Hi followers! Here’s a preview of what to expect tomorrow at Anime Detour. I say preview because this isn’t even close to half of it. Be sure to come visit me (Sewn Together Reflections) and check out what’s there. Also, feel free to tell me if you’re a follower :) Also, the Sebastian woodburning will be in the charity auction, signed by J. Michael Tatum himself thanks to Detour staff being awesome.
Con tomorrow! One hour of sleep! Yay!
Someone on my mom’s facebook posted one of those classic “Video games are the root of all evil” articles. So I slammed into them… thoughtfully and nicely, of course. Someone responded in a negative way, of course, and their words would annoy me…
… had my mom not come in to say, “Stop attacking my baby video games aren’t evil.”
You go, mom. You go.
In the process of editing the book, hoping to have it done early next week EVEN WITH DETOUR BEING THIS WEEKEND! Yep. I’m crazy. I know.
But I’m in the second chapter already, that’s good right? Here’s my favorite quote so far from Alex, the main character, to his friend Nicholas in regards to them ever having a chance at dating:
“Nick-Nack I’ve told you that if you grow breasts and stop standing in line at midnight for hard to pronounce video games I’ll give you a shot.”
We’re in the first round of book edits! Follow the blog for more information :)
Here it is! The pre-sale for the anthology I wrote for is now up! Follow the link for prices on the entire anthology and/or the individual stories. Yay!
To celebrate, here’s a fun snippet:
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This next game, Lukis realizes, is a rather strange one. He doesn’t bother trying to play. Instead, he watches as Aaron fights against someone else. Lukis wonders, as he watches the intro video, why high school students are even allowed to fight with swords and strange monsters that they summon. Don’t they have parents? And since when can bears talk, fight, and smoke cigars? Was that a robot just now? With an axe?
“Told ya it was completely different,” Aaron says, picking some kid that uses a gun and has some sort of fly as a monster friend.
It’s still exciting to watch, Lukis thinks. Aaron’s fighting against some tall, buff guy who uses a folding chair as a weapon — that makes no sense, either, who brings a chair to a gun fight?
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Follow the link to see how you can get a hold of this story and others :)
YAY!
Hey everyone, check it out! This is for the short story I wrote in Dreamspinner Press’ upcoming sports anthology. It’ll go on pre-sale next week, so I’ve been given permission to share the cover image and the story blurb.
Lukis Singleton’s once-popular sports column is fading fast, thanks to the terrible track record of the local football team. In an attempt to save the column, Lukis’s editor, John, decides he needs to go in a different direction. Video games are all the rage these days, so John insists that sending Lukis to a huge video-game tournament in Los Angeles will shake up his current readers and bring in new ones. Lukis isn’t thrilled about reporting on games with impossible powers or gamers who still live in Mom’s basement, but then he meets a tempting flaw in the gaming stereotypes of unwashed man-children. Aaron Sanders is a gorgeous breath of fresh air at the tournament who takes Lukis’s less-than-stellar view of gamers and turns it on its head, leaving Lukis to wonder if it might be worth being Aaron’s player two.
It was a ton of fun writing this. There are quite a few geeky nods all throughout the story, from Marvel vs. Capcom, to Street Fighter, and even some Persona 4 Arena. Fighting games are one of my favorite video game genres, so as soon as I saw “sports theme” I thought “fighting game tournament.”Lukis is the naysayer, the “games are stupid” character. But Aaron is all “games are awesome” and breaks all of Lukis’ stereotypes since he’s attractive and social. The main point of this story is to show that us gamers aren’t just a bunch of anti-social children who can’t function, who still live with mom, and who waste their lives with a controller in their hand. There’s so much more to video games, especially in this day and age, and on top of the gay romance is the theme of, “Don’t make assumptions about people because of what they do. Don’t make assumptions about something until you try it yourself.”
I’ll post a link when the pre-sales start. Until then, enjoy this snippet :)
On top of my book “Treat Me Kindly,” there’s a short story coming soon! Remember to follow my writing blog for up-to-date information :) And yeah, Persona 4 fans you read that write, there’s a nod to the game in the story along with a bunch of other fighting games ^^ I just couldn’t hep myself!
Check it out, guys! I’m working on a new story before “Treat Me Kindly” gets published! Some may say I’m crazy, but… well I am crazy, but this was actually done some time ago and I’m just editing/snazzing it up before sending it to publishers.
This is a gay romance story that suddenly turned novel length (oops?) It’s kinda got a crime thriller vibe, with some supernatural elements mixed in and a touch bit of horror? There’s a brief description below followed by a snippet of the two main boys in the story and how they interact with one another :)
Warnings: Geekery, cute boys doing cute boy things, me trying to tempt you with my writing more
Brief synopsis: When something tragic happens in your life you want nothing more than to close your eyes, go to sleep, and make all of the pain go away. For Gable Peterson it’s a little more complicated than that. When detective Maurice Ashford shows up at his door with news that his boyfriend, Avery Blair, has been found dead, Gable is left devastated. Gable does the same thing he did when his grandfather died back when he was a little boy; he closes his eyes and imagines a world where his loved one is still alive.
Only, when Gable wakes up, he’s surprised to see that Avery is actually still alive!
Gable discovers something very peculiar about himself. There’s a place inside of his head where another Gable Peterson exists. This other Gable tells him that he has the power to go back and keep Avery from dying. Of course, Gable doesn’t believe anything that he’s hearing.
Until Avery dies for the second time.
Shortly after, Gable finds himself back at day one. Now he’s more determined than ever to save his boyfriend.
But is it worth the hardship he’s about to face?
This isn’t just some accident that happens to Avery. Gable’s boyfriend is murdered in cold blood by someone who the media has called “The Horrific Homophobe” or “The Double H Murderer.” This killer roams the streets of Minneapolis, kidnapping gay men who turn up dead in a week’s time. They’re not just brutally killed, there are derogatory words written all over their bodies in a terrifying display of the hell they had suffered through during the week. Oddly enough, along with words like FAGGOT and QUEER and HOMO are compliments of nice eyes or beautiful smile and other charming words that have no business being anywhere near such hatred. Gable suddenly finds himself tracking down a killer, but can he save Avery in time?
*gasp* A new story has emerged! Dun dun dunnnnn!
Basically what I want but change the controllers to Xbox 360.
I even had my hair like his for a while
OK this is too adorable. Actually our relationship is similar, except I’m holding the controller, she’s watching and encouraging me or chiming in :)
Why couldn’t he be like those cartoon heroes
That they’d watch together on Saturday mornings
Who hid that impenetrable S behind a suit jacket
Or keep nifty gadgets in a bright, yellow belt
Why couldn’t he a hero from Japan
That could create a blaze of blue fire between his fingertips
Who shouted out outrageous commands ka me…
Before he released the destruction from the palms of his hands
Why couldn’t he be a ranger of justice
Who transformed with a morpher and coin
Who knew all sorts of martial arts
And called on prehistoric robots that created something mega
Why couldn’t he be like the 8-bit heroes
Who could touch a flower and burn things to a crisp
Who could grab a leaf and fly high into the sky
Who could jump on a turtle use its shell as a weapon
Instead
He’s breathing out his last life
Wondering why
He couldn’t be any of those heroes
Who would never leave her behind
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Notes: Urm… yeah, I’ve been thinking about my big brother lately and this is what came out of that. I’ve written something like this before quite some time ago, but from my point of view, not his. So… here?
I’m not sure why its angst day at the writing blog, but apparently it is. You’re all invited?
