WALKING DEAD recap up, plus #SilerSaturday

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The last SEARCHING FOR MALUMBA post for a minute

IMG_2872First, two small announcements, one of which Twitter got yesterday:  the final cover price from Amazon will be $15.95, which is all of 30 cents above the minimum they’d let me charge for the book.  It’s a bit higher than I wanted, but the book’s pushing 500 pages and over 115,000 words, so at least you’re getting some material for the money.  Ebook cost will be my typical $4.95.

Second: while CreateSpace still doesn’t do pre-orders, barring some sort of shipping-related disaster, the print edition will be available day and date with the ebook edition on October 27th.   Right now they’re telling me I’ll get my proof next Wednesday, which should be plenty of time for me to find and fix any errors and have the book ready for release.

Finally, a request: if anybody wants to help me out with publicity– interviews, guest posts, anything like that– get in touch with me, either by leaving a comment or by emailing me.  I’ve got a thing or two lined up but more is always great.

And now I’ll shut up about my stupid little book for a few days.  I promise.  🙂

Aaaaand it’s done

SEARCHING FOR MALUMBA is done in print and as an ebook, ready to go.  I’m waiting on my proof copy of the print version, which could screw up my timing, but it’s all done.

Two short stories to write in what’s left of October, then back to STARLIGHT.  Or maybe it’s called SUNLIGHT now. I’m not sure.

DIE HUEY DIE

I know that unwelcome or unwanted thoughts are a symptom of a number of mental illnesses.  Does spending half the night begging Huey Lewis and the News to shut the fuck up about the power of love count?

Also, I could feel my heartbeat in my legs.

PRODUCTIVITY!

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I went to bed Monday night around 11:00 PM.  Maybe a bit before; that’s probably around when I fell asleep.  I got up at 6:20, normal time, went to take a piss– which is also normal– and the world went away, which is not normal.  I went back to bed and spent a solid 20 minutes shivering despite the presence of wifely body heat, an extra blanket, and a fricking heating pad turned up to full power, and at that point it became real clear that I wasn’t going to work.  Again.

I’ve missed, at this point, 10 of the last 13 days of school.  I proceeded to sleep until 4:30, when my wife and son got home, got up until around 10, then went back to sleep, meaning that I got eighteen and a half hours of sleep yesterday.

Not normal.

I didn’t go to work today either, because when you sleep 18 1/2 hours on Tuesday, you don’t go to work on Wednesday, because who the hell knows what could happen if you go to work.

Last night, I didn’t take my Lexapro, because fuck it, that’s why.  And would you like to know what I got done today?  I got the ebook edition of Searching for Malumba finished with the possible exception of a couple of edits if my wife demands them, the entire print edition ready to go from scratch, and the cover, from start to finish.  This is, in case you’re wondering, more productivity in about six hours than in the entire three weeks that I was on Lexapro.

Fuck Lexapro, is what I’m getting at here.

I haven’t wanted to/been able to do anything other than sleep for the last three weeks, and the intermittent bouts of insane dizziness haven’t helped with anything either.  I had an episode last week that was attributed to dehydration despite the fact that I drink enormous amounts of water and I piss like a racehorse to prove it.  I’m at the point where the anxiety was better than not being able to do anything, and I cannot afford to keep missing work like this– in the most literal sense imaginable, since I’d run out of sick days before this week’s nonsense.

I haven’t decided yet if I’m going to ask my doctor to find me something else to take or if I’m just going to go with the non-medication suggestions my therapist made.  One way or another, I’m not dealing with Lexapro any longer.  It’s not worth it.

(But hey!  Searching for Malumba is coming out on time after all!  I was seriously starting to worry about that!  Pre-order it, dammit, and reward my productivity!)

REBLOG: Five Rules For The Jackholes Trying To Ruin Halloween

As someone who lives in one of those neighborhoods that kids get brought to… yes, this.

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Can we not suck the fun out of Halloween?

Can we have one day? One day where it’s just about having fun and there are no guidelines or parameters or judgement or rules?

I’ve been hearing plenty of grumbling on both mainstream and social media. Things that annoy people about Halloween. “Rules” for trick or treating.

There’s been an abundance of people who seem to have a stick up their candy bowl.

They have been lamenting the kids who trample their grass, don’t ask politely for candy. The ones who take the candy and don’t say thank you. People who wonder at the wisdom of giving candy when more kids are overweight. Remember the lady who handed out fat shaming letters to trick or treaters? And there are people who think it’s their job to determine how old is too old for trick or treating.

As a public service and…

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I’ll just leave this here

The article doesn’t say “Dyson sphere,” and the whole idea is ridiculous, but holy shit they found a Dyson sphere.

In which I should be working or in bed or maybe working in bed, I dunno

1469310173370923556I didn’t sleep well last night.  I don’t say that as an intro to discussing my physical or mental health, just noting that I’m tired– y’know, like anybody might be.  I’ve been sitting in my living room either staring glassily at my computer or trying to get minor things done and so far have managed a few sentences of fiction and not much else.  I can’t go anywhere on the Internet because I know there are Walking Dead spoilers out there waiting for me and I won’t be able to watch last night’s episode for another three hours or so.  If I’m still awake.

(Realizes he hasn’t actually bought this season of TWD; fixes that problem.)

(Writes a paragraph, deletes it.)

I may need a nap.