Friday, April 17, 2015

Airship adventure

Well, my story collection Airship Stories is now available.  It leads off with a steampunk novella called "Wandering About" which features the airship Wanderer of the United States Naval Air Corps.  Folks also get three more stories and an essay on the very real Great Airship of 1897.   It's currently available as an ebook on Kindle & Nook. It likely will appear on other venues as well.  Alas, there are no current plans for a print copy.  

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Villains & Heroes.

I wrote two short stories yesterday.  Both were decently long.  I haven't been that productive in a long time.  Not bad for somebody who's seriously considering quitting writing. And, I'm using a new character.  I haven't used a new character in ages.  Of course the proof is in the pudding, as they say.Folks may hate them.

Even though I've created a new character, I'm using an old villain.  I've brought back Ah Puch, the Mayan god of death.  We go back. He was the villain in The Two Devils, The Devil's Due & The Dust Devil.   [all three books are reprinted in The Devil Draws Two.]  I love this guy. He's simply a wonderful villain. More news if I find a home for them.

Sunday, April 12, 2015


Anyone tried to buy ink or toner for their printer lately? Ouch!  I really feel gouged.  And it doesn't seem to matter what company you bought your printer from.  They all gouge you on ink.  I've been trying to find a printer that uses less expensive ink and concluded there aren't any.  The refill companies, well they're a little cheaper but I've had about a 50% problem rate with those, so I have become reluctant to use them.  I guess the only solution is simply don't print stuff out.  That's what I'm going to try.  I think I'll go back to hand written envelopes and labels.  Either that or get an octopus.  I don't know if their ink works well for a printer, but maybe it should be looked into. 

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Weird Westerns

People lump me into the weird western category as a matter habit these days, in spite of the fact that only about 20% of the crap I write are WW stories.  However, I like the genre and take no exception with the label.  But one thing I don't often talk about is the fact other weird western writers have a vendetta against me.  Seriously, I've been blasted a lot by other people in the genre and I have the podcasts to prove it.  My crime is not that I suck as a writer (though that may be the case).  My offense is the stuff I write, and especially the stuff I publish, is not dark enough.   

And that still seems to be the case.  I've been given a rather rude snub by a con this week and an even ruder snub by a WW anthology.  Screw 'em.  I'll do what I do and they can kiss my ass.  But I do find it interesting that there really is a mindset that wants to keep people out of the field on such a ridiculous and silly level.  But that's the petty little world of genre fiction and the cons affiliated with them.  

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Haunted Hotels

It's no secret I have a certain interest in haunted hotels.  I've even worked in a few.  However, while some hotels embrace their hauntedness, most do not.  That was why I gave up a few years back when I wanted to do a book on haunted hotels.  Most hotel managers hung up on me.  These are hotels that aren't all that famous for being haunted and seemed to want to keep it that way.  

Still, it's interesting when somebody mentions a certain hotel and I blurt out "it;s haunted."  That leaves folks wondering, until I start reciting details about why it's haunted.  So, that said, what makes a hotel haunted?  The one I work at has creepy noises, doors opening by themselves, loud footsteps in hallways and never anyone there, and disembodied voices.  On the other hand, the one in Wyoming I used to work at had full bodied apparitions and people getting touched and all sort of creepies.  Sometimes it's not if they're haunted, but rather how much they're haunted.  

I'd like to visit more haunted hotels, but just don't have the travel budget right now to do it.  Bucket list--absolutely.

Sunday, April 5, 2015


I don't know if they still make snowballs over at Hostess.  We certainly don't see them in the local stores.  A while back Hostess fell on hard times and I don't think they've ever really recovered. I see Twinkees, but never snowballs.  The reason I mention them today is I was wondering what color they'd be for Easter.   I always thought they were geniuses with this product as the usual pink product would change color at certain times of the year.  They'd be green around St. Patrick's Day and orange at Halloween.  And every time they'd change color, I'd buy some.  It worked really well at getting me to make a purchase.  Alas, since I don't find them in stores anymore, I don't know what color they are or even if they still make them.  Too bad, really, as I kind of liked those gooey little bundles of sugar


Friday, April 3, 2015

The Great Sprite Conspiracy

A few odd things this week have me completely baffled.  I'm calling it the great Sprite conspiracy. First off, I went into a Chinese restaurant for lunch. I ordered iced tea, which I've had before there.  I was baffled when the waitress brought me Sprite.  When I told her I didn't order that, it appeared she spoke no English whatsoever.  This was a little more Chinese experience than I was seeking.  Since I couldn't get her to bring me my iced tea, I got up and walked out of the restaurant in disgust.  

Then, a few days later I tried to have lunch at a local diner type place.  I was informed they were out of iced tea and they offered me Sprite. "I don't want any Sprite. Do you have Coke?"  Well, I was told they were out of Coke.  I settled, reluctantly, on Mr. Pibb.  And, as I are my lunch, I noticed others in the restaurant ordering and getting Coke. Why did I get such a low tip? The waitress is likely wondering.  I shouldn't have tipped her at all, but I might go back there some day.  

So, I went to the grocery store.  They had Sprite on sale.  I didn't buy any.  But it gets better.  On my way to work, I stopped off at a convenience store and tried to purchase a beverage.  You know, the fountain variety that are often fairly cheap and have different amounts of gulps you can buy.  Well, there was no iced tea.  And then I discovered, nothing came out of any of the options but Sprite.  "I don't want Sprite, goddam it!"  I said aloud. I left the store without buying anything.  

I don't like Sprite.  .