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January 2, 2021
Now on the Wish List: THUNDARR THE BARBARIAN!
I have been assured by the Internet that buying THUNDARR THE BARBARIAN is absolutely a business expense for anyone writing post-apocalyptic high fantasy fiction. Alas, the Amazon gift card haul this Christmas was… well, not having any of my immediate family in the hospital from COVID was the best Christmas gift of all*. So, to the Wish List it goes. I’ll get to it eventually.
Moe Lane
*Straight up. My folks were really lucky last year.
Prayers for David Weber.
He’s reportedly in the hospital with COVID. On the bright side, David Weber is also reportedly doing better, so there’s that. I’m sure prayers would still be appreciated.
Sorry to start the day with bad news.
January 1, 2021
Sic Transit Gloria Flash.
Such as it was*.
Rest in Pie.https://t.co/zapBJrtOzK
— his regard (@hisregard) January 1, 2021
I do feel bad for the grad student who will have to rebuild the code from scratch in 2140 as part of his or her doctoral thesis in early 21st century memetic trends. If you’re reading this, in fact: no, we didn’t really care whether or not Die Hard was a Christmas movie. It was just something we would say.
Moe Lane
*My oldest kid’s pissed off Flash is going away, though. Straight up. I was a little surprised, too.
Tweet of the Day, The Relevant Spider Robinson Story Is Called ‘Melancholy Elephants*’ edition.
This, but sort of for real?
Good news for my adaptation of The Great Gatsby, in which Nick is a ninja fighting bootlegging dinosaurs with the aid of his best friend and astronaut Jay. https://t.co/W71knn6bWe
— Sonny Bunch (@SonnyBunch) January 1, 2021
Frankly, the current public domain line should be 1971 (50 years). Or 1991 (30). You could make an argument that it should be 2001 (20). It should not be ‘forever minus one day,’ and it was a cheery note in a long night when the person who uttered that inane suggestion suddenly had to find a different line of work.
But I digress. At least we’ve got 1925 to work with, now. With any luck at all I’ll be able to draw from everything from WWII before I die.
Moe Lane
December 31, 2020
My predictions for 2021!
:pause:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
:wiping eyes:
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
