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cyberpunk

Flashes from the Verse: The Ghost of Shoalwood Avenue

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The email was from Daemon78756. The subject was Anomaly, and the message body contained nothing but an address. Scott selected the address—2811 Shoalwood Ave—and pasted it into Mapquest. A few seconds later, he had a rough idea where in Austin he needed to go. He clicked on Directions, entered the address of his trailer, and printed out the turn-by-turn to get him to his destination.

Merry Christmas. I got you a book.

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A little elf told me you've been very good this year. You washed your hands. You wore your mask. You kept six feet away from strangers. There is only one gift that can repay such good behavior: a pulse-pounding gut-rattling dystopian cyber-thriller novel written by a mildly Hispanic child of the 80s who maybe stole too much from Neuromancer and Altered Carbon.

You Can Get a Book for a Buck on Cyberpunk Monday

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It's that wonderful time of year again when millions of Americans wash their hands, put on their masks, and sit down at their computers to shop during work hours. And while there are many deals to take advantage of today, none are as earth-shattering, bang-for-your-buck, undeniable ROI, shatter your worldview, or mutually beneficial as a purchase of one or many of the Vinestead Anthology books...

Flashes from the Verse: Sunday Morning Tremors

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A very foggy morning on my friend's farm near Chehalis, Washington.  He had many horses and was always checking his fence for damage.

At first, Clyde thought it was just the weather, something about the barometric pressure dropping as a storm slid down over the mountains. The gray clouds brought only a fine mist, but they blanketed the land, cutting visibility down to almost nothing. Clyde was on the south edge of the ranch when his fingers began to tingle in his leather gloves. He’d been working on a section of fencing that...

Now Available: Brigham Plaza

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In the midst of one of the most nightmarish years in my lifetime, I am releasing a new book. If I were a patient man, I would have waited, maybe a year or two (or four, depending), before interrupting stories of disease, racism, and autocracies with silly ads for a sillier book. But I'm not a patient man. And no matter how bad it gets out there, I will still be here, at my desk, writing stories...

Diving Head First Into the Shallow Pool of Amazon Advertising

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I independently published my first book in 2004, and since then, I've tried all sorts of services and gimmicks to turn them into best sellers. BookBub, email lists, Facebook ads, Twitter ads, Goodreads ads (when they were still a thing), and after sixteen years, I can tell you that the only ad channel that ever produced meaningful results was Amazon Advertising. And that's why, for the launch of...

But if you’ve got a finskie, won’t you lay your money down?

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Everyone's got a side hustle, and mine is writing dystopian cyber-thrillers loosely based on my experiences as a teenage hacker trying to take down a global conglomerate with my knowledge of LOGO and a 28.8bps modem. My books won't make you healthier, stronger, or more attractive. They aren't unique pieces of art you can hang on your wall. But they will take you to an alternate reality where...

Last Call for Advance Book Reviewers

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A couple months ago, I set a goal to line up 50 advance reviewers for my newest book, Brigham Plaza. So far, I've only been able to secure 30, which means I've got some spots open for anyone who loves cyberpunk and science fiction and wants to get a free advance review copy of the book (plus some swag*).

A Return to Anonymity

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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 thunderdog79@rocketmill.com (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...

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