Mike Jackson's Blog
June 20, 2013
Taven's Departing Free June 20-24, 2013
For those with a Kobo account (June 20-24), those with an iBookstore account (June 21-24) and those just needed an excuse to get one or the other or both, Taven's Departing is available this weekend as a free download on both Kobo and the iBookstore.
Taven's Departing is a fantasy adventure into the afterlife. If you're into dreams, you'll love Taven's Departing.
Taven's Departing is a fantasy adventure into the afterlife. If you're into dreams, you'll love Taven's Departing.
December 29, 2012
Free eBook
Wrong Channel: Those Crazy Tanner Kids, the second instalment in the hilarious series of relatable, family-oriented novellas, will be FREE on Kindle on January 1st and 2nd, 2013.
Check it out!
In return, my request is that you let me know what you think. You can do it on goodreads or on Amazon.
That's it.
Wrong Channel
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B009...
Check it out!
In return, my request is that you let me know what you think. You can do it on goodreads or on Amazon.
That's it.
Wrong Channel
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B009...
Discounted paperback versions
If you 'd like a discounted paperback version of my books, this blog posting is for you.
If you'd like a discount on my books, go to my website www.mdjackson.com, make note of the code on the front page, and follow the links. Enter the code and get a significant discount. It's easy.
In return, all I ask is that you let me know what you think. You can do it on goodreads or Amazon or wherever else you'd like.
That's all.
Taven's Departing
Door Knob to Broken Leg
Wrong Channel
Ill-Timed Prank
If you'd like a discount on my books, go to my website www.mdjackson.com, make note of the code on the front page, and follow the links. Enter the code and get a significant discount. It's easy.
In return, all I ask is that you let me know what you think. You can do it on goodreads or Amazon or wherever else you'd like.
That's all.
Taven's Departing
Door Knob to Broken Leg
Wrong Channel
Ill-Timed Prank
December 3, 2011
Booger
A finger in my nose to pick,
Just one booger I hope to flick,
Billy Preston did it first,
A snot from him - by far the worst,
Flew across the room at me,
A crunchy pellet, no time to flee,
Right above my mouth it hit,
And landed on my favorite mit,
My gloves came of, finger at the ready,
Got the booger now, got to keep steady,
The bell's rung; he's running away,
I'll recycle this booger for another day.
Just one booger I hope to flick,
Billy Preston did it first,
A snot from him - by far the worst,
Flew across the room at me,
A crunchy pellet, no time to flee,
Right above my mouth it hit,
And landed on my favorite mit,
My gloves came of, finger at the ready,
Got the booger now, got to keep steady,
The bell's rung; he's running away,
I'll recycle this booger for another day.
Snow Fall
Eyes up, hands down
See the snowflakes floating round
Dancing in the whispy air
Feel them melting in my hair
Open up my mouth a bit
Hoping they my tongue will hit
Falling backwards in the snow
The fire in your cheeks aglow
You and I and me and you
Are one together through and through
See the snowflakes floating round
Dancing in the whispy air
Feel them melting in my hair
Open up my mouth a bit
Hoping they my tongue will hit
Falling backwards in the snow
The fire in your cheeks aglow
You and I and me and you
Are one together through and through
August 12, 2011
In the Paper - Part Deux
So I was re-reading my last post and the guilt sunk in... I am not alone in my creative endeavor to create apps for Moms and kids. Together with my good friends Jeffrey Pierson (art) and Reid Blumell (programming), we have brainstormed these apps into existence.
Hmm. Can a storm bring something into existence? I guess there's Frankenstein... so it works.
But don't get me wrong, our game isn't like Frankenstein. Better disposition, nicer looking, no neck bolts.
Although it is built of several different parts. Hmm.
Not from a graveyard though. So it is different.
Hmm. Can a storm bring something into existence? I guess there's Frankenstein... so it works.
But don't get me wrong, our game isn't like Frankenstein. Better disposition, nicer looking, no neck bolts.
Although it is built of several different parts. Hmm.
Not from a graveyard though. So it is different.
In the Paper
In another creative outlet, I develop iPhone apps for kids and Moms.
For kids... because they are edu-taining ("fun" and "do not make the brain mush").
For Mom... because Fun with Thandros buys a few moments for her to, among other things, finish the last three pages of that oh so amazing gripping chapter of her new favorite book.
I recently did an interview with the local paper on the apps and on my novel. You can read it here:
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Fun-Wit...
The app is free until Sunday night at midnight (14.08.2011). You can download it here:
http://itunes.apple.com/app/fun-with-...
