My panel for RisuCon got approved!

This should be fun: I proposed doing a panel called “So You Want to Do a Kickstarter” for RisuCon, and I just got back confirmation that it’s been approved. I’m looking forward to it. With four successful Kickstarters under my belt and a fifth one being fulfilled now, I think I can at least offer some basic advice to people looking to do their own crowdfunding*. Plus, I’m still at the ‘panels are fun’ stage of all of this. Always happy to sit up there and talk away for a while.

*As always, if you’re just joining us now then go read “Kickstarter Math Is Weird” and Business for the Right-Brained. They’ve both been very handy for me. Hopefully, they will be for you, too.



ULTIMATE CONCLUSIONS is a collection of short stories from my buddy Karl Gallagher. Funded by Kickstarter, it’s old-school science fiction, the kind that requires more math to write than I either have, or particularly want. Karl’s Torchship trilogy is good stuff, if you haven’t read it yet. There’s a couple stories in that universe in this book, so if you have read that trilogy, keep an eye out for when this collection is available for wider sale.



Yeah, a new title really is needed.

“What’s the problem, Hey-You? …That’s still me asking, not scoffing. I figure if you’re worried, there’s a reason.”

Rex stood up from the meeting table, and stood before an old map of Deseret. It didn’t have as much information as they’d like on it — people didn’t exactly stop by Wells to chat, and snakes can’t read or write — but it still showed every place north of Seventy Road and east of the Bonneville Flat that at least had a Dominion garrison. There were far too many of ‘em, not that anybody had asked Tabetha her opinion. 

“I’m glad Burning Brand’s dead. He was vile, cruel, and ruthless. He did horrible things when he took… the capital. Even worse ones, as Viceroy. The worst part was, he didn’t even care. His atrocities were carved from ice and indifference. He was a monster of the first order.” For a moment, Rex was clearly somewhere else, and Tabetha’s fingers clenched, looking for a sword-hilt that wasn’t there. Wherever he had gone in his head, it was no place to travel alone.

But he gathered himself. “The problem is, Burning Brand was a smart monster. He knew just how hard to squeeze the towns and cities. A lot, but not enough that they’d decide to die on their feet — or at least, not before that would be more convenient for the Universal Dominion anyway.” Rex shrugged. “The word is, he was forced to take a slow poison. He must have really infuriated the Supreme Archmage with his system.”

Got the second story edits back…

…and it turns out that my editor did something absolutely infuriating. To wit, she somehow viciously managed to identify precisely the bits that I had hurriedly papered over because they were weak spots in the narrative that I didn’t want to actually fix. The absolute nerve of her!


Yeah, I’ll be fixing it this weekend. Just goes to show, hey? Do it right the first time, and all that.

The latest installment of THE BOLD MARAUDER is up!

And getting this done was ‘heroic effort’ territory. My eldest needed my help this afternoon, you see. Something he ordered turned out to have ‘some assembly required,’ which meant trips to get things like epoxy — and debonding agents. I’m lucky that I got anything done today.

Anyway: the latest installment of THE BOLD MARAUDER. Enjoy!

Pre-ordered: Dueling Six Demons: A Dangerous Clique Novel.

My buddy Jim Geraghty just announced that his next novel Dueling Six Demons: A Dangerous Clique Novel (The CIA’s Dangerous Clique Book 4) is coming out next month. Not to mention the fact that the title of this one may be more literal than expected.

Well. Expected by others. I personally sent Jim a copy of In Nomine. Just in case he needed any ideas – which he probably didn’t. Jim’s a good writer that way.

Anyway: pre-ordered.



Title is clunky.

“That’s gonna happen no matter what, Hey-You. You think the Dominion is gonna decide, ‘Shoot! A bunch of folks in the badlands up and wrecked our base! Guess we shouldn’t go there anymore.’” Tabetha shook her head. “That’s not how those so-and-so’s do things, and you know it.”

“No,” Rex agreed, “it’s not. But every one of those motherless sons we kill first is one more Purty won’t have later to burn out farmers and townsfolk. I’m not going to pretend I don’t know that. That’s not how we do things. Not in Deseret.”

It was the most powerful temptation in the world for Tabetha to throw, There ain’t no Deseret no more! back in Rex’s face, and she wondered later what would have happened if she had. Aside from infuriating Rex no end, naturally, which was one reason why she didn’t. The man was almost supernaturally reasonable, but there were limits.

The other reason was, she didn’t think Deseret was dead. Not yet.

#SPFBOX Renegades broadcasts on 05/14. (Not a personal plug!)

I’m not on this – sounds like John A. Douglas already has his panel picked anyway – but I’m still thinking of tuning in. Podcasts aren’t exactly my jam, but they’re pretty important in author-related social media. I should at least be more familiar with them.

Patreon Microfiction: Horror Without Lovecraft.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Horror Without Lovecraft would be an entirely different genre. Or, possibly, subgenre. I mean, people do like to be scared, so chilling stories and novels would still exist. But the impact of “Supernatural Horror in Literature” in creating the horror genre as its own thing, independent of other types of genre fiction, was profound. So much so that modern popular fiction would look utterly different without it.



The next day

“We’re running out of time, sir.” Dallin was keeping it respectful, which Tabetha decided was smart of him. Rex hadn’t gone to the ‘vicious bastard’ school of war, but nobody likes to be told they gotta do things they don’t want to do. 

Especially when one of your junior officers’ doing it, she decided. Bet he never saw that happen, before the Scourging. He was hiding it real well, but Tabetha could read the signs.

“I’m as concerned about time as you are, Dallin,” Rex responded. “We’re already pushing up the schedule for when we leave to attack Purty, to two weeks from now. What’re your reasons for making it one?” The heck of it was, he actually sounded interested to hear if Dallin had any.

Dallin didn’t hesitate, bless him. “We hit that raiding party too hard, sir. They didn’t just want slaves, they wanted to find out things. Now they’re gonna to find out that if they send out a few guys to Wells, they ain’t coming back. So they’ll send a lotta guys, next time. And they have magic gear now, at least a little.” He shook his head. “I don’t think they’re gonna get weaker, sir. The faster we boot them in the head, the better.”