This week I've been dealing with some unusual stress. Unfortunately I can't describe them in detail for legal reasons, but suffice to say I've been under the weather.
That said, on a completely different matter, I wanted to know what you guys think of serial fiction. I've been experimenting with it two different ways; via my Six Sentence Sunday postings, where I'm giving another six sentences of my current Iron Angel book each week, and my Juke Pop Serials books, where I'm putting up a chapter every other.
On the plus side, it means I'm putting new stuff out there every week, which means readers always have something new. On the minus side, it means I'm rarely putting out something new in novel length.
So... what do you guys think?
Sunday, October 21, 2012
...and life interferes.
I'm a storyteller, a father, a husband, and a master of many trades. Of dubious quality in all of the above. The photo is not of me; it's art I bought at a convention, I subsequently commisioned the remaining pair of the trio. Lest it be misunderstood, the byline is from a long time friend who made the following comment: "Once in a while you've got to get into Bob's Head. After which you must get back out as fast as humanly possible." He stands by that assessment to this day. Then again, in answer to the question "which is more dangerous, an assault rifle or a hamster?", he answered "Depends, does Bob have the hamster?". Much later in life, a friend from college was doing impromptu Tarot readings, and before each one was choosing what card most accurately represented each person in the room. On being asked what card repped me, he replied "the six of spades". On seeing the inhabitants of the room go into thought trying to figure out what card that might equate to in the Tarot he said "No, don't convert it. In the great Tarot game of life, Bob is playing poker." I don't know WHY people say these things. They just do.