Moe Lane's Blog, page 864
September 21, 2020
Tweet of the Day, I’m Pretty OK With This, Actually edition.
Better to have a Gundam and not need it, than need one and not have it.
Who looks around at 2020 and says "This is the perfect time to build and activate without consequences my six-story 25-ton weaponized robot"? https://t.co/UO4ezS3wSG
— Kenneth Hite (@kennethhite) September 21, 2020
Spent the morning going over beta reads for TALES FROM THE FERMI RESOLUTION.
I’ve got another to go through, later — but there’s a limit to how many times I can read a text before my eyes begin to glaze over. I will say that so far I got at least one comment that made me swear at myself for not seeing that possibility right away, so the beta read was worth it, right there. I figure I can get TALES FROM THE FERMI RESOLUTION, VOLUME I: SHADOW OF THE TOWER to the editor by the end of the month. Then the Kickstarter in November, and hopefully publication by February.
Huzzah!
September 20, 2020
The “Oh, this is gonna be messed up” WANDAVISION trailer.
I don’t mean that in a bad way, mind you. I’m down with a little messed up. Nothing like a bit of the horrorshow, what-what?
Dunno when WandaVision’s dropping, though. Presumably in the next few months or so.
09/20/2020 Snippet, THE THING IN MY HIP FLASK.
Rationalizations!
Patreon!Two weeks later, we started selling Black Salt Bitters, which was nothing more than the goo itself, heavily salted and mixed with a small amount of distilled alcohol. The irony of adding the goo back to the same liquor we had extracted it from did not elude me, but a concentrated and very small dose of the stuff made it a perfect mixer. Or at least an engrossing one.
I imagine people might ask how I justified this to myself. Simple: any chemist knows that there are many, many substances out there which are harmless enough in small doses, but fatal in large ones. If a regular distiller did not stay up nights worrying about people dying from drinking a full bottle of his grain alcohol in one sitting, why should I feel awful about someone deciding to drink himself to mindlessness on my product? Particularly since the bottles I used for BSB were as small as I could find in bulk. Besides, I told myself, I can always raise the price if too many bottles are purchased.
Indeed, it only took two price increases — well, three, but the first adjustment was an absolute guess and should not count — before the demand stabilized. Mostly stabilized. But the increased demand after that was merely from people trying to get their hands on something fashionable. I am sure of it.
Happy benchmark to FROZEN DREAMS: 150th *sale*!
It happened today: in addition to a very successful Kickstarter, today I got my 150th actual purchase of FROZEN DREAMS on Amazon! Not Kickstarter fulfilment, not from the pre-order store: no-fooling actual sales, money on the barrelhead and all that. I would like to thank everybody who bought, reviewed, and recommended the book: I couldn’t have done it without you folks. It’s very appreciated.
Moe Lane
PS: The next book (short story collection) is being beta-read, while the next novel is being alpha-read, and the next Tom Vargas novel is being plotted out in advance of NaNoWriMo. I am, as one might say, still on the job.
Patreon Microfiction: Reasonable Realignment of Resources.
‘Reasonable Realignment of Resources’ illustrates the great question of draconic-human interactions in medieval societies: why does the king particularly care if the burden of having a local dragon is merely that she eats a cow every week or so? He has plenty of cows. Of course, if the dragon is a wild beast otherwise, it’s still a problem. But if she can demonstrate language and self-restraint, well… there are opportunities, there.
Patreon!September 19, 2020
‘Pirates in England.’
Pirates in England, Michael Longcor (Can’t get Norman & Saxon on Amazon anymore)
ARRRRRRRR.
It be International Talk Like A Pirate Day, me hearties! Me gamin’ mates and me, we reveled in the holli-day wi’ a special session where we played the Pirates Who Didn’t Do Anything. There were fights, and captains tossed in the brink, and sirens, and many, many cabbages consigned to a cruel fate, by the powers! And did we die?
YES*!
Arrrrrr.
Moe Lane
*At least I did. I got traded a golden cursed idol in exchange for my pants; and I promptly named him Claude and got a stick to put him on so he could see. We were last seen walking into the water to give Claude back to the Sea Queen, but that was OK because I was really a Sidhe all along.
…So that all looks a little weirder when I write it out like that.
