January 21 / Scribbling
September 17 / Complete Wastes of Time

Well. That was a good time.

Granted, it was probably not smart of me to plan a book launch, a tour stop, and then decide to, you know, pack up and move eleven hundred miles in between these two events. But, that’s how it all worked out. I threw the book launch for Windswept on one Sunday, drove my family to Seattle the following morning, then had a Welcome-To-Seattle-Please-Buy-My-Book party the following Sunday. I think everyone had a great time, but I wouldn’t recommend this tactic for your book launch, Dear Reader.

Read the Post Two Cities, Seven Days, Too Much Fun

In the world of Windswept, people sign long contracts with conglomerates to become Indentures. Part of that contract is that you have a tattoo on your cheek denoting your field of expertise. These tattoos are fashionable, flattering, and they hurt like hell when applied.

When people Breach their Indenture and sign up with the Universal Freelancer’s Union, they get another tattoo, one of the Union’s logo, a clenched fist. It’s a reminder that an injury to one is an injury to all, and that all will pound the bejeezus out of anyone who starts something.

Read the Post Look for the Union Label…right on your face.