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Holiday Sale on Mendacities

Since everyone else is trying to shift slow-moving merchandise by having a holiday sale… two special offers on Mendacities, the humorous adventure novel I wrote earlier in the year.

First, a coupon good for 50% off the e-book edition, through SmashWords: RQ29Y will lower the price to $0.99 USD, and is good through December 31st, 2010.

Secondly, I can’t do much of anything about the price of the paperback edition (Barnes and Noble’s website has the lowest price for American buyers, for what it’s worth), but I am offering three free copies to readers. Just shoot me an e-mail (mendacities /at/ Google’s well-known e-mail domain / .com) with “Holiday contest” in the subject line, by 23:59 GMT, Wednesday 1 Dec 2010. Include your first name (or nick/handle), and what country you’re in. Two entrants from the United States, and one from the rest of the world, will be selected at random on the morning of the 2nd, and contacted for physical mailing addresses.

Obligatory disclosure: I will never spam you, sell your e-mail or snail-mail address, or otherwise do anything to annoy you. Domestic winners get their copies drop-shipped by the printer; international winner gets a copy mailed by yours truly. Winners are under no obligation to say nice things about it, say anything about it, or even read the accursed thing. 🙂

The clock is ticking, people.

Published in: Geekiness, General, Meta | on November 29th, 2010 | Comments Off on Holiday Sale on Mendacities

Chickens. Also, My Novel

Today, I pimp my first and probably only novel. And if you don’t care about that, an inane observation about chickens.

Acccording to Wikipedia, the chicken is the most-domesticated poultry – and possibly one of the most-domesticated animals, full stop. So domesticated, in fact, that most of us have probably never seen a wild chicken, and never will. (Of course, the domestic chicken’s wild counterpart, the red and grey junglefowl, is only native to southeast Asia…) It’s just kind of strange to think that something we in the west see as so ubiquitous and common is, or was once, something rare and unique from fabled far-away lands. I mean, the stereotypical image of a medieval British farmstead inevitably includes a dozen or so chickens scrabbling around in the dirt, and I wonder how many people then – or now – really realized the far distant origins of those ubiquitous critters?

Even less exciting than the origin of chickens as domesticated foodstuffs is my first novel, Mendacities. It’s a very atypical, dystopian, slightly trope-rich coming-of-age story. Boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy and girl agree to be just friends and nothing more, boy and girl meet a second, very strange, girl, and compete for her affections, while at the same time undertaking an ill-advised school project that winds up altering their lives, nearly killing them, and eventually helping overthrow the government. Also, there’s some casual nudity and underage drinking, a gunfight, and some ruminations on the practical inadequacies of modern K-12 education systems.

You know, same old, same old, just like all the other books out there.

Anyway, you can read about this appalling travesty to populist literature at it’s very own mediocre website, which includes links to several sample chapters, plus places you can buy the stupid thing, as either a paperback, a Kindle book, or an e-book in a dozen other formats. Those of you with an interest in self-publishing may find my boring page of facts and figures somewhat interesting.

My goal is to sell three-hundred copies in three years, and recoup the $200 I’ve got invested into this project. Let’s see how spectacularly I fail, shall we? Thank you in advance for your generous financial support, et cetera…

Published in: Geekiness, General, Meta | on August 13th, 2010 | 4 Comments »

Word Count: Yah, Ugh

So, I finished the first draft of the main body of my first-ever novel last night. As I wrote about earlier, it was composed online in a (private) wiki. Each chapter was a separate entry, and there are about twenty-five chapters. It’s possible that FosWiki has some sort of word-count extension somewhere – and I know FireFox does – but I didn’t bother using them. I’m, um, old-school, or something.

All along, I was kind of worried that I wasn’t going to hit 50,000 words, or 200 pages. I wanted it to be a sort of light novel, but not a freaking chapbook or something. Well, last night, I cut-and-pasted everything into OpenOffice… I needn’t have worried about the word count, apparently. Or the page count. The text comprises just shy of 70,000 words, and runs about 250 pages in a somewhat normal typeface and size, without any special formatting (chapter beginnings, et cetera) being added.

Now, the fun begins: running through the whole thing and editing it. I mean, yay, I wrote seventy-thousand words in thirty-eight days, on top of all the other stuff I usually write in that time period. On the other hand… I’ve got to edit seventy-thousand words, and add formatting. Happy happy, joy joy.

Assuming all goes according to plan, I’ll be self-publishing the thing through CreateSpace in a couple of months, where you, dear reader, can have the opportunity to be among the millions of people worldwide who haven’t read it, yay.

Unless you just happen to know an agent or editor interested in a mildly subversive literary minimalist coming-of-age story involving political shenanigans, secret societies, underage drinking, casual nudity, gruesome murders, subtly innuendo-laden wordplay, and heartwarmingly romantic same-sex relationships, anyway. English-language rights are still available for a low-low price of a $1 USD advance per continent.

No? Yeah, that was about what I figured…

Published in: Geekiness, General, Meta | on June 24th, 2010 | Comments Off on Word Count: Yah, Ugh

This Endless Winter of the Heart

My heart lies broken, bleeding, silent; a watch with no mainspring, rusted and corroded into a useless and insignificant piece of scrap.

My soul wails in torment; its sorrowed keening echoes unto eternity in this endless labyrinth of despair.

My eyes and nose leak happiness and joy; their collected bounty fills my circular file to overflowing.

Wherever it is that cats with cancer move on to, I fervently hope it’s always warm, always sunny, and full of lots of interesting things to eat, smell, and sleep on.

The forecast says it should be warm and sunny, but the feeble daystar is impotent against this endless winter of the heart.

Kancer Kitty, nineteen ninety-something to two-thousand ten. You will be missed.

Published in: Meta | on April 1st, 2010 | 2 Comments »

Dust in the Wind

Apologies for not posting anything yesterday… and nothing of substance today. I’m a bit… distracted.

I had to take my oldest cat to the vet yesterday, and, um… have a look for yourself:
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Published in: Meta | on February 24th, 2010 | 2 Comments »