Because good things are still worth the effort.
A sample of Ahead on Machined Shoulders available now at Wattpad: [May is the wife of Remy Therison, Aaran. At least in a full prosthetic she can protect herself. Convincing her to keep a bodyguard is not an enviable task. One I’ve been charged with by Garen many times.] [Not to be insensitive about her…
So as it turns out I had this nagging impression to highlight Ahead on Machined Shoulders. Before that, I’ll tell you a little something: Shareware bites hard these days. “Free” downloads bait-and-switch trailware and interruptionsoft teasers galore, whilst I attempt to proofread with a sick dog on my lap. She’ll be fine, we figure, but…
Sector Bomb is, under another title, at present, a big fat draft. I love big fat drafts. They’ve got lots of ideas, plenty of editing and ‘text grunt work’ – tons of stuff that needs improvement I can’t even see yet. Unfortunately I wrote it from the wrong perspective. That’s the lesson planning teaches you….
Every One Fight is no longer available at Wattpad so’s you should know. You want to find out how Masurani deals with her own discomfort and loss, you’ll have to buy it at Amazon or pick up a copy via Smashwords, but not Barnes and Noble, since they don’t like the idea of flex pricing. Hey, you’ve had notice. ^^
I decided to publish with Amazon simply because that’s where the traffic is … It’s that simple. I’m trying to draw attention to my work. If I don’t jump out in the middle of rush hour I’m not going to get hit by anything. I know the risks and I am choosing to take them.
Eight cruisers had somehow veered into a Hauler robot dragging twelve long tons of raw NA-16 through the middle of Angel City North and right across my doorstep. The first smacked into the Hauler, and from my ground level office I heard the groan and wail. Haulers sometimes develop personalities, and even a few like…
Ten years or so. Probably longer. The initial concept was rough, unplanned and the world Aaran lived in far from alive. I borrowed ours. Going back with a patch job to draw the story in was a disservice to the inspiration I received. Thanks to a few choice words, I followed a logical process of…