A quick note to greet the new readers who’ve signed up in recent weeks. Naturally, some new subscribers are from WordPress, but there are also a few each from Facebook, Twitter, and now from tumblr as well. Welcome.
I don’t know if it’s related or coincidental, but with new subscribers I often seen a handful of sales of my books, which is always nice. Book Five of the Fallen Cloud Saga is the most popular. The Kindle versions are chugging along, and some of you are even dropping the coin for hardcopy editions (well done, old-schoolers!) We even got a few takers on my medical memoir. All novels are available in both e-book and hardcopy editions.
There’s bound to be something for everyone in the coming days. Writing updates, book and movie reviews, and possibly a bread-and-butter pickle recipe (if my cucumber plant still has enough oomph to put out a few more cukes.)
As always, comments are welcome, and feel free to use the new Contact page if there’s something you want to ask offline.
Welcome all.
k
PS. I hope you’re all not here for my David Chang Chicken Noodle Soup recipe. That recipe is giving my new posts some very stiff competition. (It is a great recipe, though.)
…and why it matters.
It’s one of those things I dreaded. A reader of the Fallen Cloud Saga has asked me what species of dinosaurs I used in the series. Don’t get me wrong, it’s terrific that readers want this kind of detail and “behind the scenes” info, and I’m more than happy to provide it, but I know this will only give ammunition to Paleozoic anoraks to shoot holes in my world-building techniques. The row that ensued over my leaving Quebec under French control was epic. I can only imagine what will happen with this.
It’s pissing down rain in Seattle. The lecherous wind tugs and young women’s skirts as they tick-tock their high-heeled way to work, and the few who bothered with umbrellas wish they’d left them at home. The sky is locked down in gunmetal grey and the sun is a dim memory, consumed by the overhead drear. It’s already been a long work-week for me, having put in three days’ worth before the end of Day Two, and I haven’t slept well for worrying about my family, still roiling from our matriarch’s recent death.
Kurt R.A. Giambastiani 