Is it Friday already? Woo, this week flew by, y’all. At least for me.
So, how are y’all doing?
Okay, enough about you. How about we talk about Max Rage: Intergalactic Badass! Check the cover below! Click the cover below! Buy the book!
Also, I dropped a new video in my YouTube Writing Advice series. Check it out!
What else? Hmmm, oh, yes, tonight’s drabble!
“Huh? Hand me that saw.”
“Mungo Jerry. That’s the guy that sang Summertime.”
“Pretty sure Summertime was from Porgy and Bess. Hand me the saw, dude.”
“Here. Porgy and Bess? What the hell is that?”
“Cute. Need that length of chain there, too. No. Yeah, that one.”
“That’s a lot of blood.”
“Yeah, my bad.”
“In The Summertime! That’s the name. Is the Gershwin one that Janice Joplin song, too?”
“Yeah. What’s the other one? Screwdriver.”
“Here. You know. Some sixties song where he goes da doo dah dah a bunch.”
“Right. I like that one.”
Disclaimer: No one ignores Max Rage!
Happy Friday, y’all!
Time for another edition of the Friday Night Drabble Party! Huzzah!
But, before we get into the 100 words of greatness, how about you check out the brand spanking new audiobook edition of The Flipside? DO IT! CHECK IT OUT!
Get yourself to The Flipside!
Now, on with the drabble!
Dash ignored the man shaking the tattered paper cup up at him from the sidewalk. Lawrence paused and dropped some change in the cup. Dash waited until they’d walked a few yards away before turning to glare at Lawrence.
“Why’d you do that? Don’t encourage the bums,” Dash said.
“Bum? Oh, that’s Michael Namath. You know, the famous writer?” Lawrence replied.
“What? Him? He looks homeless,” Dash said, glancing back over his shoulder at the disheveled man, cup still held up for those that cared.
“Oh, he is homeless. He’s a writer,” Lawrence replied. “So, I’m thinking sushi for lunch.”
Disclaimer: The Flipside in your earholes!
Time for some summer fun! While you read this, I’m roasting chestnuts on an open fire and hanging the stockings with care. …what? Oh, right…. wrong script. Gimme a sec.
*checks notes on seasons*
Okay, got it.
Watermelon! Swimming holes! Sunburns! Cornhole (It’s a game. Look it up.)! Hot dogs and hangin’ with friends! BEER!
Phew. I’m exhausted after all that summer fun listing.
How about I talk about cool stuff that dropped this week? OKAY!
There’s a new episode of Writing In Suburbia! I interviewed New York Times Bestselling author Beth Revis!
And, since we’re on the subject of writing advice, I now have a series of videos on YouTube! Check them out too!
Now, how about we get on with the drabble? Huzzah!
Edgar fidgeted, nearly dropping the snub nose .38 he held in his shaking, sweaty hands. The night was incredibly humid, even for the rainy season, and he was having a hard time keeping the car’s windows from steaming up so he could see the apartment building’s front door.
“This is for them,” he whispered in the dark car. “You do this for them.”
The apartment door opened, but Edgar couldn’t see who was coming out. He chanced it and slowly opened the car door. The person froze on the steps. Edgar jumped out, raised the revolver, and fired.
Disclaimer: Go get some advice!
Yay! Finally another episode of Writing In Suburbia!
May was a cooky kind of month and I really needed to keep my head down and write, write, write. Plus life is life and all that jazz.
So, in this episode, I bring you Beth Revis! Beth is a New York Times Bestselling author of YA fiction, including the Star Wars novel Rebel Rising, as well as the author of the Paper Hearts series of how-to books on being a professional writer. Website is below so get to the clicking!
Also, racists suck. Listen to the episode to find out why (in general, you should already know why).
Enjoy the show!
Find out more about Beth at bethrevis.com
Books and stuffs mentioned:
Theme music: “Whiskey on the Mississippi” Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License
Well, folks, it was bound to happen– I got my first racist review on Amazon. Yep.
Why is it racist? Because The Flipside contains pretty much zero politics. But the main characters are all people of color. So, this guy’s issue is that “non-white” (I’m using air quotes there) men and women are taking all the science fiction lead character jobs from hard working white folk.
Sweet bloody Hell…
Anyhoo, screw that guy, right?
How about some good news? Blood Ghast Blues is out in audiobook! BAM!
Now, let’s have ourselves some Drabble fun! Oh, and I did have fun writing this one!
Hugh sat at his computer, eyes squinting at the screen as the darkness of the basement enveloped him. He smiled as he typed, knowing he would make a difference in the War.
Hugh reread his manifesto over and over again. His finger hovered over the “enter” button on his keyboard.
“MOM!” Hugh called, not bothering to look at the stairs. “I NEED MORE CAPRI SUN!”
“Okay, Hughey!” his mother called back from upstairs. “Cookies, too?”
“OF COURSE I WANT COOKIES!”
Hugh pressed enter. The book review he’d just left would make him a hero, he knew it in his heart.
Disclaimer: Careful or you might catch SOCIAL JUSTICE WARRIOR NONSENSE!