Them’s Fightin’ Words…

So. There’s a company out there that’s infamous among writers. Victoria Strauss, over at Writer Beware, has been a valiant crusader in bringing to light and public knowledge the activities of any number of unsavory groups masquerading as legitimate publishers. Typically, these groups offer author services, wherein they’ll sell a writer advertising packages. Or book “packages,” in which a hapless writers pays through the nose for editing, cover art and such. In fact, the Man of the Hour, David Gaughran, has an entire series of posts that walk the discerning reader through how egregious this crew are.

Well, they’re at it again, only this time they’ve recruited accomplices. And what accomplices they are. No less than Barnes & Noble (or, as I like to think of them, Toys & Nooks) has signed a contract to funnel business to one of the most deceptive scammers of naive writers-cum-author around. In exchange for a cut of filthy lucre, B&N – through Nook Press – will be pushing Author Solutions publishing packages. All at an even higher-than-“normal” price, and all without the willing consent of the spammed. It’s, it’s … just go read. It’s infuriating, and a decade ago, I might have bought it, and that’s further angering. I’m going to have to go stab badguys just to relax now…

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Raiding Party at ATH

That’s right: the Huns are sweeping down out of the CIS-Alps. Or, or something. Anyway, I’ve got a little thing up at According To Hoyt wherein I talk about how bad things aren’t. Not really. Could be lots worse. Lucifer’s Hammer, anyone? How about the Walking Dead? Life Free or Die, even…

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You don’t have to be mad to work here . . .

I have a new post up over at the Organization of Slightly-Vexed Boffins discussing the current nonsense floating about the InterWebz as regards intersectionality and it’s (poor) application to publishing and reading and writing. Here’s a taste:

Badthink; Wrongfun

I don’t know what’s going on in the world anymore. I went away for most of a month. Mrs. Dave and I went to find winter in Colorado, and I ended up wearing short sleeves for most of our visit. There were Superstars (though I wonder whether that refers to those of us in the audience, or the well-selling folks up front) and then there was several hundred miles of road through gorgeous country, and a few dozen awesome people in a few too-short weeks.

Then I come home to find I’m now the wrong kind of fan, having the wrong kind of fun, writing the wrong kind of stories in the wrong way, and reading the wrong kinds and shapes and colors of authors.

In other news, the sequel(s) to Shadow Hands will be going up for sale in the near future. I apologize for the (unpleasantly sizable) delay between releases. I can only say that fatherhood came as more of a surprise than I expected. Also, that I’m less good at covers than I’d like. Keep an eye on this space, and I’ll let you all know the details.

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For Me, But Not For Thee

My regular monthly Raiding Party post over at Sarah A. Hoyt’s blog, wherein the readership is far greater than here.

For Me, But Not For Thee

The teaser trailer for Episode Vee-Eye-Eye is out, and I imagine at least some of the Huns are excited, though I understand herself hold the franchise in some disdain. I, myself, am cautiously optimistic. Abrams has done – qualified – good things (and I’ll get to why I say that in a bit) with Star Trek, and I have hopes he’ll do something similar-but-better with the franchise nearest and dearest to my eight-year-old self’s heart…

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Where Has the Time Gone?

Wow. It’s been a while. I’d love to say I’ve been busy (and that’s true, but incomplete), but really, I have no excuses. Not even a lengthy visit to an alternate dimension. Dammit.

I have been posting other places. I have been invited to take up people’s time and energy over on Mad Genius Club (which I presume makes me a Junior Genius or some such), as well as taking a regular slot as a member of the Raiding Party over at Sarah Hoyt’s place. These seem to be going well, though I confess to a distinct feeling of inferiority writing alongside people like Sarah Hoyt, Kate Paulk, Amanda Green, Dave Freer and Cedar Sanderson. These folks write some damn fine words. And I’m just me, y’know? Seriously, go read these folks. I aspire to write as well as they do. Start with Kate’s Con series, then check out everything Dave’s written (I’m particularly fond of the Heirs of Alexandria). Get Sarah’s Darkship Thieves for great (dare I say it? Heinleinesque! *GASP* I dared) space opera, and then check out Witchfinder for something truly different. Hit up Amanda’s Nocturnal Lives series for urban fantasy/police procedural with a distinct lack of glitter. Finally, get Pixie Noir from Cedar. I helped out with a read of this one, and it’s outstanding. She blends fairy tale with a noir feel with a deft touch. Her protagonist is weary and worn, pushed far beyond his means and resources, yet he presses on with dogged determination and no small amount of humor. I loved it, and I’m looking forward to reading the sequel, Trickster Noir, which is just out. Seriously, go, enrich my friends’ coffers in exchange for words to hearten and liven.

The biggest news in my life is that Mrs. Dave is two weeks from delivery of Working Title Pascoe. I seriously doubt I’ll sleep more than a few hours in the following weeks, and then we’re heading for LibertyCon in late June. Things are always changing, and all we control is how we face that change. That said, we’re excited. And maybe a little terrified. Just a bit.

As the season turns toward summer, I’ve got multiple projects on my plate, fatherhood into which to plunge, and plans within plans. I need to write more, write faster, and write better, and I’m positioning myself to do just that. I look forward to showing you the journey.

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