Hey Everyone! The ebook version of Scourge of the Seas of Time (And Space), in which my space opera pirate story “Tenarii” appears, is up for preorder. Preorder of the print version coming soon! https://books2read.com/u/3nYx9P
For the 6th year in a row, a dozen authors of science fiction, fantasy, horror and more will read 5 minute excerpts from their stories. Dress up and raise a pint with us in the majestic Titanic Room at Kieran’s Pub. No cover. Come discover your new favorite fiction author. You’ll see why we call it ‘speed dating for speculative fiction’!
This year I have the honor to be the MC for this event.
I’ll be back at the Twin Cities Book Festival this year, once again as guest author with Queen of Swords Press. I’ll be helping them sell books and will also be selling all three books in my Grimoires and Gunfights Steampunk/Weird West series.
Located in the Progress Center at the Minnesota State Fairgrounds, Rain Taxi’s TWIN CITIES BOOK FESTIVAL is not only the largest, most adventurous literary event in the Upper Midwest; it is THE annual get together for devoted book lovers from the Twin Cities and beyond! And it is FREE to all!!
The single-day TCBF will feature hundreds of exhibitors, dozens of presenting authors from near and far, special children’s programming and endless curiosities for all ages, all in a massive celebration of our vibrant Minnesota literary culture.
FREE parking • FREE Metro Transit rides to the Fairgrounds
More info at http://www.raintaxi.com/twin-cities-book-festival/
Cover for the upcoming anthology SCOURGE OF THE SEAS OF TIME (AND SPACE) from Queen of Swords Press edited by Catherine Lundoff. My space opera pirate story TENARI will appear alongside other fantastic tales! Due out in December of this year.
Opening line: “The thing that surprised Captain Kathleen Reed the most about commanding a pirate ship was the amount of paperwork it involved.”
Uncanny Magazine Issue 24- Disabled People Destroy Science Fiction!
Coming September 4th, THE 24th ISSUE OF THE 2016, 2017, & 2018 HUGO AWARD-WINNING UNCANNY MAGAZINE, the Disabled People Destroy Science Fiction special issue!!!
Includes my personal essay WE ARE NOT DAREDEVIL, EXCEPT WHEN WE ARE DAREDEVIL
All of the content will be available in the eBook version on the day of release.
The free online content will be released in 2 stages- half on day of release and half on October 2.
The contracts are signed, so –
Sold reprint rights for short story “Tenari” to Queen of Swords Press for their upcoming anthology SCOURGE OF THE SEAS OF TIME (AND SPACE).
Sold reprint rights for short story “Fast Gliding Down the Rails” to new magazine THE UNFIT for their debut issues.
So when my friends start asking me what I want for my birthday next year, I am going to tell them they should pool their money and send me off on a writing retreat so I can have some focused time alone to finish a few projects.
And when I say writing retreat, I’m not asking for enough money to spend a month in a some villa in Italy or chateau in France, or a monastic retreat, or an old mansion in New England with its own cemetery, or a cabin the north woods, because those places, while wonderful, would just distract me.
All ya’ll can just chip in and send me to a nice mid-to-low price hotel or even motel. A Holiday Inn Express would be fine. As long as it has a bed, a place for me to set up my laptop and extra monitor, a place to settle with my notebook and pens, a coffee maker, and quick and easy food options nearby (free breakfast in the morning is a bonus) in a relatively safe place for me to walk around to stuff, I’m set.
I just want that for a mere four days.
Even though it is impractical, that’s what I want for my birthday next year.
I will tell you this thing: Everything Anthony Bourdain wrote and said about being a line cook is true and if you listened to him closely enough, you know that was where his heart was; on the line. Everything he left out about working on the line is true as well, but unless you’ve worked in the business you probably don’t want to know; trust me on this. I say this as an ex-line and short order cook who loved the job and loved working with food.
Bangbang Apple Pie
911. What is your emergency?
Bangbang apple pie.
Bangbang they gotta die.
Bangbang shoot’em all.
Black skin – brown skin – anything but white man skin and bangbang.
Cops man, you gotta treat’em like a live hand grenade with the pin pulled. Might go off any moment. Kill you – kill everyone around you – kill everything you love – kill the world – and never be held accountable or responsible, because they are infallible – because the blue wall, baby – because they will shoot you dead and say. “He was a threat – She was resisting – I was scared. Fuck, I was bored and they were probably thugs anyway.”
