Wow, so it’s been forever since I updated my blog…sorry about that! Here’s a quick recap of my life since my last post:
In all honesty, I’ve been kind of excited. When one door closes, it can sometimes seem catastrophic (especially when your income is involved). But I’ve been viewing this as a great opportunity to try something new, and maybe even exciting!
In fact, the wife and I are working through some exciting ideas right now. I’ll tell you about them later, but suffice it to say that we’re dreaming big! Sometimes you never know if you can do something without trying it out. It involves taking some big risks, but that’s life, right? No regrets!
So what’s new with you? What did I miss?
Let me know in the comments!
House of Skin by Kiana Davenport
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Raw and beautiful — Kiana Davenport’s collection of short stories is something you need to read. With an economy of words, Ms. Davenport captures the love, pain, sorrow and joy of life among the people of the Pacific Islands. Some of the stories will shock you, others may leave you crying. But once you begin to read them, you will not be able to stop.
This is an eBook, so be sure to swing by Amazon and grab their free Kindle software if you don’t already own an eReader.
A big thanks to J.A. Konrath for bringing this author to my attention.
More stunning news on the self-publishing front: “Barry Eisler Walks Away From $500,000 Deal to Self-Pub”!
Thriller author Joe Konrath (aka-J.A. Konrath, Jack Kilborn, and Joe Kimball) had a discussion with fellow thriller author Barry Eisler last Saturday (March 19, 2011). I was going to post a few experts from the dialogue along with a summary and my own take on it, but the whole discussion was so great that I thought I’d just send you along to Mr. Konrath’s site to take a look for yourself. But do yourself a favor and go get some coffee first…the “dialogue” is a paltry 13,000 words long…
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Shadowmarch by Tad Williams
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
I really enjoyed Williams’ Otherland series, so I thought I’d give one of his fantasy works a read. I have to be honest — it took me a little while to really get into the book. I’m not sure exactly what it was, but I feel like I really didn’t identify with or really care about the main characters until later on in the book. Once the story got settled and moving, I became more emotionally connected to the characters even though they still came across as a little one-dimensional. Read more… »

Okay, I can’t hold it back any longer. Like a zit popping, I’ve got a major pet peeve breaking the surface. Pus and all.
It’s like this: Why oh why must a fantasy or SF writer feel so darn compelled to change the word for “Coffee” into something else?!
There’s no such compulsion to change other things like potatoes, carrots, cherries, rabbits, tea, dogs, horses, swords, etc. But no, for some reason coffee just has to be different. What, is that word so wrong, so modern, so Earthy, that it can’t be used in fantasy or science-fiction without fear of breaking the reader’s sense of suspended disbelief? Read more… »
The other day my lovely wife asked me if I could email her a list of books that I’ve enjoyed in the Science-Fiction realm for someone at her work. Inspired by the idea that I Can Make a Difference in someone’s book choice, I got right to work. I stared at a blank screen and realized something…I really can’t remember all of the books I’ve read. Not a chance. Yeah, there’s some standouts that come right to mind, but I sometimes feel like they’re the obvious choices — books that virtually anyone interested — yeah, probably seriously interested - in science-fiction would have either read already, still mean to read, or heard about and decided not to read (for whatever reason). But since blank pages kinda freak me out, I went ahead and threw them onto the list.
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So we’re supposed to get another winter storm tonight. Not my idea. Sorry. Normally I’m okay with snow — I live in Cleveland by choice — but I’m just getting to the point where I’m sick of it. It’s pretty and white, and then the plow trucks (finally) come and make it all nasty brown slush, and then it melts, and then there’s mud everywhere. Then my basement gets wet. And then my socks get wet when I pad down to the basement to do laundry. Read more… »
My neighbor, bless his little heart, has been playing the piano. Regularly. I hear chromatic scales early in the morning, pentatonic scales in the afternoon, and a hesitant “The Entertainer” sprinkled liberally throughout the day (thanks a lot, Scott Joplin).
It wouldn’t be so bad — even almost cute — if my neighbor was a sweet little eight-year-old kid working hard to conquer the mighty piano. But since he’s in his late 40’s, it falls a bit shy of endearing.
I crashed my truck. 
On the highway.
Going 60 mph.
Headfirst into the concrete divider.
Ouch.
Our minds do funny things to us. They play tricks. It’s almost as if all of the world’s writers have a union or United Nations-type venue that we are not consciously aware of, where our Minds gather and kibitz, sipping tea and expensive liquor. There they compose and oversee the Idea Olympics — a complicated series of ordeals or trials that our Minds come up with in order to test the merit of our every idea, thus — in theory — ensuring that only the strongest and best idea will survive to be typed or written by our eager fingertips. Read more… »