*Reads about fear based marketing. Ponders.*
*Ahem*
They're taking a SAW to my leg today!
Maybe if I sell a hundred books, I'll keep my leg, so please... buy my books!
... Right. Enough of that. Off to get my cast removed. Pictures later. Have a great day!
*Reads about fear based marketing. Ponders.*
*Ahem*
They're taking a SAW to my leg today!
Maybe if I sell a hundred books, I'll keep my leg, so please... buy my books!
... Right. Enough of that. Off to get my cast removed. Pictures later. Have a great day!
*reads about appealing to emotion to sell books. Ponders.*
*Sad violin plays in the distance*
*Ahem*
If only someone would buy a book today, I might gain the strength to call to our pet collie and let him know I am stuck in the well, so I might be rescued....
*reads about appealing to emotion to sell books. Ponders.*
*Sad violin plays in the distance*
*Ahem*
If only someone would buy a book today, I might gain the strength to call to our pet collie and let him know I am stuck in the well, so I might be rescued....
Tuesday, Chatterboxers, the day where we say . . .
The Stalker Chronicles are out in paperback!
Currently only on Amazon, but working on Draft2Digital and as soon as they're there, I'll let you know.
A fine Christmas gift for the fantasy reader in your life!
#newbooktuesday #buymybook #fantasynovel
Tuesday, Mastodonians, the day where we say . . .
The Stalker Chronicles are out in paperback!
Currently only on Amazon, but working on Draft2Digital and as soon as they're there, I'll let you know.
A fine Christmas gift for the fantasy reader in your life!
"The bees have started using giant telepresence robots to wander the neighborhood around the park. They're supposed to use them for pollination, but they get up to all sorts of mischief. They have a game trying to throw garbage cans high enough to reach the axis."
The characters in my play making fun of a Cole Porter tune:
OLYA: How are you all today?
SCAPE: Alright.
(Nicole & Grace act out each line)
NICOLE: I'm fresh as a daisy!
GRACE: Wait... Hard. Hard as a squash!
NICOLE: Fit as a worm-riddled...
SCAPE: Oyster?
NICOLE: Ostrich!
GRACE: Proud as a eyelash.
OLYA: We do have ostrich today, and it is certainly not worm-riddled!
NICOLE: Bright as a coalmine,
GRACE: Sly as a fiddle.
SCAPE: Ostrich? Really?
NICOLE: Shy as a stripper,
GRACE: Strong as a moth.
OLYA: I'm not swearing it's real ostrich, but you'd be hard-pressed to tell the difference.
NICOLE: Light as an anvil,
GRACE: Blind as an archer.
NICOLE: Mad as an analyst,
GRACE: Nervous as a brick.
SCAPE: Brick?
GRACE: Brick.
OLYA: Please just finish the song.
NICOLE: Sweet as a lemon,
GRACE: Pure as a cop.
SCAPE: HA!
OLYA: No editorials!
NICOLE: That means, Mister,
ALL FOUR: I'm in love!!!!
OLYA: A simple "fine" would suffice. And be quicker.
GRACE: You underestimate life, Olya.
OLYA: I do not ignore the important things in life.
GRACE: Not the important things. Just being alive. Breathing!
OLYA: You get used to it after a few decades.
SCAPE: Ouch.
NICOLE: I want to be you when I grow up.
OLYA: Do you want to eat, or shall I just throw you out?
NICOLE: Sorry, sorry. Mash and stammers please.
GRACE: I'll have the dead fish.
SCAPE: Whatever the fake ostrich dish is.
OLYA: Five minutes.
(Olya heads for kitchen)
PEOPLE!
My latest novel is out!!! Come party with me, and by party with me I mean #BUYMYBOOK. 😁
THE PRIESTESS MURDERS
a murder mystery set in my Light-Walkers Universe
https://books2read.com/b/bxRdoo
A sleepy town is thrown into turmoil by the brutal murder of a priestess and a promiscuous minstrel. The town's leaders are corrupt, the imperial Core's local agents are strangely evasive, and a village rife with secrets is ready to explode under the pressure....
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Wolves howling in four-part harmony.
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/i-dont-want-to-either-dave-fischer/1148505098
Erik Buchanan
Erik Buchanan who writes stuff
Dave Fischer
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