The wait is finally over, my friends. Book Five of the Vinestead Anthology, Hybrid Mechanics, is now available for purchase at Amazon or by PayPal-ing me $400. Why $400? Well, because in addition to the book, you get a signed 8×10 glossy of yours truly, one of my socks, a handwritten note about your beauty, a USB drive containing MIDI music from 1998, and a copy of The Bhagavad Gita, marked up with my own personal notes and corrections.
Shopping for a graphics card isn’t all that hard. Step 1: wait for a new version of Far Cry to come out. Step 2: Go to Amazon and buy the best card you can get for $350. Step 3: Turn up your graphics settings from Med to *gasp* High! And that’s it. Now you’ve spent $350 and can enjoy moderately better graphics! What a time to be alive….
When I turned 29, I thought to myself, this is the last year of my relevance. And I still believe that, though it’s less that I’m not relevant to the world but that the world is less relevant to me. Since 30, I’ve been less plugged into the zeitgeist, such that you won’t see me vaping, or dabbing, or listening to Bruno Mars or whatever the balls mumble rap is. It’s been nice, for the most part, to unplug from popular culture. But here we are 10 years later, and I’m thinking to myself, this is the last year before obsolescence.
From now until release day, you can enter to win a Kindle copy of my latest cyber-thriller, Hybrid Mechanics. This will be the only time you’ll be able to get this book for free for a few years, unless you purchase the print version and get the Kindle version through MatchBook, or unless you send me and email and persuade me with your tale of woe to send you a free copy. Either way, enter to win, boost my numbers, and hopefully we’ll all have a wonderful April 8th.
Hello! I’ve decided to separate my awesome photos of my son, El Matador, from my obvious attempts to sell you my books. To that end, if you want to see pics and videos related to the Vinestead Universe, follow me @danielverastiqui. I’m looking to post short videos chronicling the release of Hybrid Mechanics and the drafting of Book 6, tentatively titled Brigham Plaza, all while shamelessly coercing you to purchase my books.
I recorded a video wherein I drive and ramble about the role of self-doubt in a writer’s life. TL;DR, it has no role. But you knew that, didn’t you?
February 19, 2020
Raylene Kim for Lincoln Continental, Umbra, California
I ran into an old friend earlier this week, and after we’d caught up, I asked him for his email address so we could stay in touch. When he told me it was firstname.lastname@example.org (not his actual address), I thought it was some kind of joke. I pressed him on why he wasn’t using his full name with a reputable email provider, and he replied with a question: when did it become uncool to remain anonymous?
In a moment of panic, the overloaded server, unable to tell Danny from Tanzy, striped their bits in an alternating sequence in a single location, such that for a brief, wonderful cpu cycle, Danny felt closer to Tanzy than all the matter in the universe seconds before the big bang. He smelled her perfume, felt the memory of her tattoos climbing her legs, and somehow, like a second conscience, heard the soft, childlike voice of Cleo pitch to shrill alarm as she tried to warn of some ill-defined danger in a nearby construct, one close enough to swallow the echoes of her screams.
He was a cool dude and had great taste in books. You wouldn’t have known it by looking at him, but Obama loved the Science Fiction. If he were still President, he would shut down the government until Hybrid Mechanics is released.
Thanks to my boy Scott for capturing this candid shot of the former Pres.
One of the best things about Stephen King’s On Writing is the way he breaks down scenes and tells you how they were constructed. Being told not to use adverbs is great and all, but really getting into the mind of a good writer and seeing the process behind the art can be an invaluable experience. That is why, when I stumbled upon this article, The Philosophy of Composition by Edgar Allen Poe, in which he breaks down the construction of one the greatest poems ever written, I stopped what I was doing and read it through completely. Twice.