About a decade ago I was searching for something that the Wookie and I could do for our anniversary – something a bit different. And legal. At least in Pennsylvania.
It was a delight to find the Origins Game Fair only a few hours away in Columbus, Ohio. We made a few preliminary one-day blitzes to see if it was to our liking and as time went on, made it a yearly trip with a hotel stay and everything.
We’re both gamers, to a degree – I cut my teeth on 1st Ed. AD&D and went on to enjoy Battletech, Wings of War/Glory, etc. He’s been an RPG boy from practically birth and loves Heroclix, Pathfinder and Memoir ’44 so we really look forward to every year’s trip.
But this year is different – I’ve been lucky enough to be included in the Library Track, the fast-growing area dedicated to authors both in and outside of the gaming field.
I’ll be on the “Tradition!” panel, the “Building Your World” panel on Friday and the “Flash Us, Part 2″ panel on Saturday. And when I’m not getting soundly thomped by a ten-year old in various games, I’ll be at my table in the Library area inside the Dealers’ Hall offering print copies of “Blaze of Glory” and “Wild Cards and Iron Horses” along with discount coupons for “Blood of The Pride”!
So if you’re going to be in the area at the end of the month and looking to get some faboo gaming time in along with a great dealers’ room… and, oh, yes – some fantastic writing seminars with the likes of Mike Stackpole and others, drop on by and say hello!
While I was up in Canada last month visiting my sick mother I made a quick trip into Toronto and to my fav hangout – the World’s Biggest Bookstore. If you’ve never been there… well, you’ve missed out on one of the great wonders of the world. It’s a beautifully stocked monster bookstore with almost everything you can imagine. I spent many an hour there when I lived in Toronto browsing the shelves and just wallowing in all of the literary goodness.
And I saw this:
Now, I’d already been told by the wonderful Jessica Strider that she’d shelved some copies of both “Blaze of Glory” and “Wild Cards and Iron Horses” but I wasn’t prepared to actually SEE them on the shelves. Not to mention getting to sign them and watch the staff slap the “Autographed by Author” sticker on them. Again, my thanks to Jessica and the great staff for making an old broad’s day!
I can now die a happy woman. If nothing else I’ve managed to get on the shelves of my hometown dream bookstore. What’s better than that?
(Okay, more money would help. Did I mention I’ve finished and submitted the sequel to “Blood of the Pride”?)
It’s been a while since we visited my twisted version of the Old West with “Wild Cards and Iron Horses”…
I won’t bore you with all the details on what makes it different from our history but let’s just say that there are some constants that exist in all worlds with all people.
“Paid? You want to be paid?” The familiar voice startled the two mechanics. Sam spun around, still holding the device. The coarse paper sprawled over her hands, stretching almost to the ground as the exposed prosthetic gleamed in the light.
Victor Morton stood in the open doorway, a grim look on his face.
“Wild Cards and Iron Horses” is available in paperback and ebook at your favorite online bookstore!
Start off the New Year by heading into the past… or the future past, depending on how you look at it!
From “Wild Cards and Iron Horses” :
“I like women just fine, thank you very much. But I like them to know their place. Not right having them fixing things up, doing a man’s work.” His eyes narrowed as he stared at Jon. “Too much of a chance of them getting hurt. Killed.”
And a bit of trivia – the original title for this manuscript was “Spring Cleaning” but my most excellent editor, Sasha Knight at Samhain, asked for a new one.
At the time my husband and I were in the middle of a snowmageddon, having lost electrical power and having to abandon our house after three days to go to a hotel where I stalked the free internet waiting for news about this manuscript. Between trips back and forth to visit my poor cat and watch the house I came up with this new title – and I think it worked out pretty well!
Tired of these newfangled iPods and iPads messing up your lives?
Why not take a quick trip back to when men were men, women were women and iron horses were… iron horses!
And here was a woman who didn’t seem to care how she looked, who dressed for comfort and efficiency at her chosen line of work, and who didn’t look to a man for approval. Maybe she slept in her leather coat, curled up with the scent of sweat and machine oil after a hard day’s work. Maybe she slept in one of those long nightshirts he had seen in the various catalogues, long and flowing and made of silk. Or perhaps nothing at all.
He yawned. Better that he not go back to sleep with these types of thoughts.
Today we’re riding off into the sunset with Six Sentences from my steampunk romance, “Wild Cards and Iron Horses“, now available in print and ebook form!
Her nimble fingers pulled the tie free of his stiff collar. It arced into the air, landing on the stone floor within inches of a pool of oil. She continued to pry the buttons open on his waistcoat and then set out to work on the shirt underneath. Her short and ragged nails scraped against his skin, sending another rush of sensations through his body as he fumbled for some sort of sane reaction to this insane behavior.
“Miss Weatherly.” Jonathan leapt back, his good hand flying up to pull the fabric out of those slender prying digits that threatened to destroy what inner willpower he had left.