Who'd a hunk it? A shared world weird western anthology. What'll they think of next? Yep, we are talking about Tales From Dry Gulch, a new anthology edited by me. It's available now from Amazon. The ebook is expected in about two weeks.
Contributing authors were given a list of stock characters. They had to use at least one and could choose from Wendy Washer, the saloon owner, or Henry Steelman, the town drunk, to name a few.. The cover comes from Sam Knight who also contributes a story. So, order your copy today. Then you can saddle up and take a ride out to Dry Gulch.
Saturday, August 17, 2019
Thursday, August 15, 2019
I've worn many hats as I've published stuff over the years. There's my author hat because I've written a whole ton of short stories and seven novels. And my editor hat because I've edited a whole bunch of anthologies plus 14 issues of Science Fiction Trails magazine. I've also been publisher of some of these things, particularly Science Fiction Trails. But most people don't know that 've also worn an art director hat. I've bought a lot of the cover art in all these things I've been publisher for.
Well, Science fiction Trails Publishing has been putting together a new anthology called Tales From Dry Gulch. The thing went together quite well, so when I was wearing my editor hat I was happy. But, put on the art director hat and just sigh. Over the years, I've had so much trouble with artists. This project was no exception. The first artist delivered a caver. For the first time ever, I was forced to reject the cover. It looked like the artist really phoned it in. There two men on a porch. It looked like clip art that had been slapped down in a couple of minutes. And they appeared to be looking at a shower curtain on the porch. That was it. Plus the buildings were all purple for some inexplicable reason. I gather the shower curtain was some sort of ghost. Well, two guys standing on a porch next to some ghost, in itself was pathetic. I showed it to three other people. They all thought it was a shower curtain on a porch.
The next artist, like all my art assignments, agreed to the deadline. Well, the deadline came and went with no cover. Alas, not being in a forgiving mood, I informed the artist he need no bother and hired a third artist. That artist delivered what I wanted in two days.
Sure, writers are a pain to work with. But I'll take writers any day over artists. Nothing causes me more grief than working with artists in publishing land.
Wednesday, August 14, 2019
I've got this big old ugly bush in my front yard. I've never really liked it, but it doesn't hurt anything. but it desperately needs trimming. Between the fact it's been well over 100 degrees and I've been nursing a bad back, this has not been something I really wanted to take on. But, that's the goal for today--to trim the bush.
Tuesday, August 13, 2019
Monday, August 12, 2019
Sunday, August 11, 2019
There's nothing like back pain to make you say Howdy. My back has been killing me. I don't know what I did to upset things. I don't have a history of back problems. In fact, such pain is quite unusual. Therefore, I'm somewhat bewildered as to what to do about it. But I write this blog entry at 3 am because I sleep and am completely miserable. And, thanks to the people abusing opioids, doctors no longer give out pain medicine, so there is little point in venturing off and seeking medical help. Although I doubt it.