State of the WIP

Almost three weeks have passed since the launch of Hybrid Mechanics, and since you’ve already purchased, read, and reviewed that book on Amazon, I thought I’d clue you in on what’s coming next. You’ll be happy to know that while Hybrid Mechanics was with my editor, I was already working on a new book, tentatively titled Brigham Plaza. In fact, as of this morning, I’m already through 31 chapters of the zero draft.

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The Eve of Obsolescence

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.

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New Instagram Account

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.

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Mairzy Dotes and Dozey Dotes

I listen to a lot of Children’s music, and it got worse when El Matador was born. Usually, it’s just playing in the background as an alternative to the black silence that will someday consume us all. I’m a big fan of Charlie Hope and Caspar Babypants, but a song that recently caught my ear was called Marzidotes in Pandora. If you stop bathing your child and actually listen to the words, you’ll realize you’re hearing nonsense. And then it gets interesting.

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The Dark Place

One of the things “they” don’t tell you about parenthood is that at some point, you may feel like a prisoner in your own home. Your wonderful bundle of joy becomes a tether, and the outside world takes on a magical, limitless quality that makes you yearn for freedom. Fortunately, one of the easiest ways to combat this feeling is to invite people over, feed them pizza, and let them regale you with stories of a mystical, faraway land called “outside.” They may leave at the end of the night, but their stories will stay with you and make you happy, that is, of course, unless your husband (acclaimed Science Fiction author Daniel Verastiqui) hijacks the conversation and steers it towards The Dark Place.

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And This is How I Email

I went on a business trip this week to Maryland, home of the Marylanders, and in the course of setting up transportation and lodging and all of those other things, I had to give out my email address way too many times. But you know what, I hate giving out my email address. As an ardent opponent of advertising, I really hate spam. Like, really hate it. Thus, I needed a way to keep my personal email private while still giving companies a way to contact me. A few years ago, I figured out a relatively easy way to do it.

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Redefining American Childhood

Thirty years ago, our family was stationed at Goodfellow Air Force Base in San Angelo, Texas. It was actually our second time there, and I remember my parents re-introducing me to friends I’d had when I was four or five years old. We all lived on a measly three streets, which are no longer tagged on Google Maps: Carswell, Vance Circle, and I forget the third. My friends and I explored every inch of that neighborhood and that base. And though I haven’t been back since 1991, I still remember it fondly, which was why it was so horrible to hear Trump would be housing detained immigrants there.

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I Miss Bitstrips

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I don’t read comics, but I like making them. That is, I like making them when they’re not too much work, and no site made it easier than bitstrips.com. I loved that site. Now it’s gone and I’m sad. But I still have some comics I made about the two things I love most: writing and m’pups. If anyone knows of a replacement comic maker where I don’t have to art, please let me know.

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