So, yeah, the newly edited, some parts changed Gunslinger Greed is available for free on Wattpad and Amazon for Kindle at $.99, but maybe print would be nice. Granted, it’s a very small book, but ya know, the cover looks mighty fine.
Well, what the Sam Hill…? Ah yah, as promised a couple days ago, this here’s the new release of Gunslinger Greed, free on Wattpad. Now, Earl C. Wade, gunslinger he is, he ain’t for everybody. Ornery cuss. Ill-tempered. Twisted. Dark. Sick. Bad man he is, though, he’s not the scariest thing you’ll come upon roamin’ these pages.
I had thoughts at first of choosing an Indie and Traditional* author at random, but I thought it might seem like picking on someone. So I decided to pick on myself when providing an example of choppiness and smooth goodness. What clearer presentation could I give than comparing the me from a year and a half ago against the me of today?
Some time ago I penned a novelette for Dark Moon Press to be included in their anthology featuring tales of urban folklore. The story I wrote was Gunslinger Greed, about a gunman who becomes so greedy a wendigo comes after him. While the main character Earl C. Wade fascinated me in a rather revolting way, the writing was decidedly Indie author-like and needed improvement.
The distance to the ground was not as far as it looked. That’s what the boy kept telling himself anyway when peeking over the barn-roof’s edge; just as he had done for five previous days. It was time. No more cowardice. He could do this. Jump to that stable-roof some fifteen feet away. Best friend Jimmy be damned for claiming otherwise.
On Friday I wrote about taking a creative writing course at coursera. The course challenges students each week with a writing exercise. This week was covering a five-act model called ABDCE.
coursera provides a cheap alternative to taking college-level courses that concern business, computer science, the arts, and I don’t know what all. The list is pretty fricking extensive. What’s more, they partner with top universities and organizations, so what coursera provides is top-notch.
Research. The very mention of the word makes the assholes of some authors pucker up so tight they get anal cramps. Not me, though. Approximately seventy percent of my “writing” time is devoted to research. Maybe that will change after another couple of years, but as research now is so time-consuming, you can bet I’m always on the look-out for whatever will help shave that percentage. Enter the Great Courses.
Just a brief post today to let you know that Calasade: Sanguinem Isle is on WattPad. Now, don’t know if you’re familiar with WattPad, but it is a great resource for authors to share stories with readers.
Now comes our protagonist, Gannicus. I don’t think any character has ever been given a more electrifying introduction. What I really appreciate about Gannicus is he makes no apology for what he is. Indeed, he revels in it, the violence and blood, the wine and women that come after the fighting. No thoughts are given towards cruelty or regret. Indeed, as Batiatus yells, “Now there’s a fucking gladiator!”
Now, DA:O is supposed to be a role-playing game, but here, just like in the previous chapter, we’ve precious few, if any, opportunities for actual role-playing. And again, similar to the previous chapter, this one is slow, though not quite at the snail-crawling pace of Castle Cousland. Perhaps you’re wondering why bother with a RPG that offers little to no role-playing in the beginning which starts out slowly. Trust me, DA:O is worth a bit of patience.
Welcome to the most famous brothel in Pompeii. This, wouldn’t you know, is one of the more popular tourist destinations, but I think for the wrong reasons. Every few minutes groups of adults come through and giggle like obnoxious school children. To them I do not just say but bellow, “Have some respect. And get over the fact this was a site of sex with wall-paintings and concrete beds on which the fornicators put padding and laid.” I mean, seriously. What’s more common than sex? Breathing and eating, but those are about all.
There’s an old saying. Or at least I think there’s this old saying. And if there isn’t, there should be. Something like you will see everything in the universe twice should you stick around long enough. You know, meaning things come full circle. Which brings me to Desperation by Stephen King.
Thalarus aches to be everything he is not. His position and family name are ironic obstacles, but his biggest problem is his compassion for those more unfortunate than he. Our man is in many ways a walking contradiction. Alongside trying to save the world, he wishes to see his burn. Now, without further adieu, I give you a sneak peek into Impetus. Click the PDF icon to read. Here’s hoping you enjoy it!
Some reviews for Calasade: Sanguinem Isle courtesy of readers at Readers’ Favorites. All 5-Star, which is always good. 🙂
Being an author and former hustler, you can understand why I was attracted to these books by Walter Tevis. You can also understand why I avoided reading them for so long. I figured they would irritate me no end, either because they romanticized the life of a hustler and pool player or because certain nuances of the game within a game might be missed. I was not irritated. In fact, my jaw hung most of the time while reading.
When you step into the ludus, you feel History, sure, but if you’re even a little spiritually sensitive, you’ll sense far more. It’s not haunted, mind you (least ways I saw no ghosts), but the place will haunt you. Seep into your bones, give you a chill in a way that few places outside Agatha Christie’s imagination can.
If you’re the kind who appreciates a bit of naughty fun, make sure to strike up a conversation with the young man (Dairren) or woman (Iona) you meet when talking to your mother. Pay attention to the conversation. This will inform you in which room those two are staying. Should you choose to romance one, you’ll wake up with that choice after speaking to Fergus. Seems at that juncture the writers at EA stuck with the horror morality cliche`.
Having sex gets a character killed.
In life preceding sobriety he had often frequented the taverns, but since quitting the drink, he had tried to eschew the Twisted Vine. For the good it did. Regardless his efforts of pluckiness he nevertheless fell vulnerable to circumstance, as now, though usually he could blame the Vine’s heady temptations. The place was an ever-wily seductress tugging at his elbow and murmuring in his ear.
This is a special plea. Charity Parkerson is a talented author. More importantly, she’s a great person and mother. Unfortunately, she’s run into life-threatening medical issues and needs some financial help. If you could see your way clear of donating even a few dollars towards her medical expenses, those dollars would go a long way.
Let’s talk video games. Now, I’m not a die-hard gamer, but games do provide a nice break from writing (dream job) and software engineering (day job). Sometimes, playing a game makes for great research, as you will see when I review Ryse: Son of Rome. What I look for most in games is no different than what I desire in a movie or book. The STORY is what matters.
His sides cramped and red-hot iron scalded the inside of his chest. Worse, his knees kept buckling, hindering the desperate attempt to flee his would-be killer. Not just any spider scurried after him—oh no, not here in this place so infamous for its butchery people named it Silva de Clades, the forest of carnage. Few foreigners—which he was—possessing a rational mind dared tread anywhere within Avia, homeland of a gray-skinned people called Saeva, but especially not within this woodland.
The first amphitheater I saw was Italica’s. I became nauseous, dizzy. Tears welled. Heard things that were not there. Envisioned scenes I could have never seen first-hand. At least not in this life. Ditto for those in Pompeii and Merida to a lesser extent. Whereas the arenas in Pompeii (a much older style of amphitheater) and Merida are better preserved and are certainly no less impressive, I feel a strange, soul/mind-altering connection with Italica.
It is with no small amount of pleasure that I introduce to you Calasade: Impetus, the next novel to be published in the Calasade series. As you may or may not know, Dear Reader, each installment is a stand-alone. Now, that doesn’t mean the characters from one book to the next won’t be the same. They will. And some stories will be descendants of others. Still, you don’t have to read from Book #1 to understand what’s going on. Quite intentional, let me tell you, because I myself find it daunting to begin a series when I see there already exist thirteen releases.
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