Balticon in two days!

I’ll be there Friday afternoon, and selling books until Monday. While at the same time day-tripping it, because Balticon is only twenty five minutes away via car. I may amend that Sunday night, depending on how beat I’ll be by then. It’s just that the hotel room is around $150/night, and the combination of proximity to the venue and ease of getting there is just too hard to overcome.

Oh, well. I’m going there pretty much to sell books anyway. I’m going to have a link to TINSEL RAIN printed out and framed so that people can order the book while at the convention; the paperback is going to have to wait until I finish the proofs (I don’t think it’ll be ready for Galactic-Con, either). But I definitely will have the book before the Kickstarter deadline, which is the important thing…

Moe Lane

PS: I am looking for more Maryland conventions; so if you know of any, let me know.

#commissionearned

This one simple trick will make authors love you forever!

If you like their books, say so! Like, on social media and stuff. For example: TINSEL RAIN is coming out Friday. If you’re a Kickstarter backer, and you liked the book, there is almost nothing better you can do for me right now than say so on as many of your favorite social media platforms as you care to post to. With the link (https://www.amazon.com/Tinsel-Rain-Tom-Vargas-Mystery-ebook/dp/B0B243FV1N), and a picture of the book, if you can swing it.

And here’s the thing: if you don’t like my book, you can still do this with books that you do like. It is a very rare author indeed who will object to people saying in public how awesome their book is, and what the link is to buy it. So, even if you hate my guts, the advice I’m giving is still good.

It is the Glorious 25th of May.

A day long-remembered in Discworld history.

All the little angels rise up, rise up.
All the little angels rise up high!
How do they rise up, rise up, rise up?
How do they rise up, rise up high?
They rise heads up, heads up, heads up, they rise heads up, heads up high!

Moe Lane

#commissionearned. Here is also a link to the Alzheimer’s Association, for sadly obvious reasons.

The TORG ETERNITY: PAN PACIFICA Kickstarter.

Come, I will conceal nothing from you: I cannot afford to get into TORG ETERNITY. It’s not that any one source book is expensive, but there’s a lot of them, and I’m not going to be playing TORG any time soon*. But the Pan Pacifica Kickstarter looks real neat, if you have the disposable income.

*That ten-buck preorder of TORG ETERNITY: ORRORSH looks like a steal, thoug… No! NO! That’s exactly how they reel you in. Be strong, Moe! Be strong!

#commisionearned

The John Carpenter’s THE THING’s 40th anniversary theatrical release.

Two days: June 19th and 22nd. I just need to figure out which day will be easier to schedule. Get tickets here.

Tweet of the Day, This Is Not Incomprehensible… edition.

…it’s just vaguely stupid.

Seriously, I know that now that I’m in my fifties I’m supposed to be overwhelmed by future shock, or whatever the term is. But this isn’t gonna do it. I understand perfectly what happened: some crystaljock jacked some data, sold it to a gonk via a fixer, and now this mediaposter thinks the gonk somehow owns the data and can get away with telling the corpos where to stuff it.

This is not hard. And, at that: it’s barely cyberpunk.

Okay, I tell a lie: I figured out the first paragraph of BUZZ ON THE STREETS.

It’s not the next Tom Vargas novel (now on preorder!). It’s going to be a novella to bridge the gap between TINSEL RAIN and the next novel, so that I won’t have to use a part of the book to reintroduce Lucas. But I just needed to bring him in properly from the start. I think this works:

Patreon!

Continue reading Okay, I tell a lie: I figured out the first paragraph of BUZZ ON THE STREETS.

Well, *today* crashed and burned.

Can’t even put my finger on why. Well, actually, I can: the kids have less than a month left of school. They grow… restless.

And I guess I grow restless, too. The idea of not having to wake up at 6:30 AM every morning? Bliss. Almost as much as not having to give impromptu explanations of sixth-grade math because I went into English literature on the understanding that there was to be no math. And certainly no spreadsheets: so many, many spreadsheets. How did people survive, before them?