Happy Reading!
For kids... because they are edu-taining ("fun" and "do not make the brain mush").
For Mom... because Fun with Thandros buys a few moments for her to, among other things, finish the last three pages of that oh so amazing gripping chapter of her new favorite book.
I recently did an interview with the local paper on the apps and on my novel. You can read it here:
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Fun-Wit...
The app is free until Sunday night at midnight (14.08.2011). You can download it here:
http://itunes.apple.com/app/fun-with-...
Happy Reading!
June 28, 2011
On Being Michael Jackson: Sixty Batting Eyes
Entrance into the class and to my suprise;
Only one boy to the sixty batting eyes;
What luck, thought I, my odds are very good;
Michael Jackson had not been on a date in a while, as he knew he should.
But this was not an average university class;
Rather than respond orally, one girl stood in a flash;
And did a popping robot dance to respond to the query;
Not even sixty batting eyes kept me from feeling weary;
As the first assignment was a dance routine;
And Michael Jackson, no, not that one, was not too keen;
Only one class was all I could take,
For sixty batting eyes, my butt I'd not shake.
Only one boy to the sixty batting eyes;
What luck, thought I, my odds are very good;
Michael Jackson had not been on a date in a while, as he knew he should.
But this was not an average university class;
Rather than respond orally, one girl stood in a flash;
And did a popping robot dance to respond to the query;
Not even sixty batting eyes kept me from feeling weary;
As the first assignment was a dance routine;
And Michael Jackson, no, not that one, was not too keen;
Only one class was all I could take,
For sixty batting eyes, my butt I'd not shake.
June 27, 2011
On Being Michael Jackson. No, not that one.
There were none more than me cool,
For Michael Jackson doesn’t go to every school.
Chased by the girls, admired by the boys,
Royalty had nothing on me.
But things changed after that first day.
No longer pursued, no longer a display,
Now the butt of every joke,
Is he your brother? No. Why would our mother give us the same name?
Are you him? No, I’m caucasian.
Can you moon walk? Yes. Hey, why did you stop watching as soon as I started?
Are you married to your sister Janet? Why would I marry my sister... if I was him, I mean.
Year after year it continued on,
Embarrassment in class, attendance did spawn,
Titters from my peers, hiccups from the teacher,
Right up to the end of University.
Even, Buck Shot, yes, Buck Shot,
That cowboy favourite of Calgarian kids,
Announced my birthday with a long list of tykes
But of my name said it must be a joke.
Does he call you? No, having the same name doesn’t mean he knows me.
Where’s your glove? I don’t have one.
As a child, tears of being lost in someone else,
Found a home in my mother’s shoulder at night.
But I grew up.
I found myself.
And started enjoying the prank phone calls...
Wherever you are, if it was really you, Janet,
I’m sorry for what I said on the phone late that night,
I thought it was a prankster, I don’t really think you’re fat.
Now as I meet someone new I know just what to say,
Hey, I say, waiting for the bloom of surprise,
And with a smile in my face, and in my heart, I announce,
Guess what? My name’s Michael Jackson.
Can you sing? Yes, but not quite as good as him.
For Michael Jackson doesn’t go to every school.
Chased by the girls, admired by the boys,
Royalty had nothing on me.
But things changed after that first day.
No longer pursued, no longer a display,
Now the butt of every joke,
Is he your brother? No. Why would our mother give us the same name?
Are you him? No, I’m caucasian.
Can you moon walk? Yes. Hey, why did you stop watching as soon as I started?
Are you married to your sister Janet? Why would I marry my sister... if I was him, I mean.
Year after year it continued on,
Embarrassment in class, attendance did spawn,
Titters from my peers, hiccups from the teacher,
Right up to the end of University.
Even, Buck Shot, yes, Buck Shot,
That cowboy favourite of Calgarian kids,
Announced my birthday with a long list of tykes
But of my name said it must be a joke.
Does he call you? No, having the same name doesn’t mean he knows me.
Where’s your glove? I don’t have one.
As a child, tears of being lost in someone else,
Found a home in my mother’s shoulder at night.
But I grew up.
I found myself.
And started enjoying the prank phone calls...
Wherever you are, if it was really you, Janet,
I’m sorry for what I said on the phone late that night,
I thought it was a prankster, I don’t really think you’re fat.
Now as I meet someone new I know just what to say,
Hey, I say, waiting for the bloom of surprise,
And with a smile in my face, and in my heart, I announce,
Guess what? My name’s Michael Jackson.
Can you sing? Yes, but not quite as good as him.
