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Realm of the InterNutter

Thoughts, stories and ideas.

Dear Followers:

I can’t help noticing that none of you are reblogging my own sad attempts at marketing this wonderful new book of mine:

Available soon in all good eBook stores everywhere. As soon as Smashwords approves it for Premium distribution.

So there’s a pic and a link for you. Feel free to create your own shill. Just try to avoid spoilers. Y'all want to win the attentions of new readers without giving the whole thing away.

ALSO:

I am looking for bilingual or multilingual folks willing to translate the whole darn trilogy into other languages, so that all folks all over the world can read my story.

If you want to translate the short stories as well, that’s a bonus as far as I’m concerned.

But I also have no idea how to share things out, etc.

Halp

Death and Ding-Dong Ditchers

Don’t knock on death’s door. Ring the bell and run. He hates that.

Bonus points if you have Death be somewhat Pratchettian. – RecklessPrudence

(#00297)

“What is this? Another bubble-reality? Why is everything shades of black?”

“Aw fook,” growled Shayde. “This isnae a bubble. It’s a pocket.”

“There are pocket realities?”

“Aye, where d'ye think I keep all me shit?”

Rael glared at her. “Seriously.

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It’s up! ...and 49 of you wonderful people have already found it with barely a peep of an announce! Thankyou! Now is the time to get...

It’s up!

…and 49 of you wonderful people have already found it with barely a peep of an announce! Thankyou!

Now is the time to get it and share it like it’s infectious. I am just about to spam the living snot out of it on twitter. I may even send a few asks to folks I’m cyberstalking following here on Tumblr.

I’m so nervouscited! EEEEEEE!

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ONE MORE DAY [violently refrains from doing a Les Mis filk] The masters showed her a map - a better one than they had for running her...

ONE MORE DAY

[violently refrains from doing a Les Mis filk]

The masters showed her a map - a better one than they had for running her through ore processing - and clipped a cable-holding thing into her harness. Sahra almost jumped into the tunnels, going as fast as she could until she got to a crossway and then, very quickly, bundling up some loops to hold in her less-useful hand. They wouldn’t yank her backwards so easy, this way.

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Found this somewhere.

I know you can’t drink most alcohol, and I’m leery of too much of the stuff myself - but I can’t help but like this quote:

I ran screaming out of adolescence, and when I hit the border somebody gave me the legal right to drink. It’s all just finely tuned memory loss since then. – RecklessPrudence

(#00296)

“And why can’t such a fine lady as yourself go out dancing with

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Dear Beta-Readers

Yes, I’m talking to you.

I have sent out an email with the details to acquire Book 2.

If you do not receive this email, please send me a message ASAP and we’ll try to work something out.

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The whole set

Since submitting those corallaries scavenged from around the net, I find it interesting to contemplate what you could do with the whole, original, set.

You probably know them already, but just in case, Clarke’s Laws:

  1. When a distinguished but elderly scientist states that something is possible, he is almost certainly right. When he states that something is impossible, he is very probably wrong.
  2. The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past
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TWO MORE DAYS Sahra didn’t know why they were sending rats through blowed-up tunnels, but she reasoned she’d at least get good...

TWO MORE DAYS

Sahra didn’t know why they were sending rats through blowed-up tunnels, but she reasoned she’d at least get good pickings. Even mass credit would be good. Lots of loose bits.

They had her going real close to ore processing, and strapped some other stuff to her head.

“…ore should be cool enough to approach,” said one supervisor.

“I almost feel sorry for these dumb animals.” said another.

“Do you

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I'm doing the last edit...

…of Hevun’s Rebel, today.
(Help me)

Thanks to all the Beta Readers who got back to me :)
(I’m so scared)

By tonight, everything should be lined up for publication.
(OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG…)

And this is just part one of the biggest gamble of my life.
(asdfghjkl I can’t even)

The worst part to date is that hardly anyone has signal-boosted my attempts at advertising :(
(WTF is going wrong?)

At this moment, giddy excitement and self-depreciating depression

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If you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

robinofleylines:

When I’m not in a funk about what a horrible writer I am, I actually think this is a good thing.  The instant a person starts thinking they have nothing to improve, that they’ve finished growing, they stop looking for ways to improve.  They stop getting better.  In fact, this is usually the time their work starts to go downhill.

…Of course, when I’m actually in the “Oh God I’m so horrible at this why does anyone

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THREE MORE DAYS The supervisor’s empty claws poked her in the ribs, squeezed an arm, and finally turned Sahra’s head this way...

THREE MORE DAYS

The supervisor’s empty claws poked her in the ribs, squeezed an arm, and finally turned Sahra’s head this way and that. “Always thought the really pale ones were dangerously inbred…” she murmured. She hissed between her pointy teeth. A noise of disappointment.

October 29

Spread the word

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