Oh No, More Damn Joe Stuff!

A random image from Behance, whose creator name I've lost. It makes me think of a back-alley market somewhere on Jorune. Maybe Ponteer. My thoughts want me to run away. Since I can't do that physically - can't walk, driving is limited without amputation (required after a few hours), or financially. So I have always run to other worlds through books, or radio theater, or role-playing games. Worlds that make more sense to me, where I would like to breathe and enjoy dishes made by alien cooks who use the flesh of creatures I could not have imagined. I want roast haunch of dothibider, or a bowl of Pilgrim pod with some friendly Dir Dir, or a spiced stew from boiled Ramian skull meat... And I go beyond the safari-fantasy of most men in our imaginative excursions into new alien landscapes. I go home with these people. Where do they wake up? Where do they find the vegetables to take home to their family for the evening meal and what is the smell of those distant bazaars. I...

I'm staying busy and it looks like juggling is about to result in several releases. My history has been mumbling in the background for months or years, juggling at least three projects at a time, and periodic explosions of deliveries. Cover of the new CLIMBING THE SPIRAL MOUNTAIN Most of these new appearances are driven by new release through Kindle—mobi editions for eReaders—plus the attendant new access to print books for Amazon readers, which will translate into new ebook editions for AppleBooks (formerly iBooks). So what? What has to be different is my approach to letting the world know the books are there, what is in them, what value they may have. I have to blow my own horn and I have never been good with that. I'm trying to learn. I have downloaded and am reading the "free" books on the ways to kill it on Amazon sales lists, the free book giveaways, the discounts, the paid ads on FaceBook and other social media (which is a problem, because FaceBook i...

The New Edition's cover. It is a novel. It is not science fiction or fantasy or detective novel, but - a novel. About a guy. Trying to find a life. And having dreams. The book is CLIMBING THE SPIRAL MOUNTAIN. The people who have read it seem to enjoy it, too. I go into my own work from time to time to give the same test I give any other novel I might pick up. I turn to a random page and read. If that page is good, I might read more. I will probably buy it. So far I have passed my own test. Repeatedly. For the six years. Always nice. But I live in a time when everything thinks they can write a book and deserve praise for what they do. I would like for some people to benefit from reading it. It is very much about the here and now. And facing your worst discoveries about yourself. It is all true, but not autobiographical. I'm doing fresh editions of my book and it should translate cleanly onto Kindle (where it has not appeared to date). There are a few corrections, m...