And all the video and outrage and evidence? That shit doesn’t matter. Unarmed? Back turned? On the ground? Handcuffed? Bangbang and juries just shrug and say, “Not guilty,” go home to their American flags – picket fences – SUVs – bring in the dog, put out the cat, dispose of the leftover meatloaf, and have another piece of apple pie, God bless America.
Black? Bangbang .
Muslim? Sikh? Probably a terrorist.
Now white man, white man can hold a gun in his hand, screaming profanities and fifteen cops will force a stand-off – talk him down – maybe taz him if they just gotta but that’s a damned shame and they might have – probably were – treading on that patriot’s rights, because he is obviously a bald-eagle loving son of John Wayne and George Washington who believes in freedom and America and apple pie, boo-ya!
You can tell the white man is a son of liberty by the American – or maybe Confederate – flag flying in the back window of his truck and all the freedom defending semi-automatic rifles he owns. Wave their flags – wave their guns – wave their penis’ of American patriotic breeding. It’s American as apple pie, baby!
Black man – well, black man can have a carry permit, tell the cop he has a gun somewhere in the car, not have the gun anywhere in sight and – Bangbang bangbang bangbang bang. But white man holding a gun? Clearly not a threat.
Well, unless he’s obviously mental ill. Then bangbang. Or disabled. Bangbang. I mean fuck, they’re just useless broken cripples and a drain on society’s resources and sucking up the tax dollars of good hard working Americans, right?
Lesbian? Gay? Bi? Trans? Queer? Asexual? Pansexual? Baby Jesus says Bangbang.
Oh and women. Especially women of color, women who are mental ill, women who dared to walk outside wearing a burka or miniskirt or a pair of jeans and modest blouse – bangbang – because after all, they are just dirty dirty wimmins with their dirty dirty wimmin’s parts. Shoot’em all. Bangbang
Homeless vets, disabled vets, vets with PTSD – fuck they should have come back whole like John Wayne or died like American patriots of freedom on the battlefield, smoking M-16 in their hands, surrounded by a thousand dead bodies of America’s enemies. Bangbang.
Family Pet? Bangbang and double bonus points extra big slice of apple pie ala mode if you gun that pet down in front of the family, boo-ya bangbang!
Black bodies – brown bodies – broken bodies – queer bodies – women’s bodies – Bangbang, the bodies hit the floor, the pavement, the ground, the grave.
And sure, you can gather, protest, carry a sign, sing, chant, link arms, stop traffic, We Shall Overcome Kumbaya!
But the moment one cop decides he’s afraid, the whole riot gear wearing, armored car driving, jack-booted phalanx can just draw weapons and bangbangbang because you are threat to their safety–to the rich man’s safety–to order and justice and the American way of life.
God Bless America. Bangbang. What did you do to get yourself shot today?
Did you fail to instantly comply with four conflicting orders screamed at you while guns were waved in your face? Did you drive while black? Did you go outside your home while mentally ill? Did you take your disabled body out where good God-fearing Americans had to actually see you? Did you love a person with a different skin color from you or the same genitalia as you? Did you not believe in God, Baby Jesus, and the American Way?
Is that why the cops had to shoot you?
Remember, you deserved to be shot you criminal you thug you gimp you druggie you commie Nazi hippie liberal socialist fascist democrat welfare-queen who probably eats bald eagles in a satanic caricature of Thanksgiving.
The cops had to shoot you and the cops are not guilty of any crime. The cops are not even guilty of just poor fucking judgment. They are never guilty. They are never guilty because they are America and America cannot be guilty. America the Beautiful is beautiful – as long as you are white – male – healthy – wealthy – wave your flag – wave your gun – wave your penis ramrod straight copulate – but only in the Baby Jesus approved missionary position and only for the express purpose of breeding more white male able-bodied American patriots to defend truth, justice, and the apple pie.
Black? Brown? Native? Asian? Muslim? Sikh? Jew? Hindu? Pagan? Atheist? Mentally ill? Disabled? Autistic? Lesbian? Gay? Bi? Trans? Queer? Asexual? Pansexual? Woman? Homeless? Poor? Pet? Just a little too slow to react?
Bangbang apple pie.
Bangbang they gotta die.
Bangbang shoot’em all.
911. What is your emergency?