Cover Reveals and Other Such Newses

Before I sit down to work on another comic page (yep, that’s right. I’ve got the world straight again… for who knows how long.), I wanted to share two items that have landed in the new publishing house store, Wôks Print.

Let’s start with the new rising star of the Writers of the Apocalypse: Leslie Fish. If you don’t know who she is, then shame on you. Shame. On. You. (aghast gasp of gaspiness) I mean, duuUuuuh, she’s only the most famous folk music filker since, like… EVER. I was listening to this woman’s music before I knew her name, and I had no idea I liked her style. I’m not normally a fan of anyone (although Stephen Amell has my attention right now, and not because of his abs), but if I had to choose someone to admire by bullet I’d probably pick her. Her music is great. And best part, she writes.  She writes and she wanted us to publish her.

How’s that for an Apocalyptic start, eh? I always knew everyone around me was destined for greatness.

So the first thing to go up in her name is a short story she had put out before, ‘Revocare’. I had bought it a few years ago, and I enjoyed it. (And if you know me, I rarely enjoy anything for longer than a few minutes.) Being able to put it out has been a thrill. I don’t care what the other publishers say about avoiding previously published work. ‘Revocare’ is here to stay. Which means it got a new cover. (See? Over there!)

It’s so fiery and hot and using fire and red and orange and fiery.

If you haven’t read ‘Revocare’, now is your chance.

After I got ‘Revocare’ cared for =^-^=, I turned my attention to another one of my own projects, It’s Never Romantic to Wash the Dishes. Now I dislike redoing my old stuff because of all the authors I’ve redone covers for that can’t seem to move on enough to write new stuff. I don’t want to get into that kind of a rut. So when I redid Dishes, I added a new story to it.

The story is entitled, ‘For Fear of Breaking Hearts’, and it’s a true story about bees. If you get it, and you read it, I ask you to tell me what you thought.

See the new cover? See? See? See? I drew it myself. Hurk.

Speaking of bees, when it comes to revamping things I only have one project left… and that would be The Page of Cups. There’s not much I can do with that book, but I am combing it to make sure it’s clear and makes sense. Both it and Dishes will be set up for international distribution to such places as Barnes and Noble for the first time ever. Spiffy.

If you don’t know I’ve been working on turning ‘Only the Innocent’ into an audiobook, you do now. As I mentioned, the sample the voice actor gave me sent me into excited waves of crazy. I have decided to hold a small Fundraiser to bring more funds to the audiobook project. I want to give the voice actor a bonus! If you’re interested, you can go to Kickstarter and look for Only the Innocent – or you can ask me for the link here.

I think that’s about it for news at this time. So I’m gonna go… draw pictures and watch this new K-drama I found last night. Spiffy.



I have this other blog. Okay, I have lots of blogs, but I have this other very important blog: If you can’t tell by the title, it’s one of those official-sounding work blogs that deals with work. Very official.

I put up an update to it today and saw, to my surprise, it has 733 followers.

Subsequently, my thoughts for this blog were momentarily derailed. 733 followers! Who’d have thunk people liked it when I get serious.

But I’m not here to talk about 733 followers – all of which may or may not actually read the blog they’re following. No, my lone reader on these particular pages in the internet sphere, I’m here to tell you briefly about the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest.

It seems to me I’ve seen this contest before, but perhaps I didn’t pay attention. Fate is a funny old lady most days, and she’s patient to boot. Circumstances brought me back to this contest again, only this time I was in the right frame of mind to receive the information.

I can sum it up using their premise sum up: “It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.” — Edward George Bulwer-Lytton, Paul Clifford (1830)

I can also tell you what it is. It’s a contest in which you write monstrous lines like the one above. The theme of your monstrosity line is based on literary prose genre. The point to it: That it be the first line to probably the worst book ever to be picked up by your unworthy hands. The opening sentences people enter into the contest tend to be pretty punny, and clever. If you don’t have half a brain, I don’t recommend you give it a try.

I have decided I do not have enough brain to try.

Well maybe I will in the future.

Check it out, if you dare: