Moe Lane's Blog, page 877
August 26, 2020
Reminder: I have a mailing list for my future books! Click to sign up!
Found here: and I think this weekend will be the first test. I will likely have ANAGNORISIS approved and ready to go for pre-order by Saturday; so I’ll be putting a link up via my mailing list. What fun, hey? A mailing list, just like all the other published authors! It’s absurdly exciting.
08/26/2020 Snippet, TIPPED ON A STIFF.
Captured!
Patreon!When Posh Fred’s gang found me a bit later, I was looking even worse than before. Split lip, black eye, and the bandages around my side had a certain smell to them which you usually don’t get for a few days when a wound goes bad. I didn’t give ‘em much of a fight when they shoved me into their carriage, either. Things were kind of hot and painful.
I could tell that one of the guys was a local, though. Even in the state I was in I was pissed at the sight. We expect Cin Citiers to be better than that. I mean, we ain’t perfect but we don’t run snatch teams. But this tonto didn’t even seem to be ashamed about it.
The carriage ride was three flavors of awful, but I could tell they were taking me north, to the docks up at Cant. Made sense: the Elhai docks had too many cops and crooks and Adventurers snooping around. And all of ‘em would treat breaking up a slaver gang as an act of civic virtue, not to mention a fun thing to do on a Friday night. Cant’s a rougher part of town these days.
08/26/2020 Update, MORGAN BAROD revision: 77,850/80,000.
Mostly me punching up some fight scenes, adding a few bits of exposition, that sort of thing. I think that I’ve added all the extra scenes that NEED to be added; the rest is just smoothing out. I’ve got about 20,000 words left to review; adding a little over 2,000 isn’t going to be too difficult, methinks.
But nothing to excerpt, really.
The FROZEN DREAMS Goodreads Giveaway / Cornbread Challenge!
I don’t know why these work, but they do.
Anyway, here’s the challenge: I have a Goodreads Giveaway drive going: if I get nine more orders on the Backerkit store for a signed copy of FROZEN DREAMS, I will do a Goodreads Giveaway for five more signed copies. AND! If I get those orders in before the end of the month, I will make this recipe!
Here is my cornbread recipe:
— Joe Cunningham (@JoePCunningham) August 26, 2020
One 12-inch cast iron skillet
4 large eggs
1 1/4 cup whole milk
1/4 cup honey
2 cup yellow cornmeal
2 cup all-purpose flour
1 1/4 cup sugar
1 tbsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. kosher salt
2 sticks unsalted butter, melted
1 tbsp. Cajun seasoning
Blasphemous as it might be for having sugar in it.
The TREMORS: SHRIEKER ISLAND trailer.
Because why not, by God? Why not? This is why we built our modern society. Straight up, no fooling: B-movies like TREMORS: SHRIEKER ISLAND will be one of the legacies of this civilization.
I’d say more, except that doing so might imply that movies like TREMORS: SHRIEKER ISLAND need defending. Which is self-evidently absurd.
August 25, 2020
Tweet of the Day, Let Me Commit Rank Cooking Heresy, Apparently edition.
My buddy Joe Cunningham’s cornbread recipe. Yes, yes, I am aware that there are Forbidden Things in it. Still doesn’t sound half bad, honestly. And we got everything except the Cajun seasoning, which I can pick up tomorrow. Maybe I’ll make it part of the Goodreads Giveaway Drive?
Here is my cornbread recipe:
— Joe Cunningham (@JoePCunningham) August 26, 2020
One 12-inch cast iron skillet
4 large eggs
1 1/4 cup whole milk
1/4 cup honey
2 cup yellow cornmeal
2 cup all-purpose flour
1 1/4 cup sugar
1 tbsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. kosher salt
2 sticks unsalted butter, melted
1 tbsp. Cajun seasoning
08/25/2020 Snippet, MORGAN BAROD novel revision.
Putting down hooks!
Patreon!The rest of lunch passed easily enough, although there was an unfortunate moment when Morgan found out that the ‘Council’ was, in fact, the damnable Historic Sites Council from before the apocalypse. How exactly it ended up formally running Red Bank — and how it got taken over by vampires — was apparently a slightly awkward story to tell outsiders. The guards didn’t seem too worried about talking about the Council now, though.
“Mostly they’re politicians,” said Aaron.
“You mean assholes,” said Preet.
“Lemme split the difference,” said Carlos. “They’re asshole politicians.” He drank some more beer. “But they do all right,” he went on. “Lot of scheming, but we do that. They just scheme with each other and leave the rest of us alone.”
“Okay,” said Morgan. “Hey, stupid question, Carlos? Isn’t it dangerous for you to be out during the day?”
“Sure,” said Carlos. “I gotta wear sunblock and keep covered. I ain’t gonna catch on fire if I take off the helmet outside, though. It’s more like I got that thing people used to catch? Albumism? No, that’s not right.”
“Albinism,” said Preet.
Carlos snapped his fingers. “Yeah, that’s the name. I don’t make that crap in my skin you guys do.” He smiled, which was a little disconcerting even though it was cheerful enough. “Pay on the Day Watch’s good, though. They wanna make sure there’s enough vamps available to cover all the shifts. But, hell, it’s usually quiet. I lived in Atlantic City before everything went belly-up, you know? Nothing ever happens here, and that’s just great.”
THE KAIJU SCORE, coming soon to print and screen.
So apparently some people can get movie deals before they even finish the damn book.
Sony Pictures has picked up the rights to AfterShock Comics’ upcoming comic series The Kaiju Score, and they will be developing it as a feature film.
Must be nic…
This comic actually has a pretty cool and wild concept as it follows a group of criminals who attempt to pull off the perfect heist during a giant monster attack on the city.
:stopping:
:turning:
Oh, pardon my regrettable and mildly childish fit of pique. Please, by all means: do go on.
08/25/2020 Snippet, TIPPED ON A STIFF.
This sucker’s almost done, too. Good thing I put all those hooks into FROZEN DREAMS, hey?
Patreon!“All right,” said Sofie. She didn’t sound happy about it, but why would she? It’s never fun to admit things to the Shamus. “If I have to. It’s Irene. She’s…”
“…a mage from Deseret, and probably a die-hard,” I said. Smith raised an eyebrow at either my response, or else the way Sofie didn’t gasp in surprise at it. “I got the first part right away,” I explained to him, “and the second part right after you joined up and Sofie didn’t pitch a fit. There’s only one reason you’d be down here,” I unhesitatingly lied in self-defense, “and that’s to bail out a mage who got in over her head and needs help. But does the snatch-gang know she’s a die-hard?”
“If Posh Fred is here, he’s at least figured it out,” Smith said with a growl. “Mage-catching’s one of the thing he’s known for, up north. Spells don’t bite on him as hard. Nobody knows why, but they don’t. Probably he followed Miss Irene down. He wouldn’t have told anyone else in the gang, though.”
“Why?” asked Sofie? “Is the other thing he’s known for is being a backstabbing weasel?”
“…Yeah,” said Smith. “Though it’s not what I meant.”
