don’t object to just being given cash, but I think it’s better when it’s a trade. After all, we are not Communists.
So!
Patreon! Signing up gets you fiction and gaming stuff every week and month. We’re pretty close to a milestone, too.Amazon author page! Buy my books! Give my books as gifts!Smashwords! For people who don’t like Amazon.Mailing list! As God is my witness, I will be doing more with the mailing list, starting in January. As in, I will actually use it.Current book preorder! This is where the signed copies can be found.Goodreads! This is an excellent place to review my books. Just saying, that’s all.
I figure that should do for a start. Posting may be sparse tomorrow, by the way. If I don’t say it before then: Happy New Year!
Some details surface about the MCU’s THE ETERNALS movie.
Come, I will conceal nothing from you: I don’t have a clue about this ETERNALS series, or the superheroes in it. DC kid, remember? I get that those who grew up honoring Kirby’s Name might be possibly stoked about Marvel mining more of his stuff, and based on GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY / THOR: RAGNAROK, I can see why. But this is all kinda Oh. That’s nice for me.
On the bright side: I’m not gonna get too upset if they change things around from the comics. Which Marvel has been known to do. And usually they get away with it, too.
Moe Lane
PS: November 2021 release. Assuming that even means anything anymore.
Other Tweet of the Day, I Wish I Had Written This edition.
I’m not sure I’d be up for LETHAL WEAPON 5 normally, but… what the Hell. They got Donner, Gibson, and Glover? Hit it:
Isn't he getting too old for this s***? https://t.co/j4v2wNHCkM
— Brian Faughnan (@BrianFaughnan) December 30, 2020
Rewrite, GHOST OF THE DEVIL-HORSE, 12/30/20.
Lovecraft rolling in his grave! Nah, who am I kidding? He’d love knowing that people were referencing him, almost a century after his death.
Patreon!I did keep control of the focus, which was maintaining a physical form as it sullenly floated in mid-air. It glowed yellow-grey, and somehow had the feel of sticky, half-dried slime attached to it. “Barbara,” I asked as I tried not to smell anything, “can you give me something to put it in?”
“On it, Johnny,” she said as a globe of writhing, multiple-eyed black tentacles swarmed over the focus, enveloping it. The psychic feel of the room immediately lightened. “There! It’s contained. Professor Salvager: what would you say is the academic or historical value of this artifact?”
“Nil, Professor Kennedy,” I said formally after a moment. “Or at least it’s not worth the risk to preserve.”
The globe of worms was now contracting steadily; it met brief resistance, then continued its inexorable shrinking into nothing. I fancied I heard a brief shriek of pain as the globe popped out of existence. “I concur,” said Barbara. “Nasty little thing. How’s the ghost?”
After peering at the spirit for a moment, I said, “Already beginning to drift Away.” Souls don’t really go Up or Down: just… not here. “It doesn’t want to stick around, I’m betting.”
