I just found a stack of these covers from my antique horror novel, Mind Stealer, published by Pinnacle Books in 1990. These covers include the back cover, too, so you can read the blurb written by some monkey who never read the blinkin’ thing.
Anyway, these are in mint condition and I don’t write stuff like this anymore, so you might say they were a collector’s item. And you can win one! Just send in Comment No. 64,000…
Or else write a convincing reason, in 25 words or less, why you want this item. Best reason wins!
I don’t have a piano, otherwise I’d be chewing the keys.
I wanted to go outside and work on my brand-new book today, The Wind from Heaven–and it’s raining. Like, it’s always raining. So instead I tackled my Newswithviews column, hoping the rain would stop by the time I finished it: but I have, and it hasn’t.
Why not just put the computer out of the way and write indoors?
Because I can’t write fiction indoors. Haven’t done it for ten years, at least. The phone rings, this happens half a dozen times a day, and it’s either nobody at all or else a fatzing robot pretending to be human and trying to get money out of me. I just can’t do that kind of writing indoors anymore. I need the trees and the sky.
Sorry, a bit of Joe Collidge lingo slipped into the headline…
The big news is, “Unknowable” has posted Comment No. 10,000, the Big Ten G’s, and in so doing, has won an autographed copy of one of my books. So what you have to do now, esteemed colleague, is to contact me and let me know which book you’d like. (Note: I’m running awful short on Bell Mountain.) You can either post a comment to give me your full name and mailing address, or email the information to me at firstname.lastname@example.org .
For the next contest prize, I hear the lovely old movie theater in Kyzyl, Tannu Tuva, in the heart of Central Asia (go to Mongolia and hang a left), just might be available. They’re still showing black-and-white Soviet films from 70 or 80 years ago, because it’s hard to book anything newer, and sometimes the electricity gives out–but you can always say you’d rather have a book instead.
NOTE To SELF: Yo, Lee, what are you doing? What have you done to your blog? What’s with all the cutesy cat and dog videos, etc.? I mean, dude, where has all the news commentary and reporting gone? You’re not even plugging your books! Who’s going to take this site seriously anymore? Don’t you know there’s a presidential election shaping up? And you’re sitting there watching your dumb cat chasing a piece of paper all over the floor! Do you want to make a difference, are do you want to watch some stupid lizard flying around the jungle?
Today is your absolute last chance to buy one of my books in 2015. Sorry, I’d change it if I could, but them’s the rules. After midnight today, it just can’t be done.
So… if you want fantasy and adventure based on a Biblical worldview, suitable reading for the whole family, especially for ages 12 and up, with eight books in the series, so that it’ll be a nice long time before you run out of stuff to read–
Well, if that’s what you want, folks, I’ve got it. And I’ve got it right here. Just click “Books” at the top of the page.
And now, I think, I’ll rest–punctuated by compulsive peeks at my Stats Board to see if I can get those 4,000 hits this month.
Okay, I understand: people in your home town see you in the flesh and conclude you can’t be of any importance. It’s hard to impress people who know you.
My books used to occupy a nice place on the shelves at my local library. But since the arrival of a new library director, my books have been banished to a “Local Authors” ghetto in the most remote region of the building, along with Mrs. Gesundheit’s genealogical researches and Grandpa Fongo’s reflections on the best local parade of 1956. One more step, and these books would be under the floorboards.
When I asked the new library director to please restore my books to their former place, she looked at me quizzically, the way Godzilla looks at a power plant before he kicks it to smithereens, and said, “Well, you are self-published, aren’t you?” Like any Local Author couldn’t possibly be good enough to be paid for his work.
For the sake of those among you who do publish your own writing, I will limit the description of my reply to the word “no.”
Anyhow, I looked again today and my books are still in the Local Authors ghetto where no one in this town will ever discover them and read them.
Sorry, but I couldn’t think of any way to write this without it sounding like a commercial. I guess that’s because it is a commercial.
But I’m the only advertising I’ve got, so please bear with me.
Heroic fantasy and adventure, written from a Biblical worldview–that’s what my books are about. Starting with Bell Mountain, then The Cellar Beneath the Cellar, there are now eight books in the series. The newest, The Temple, came out just in time for Christmas.
To see the covers, and read blurbs and sample chapters, just click “Books” at the top of this page. You can order them either through amazon.com or directly from the publisher (shopping cart logo). You might also want to check out the amazon Customer Reviews, most of which have given these books five stars.
All right, commercial’s over. I have fulfilled the original mission of this blog.
Every now and then I blink my eyes and suddenly remember that a main purpose of this blog is to get readers interested in my writing and hopefully motivate them to try my books. Over the years, this has worked dozens of times.
Another purpose is to get readers and writers interested in fantasy fiction that serves the Kingdom of God. This is difficult because there is very little of such fiction.
And so turn we unto amazon.com and its convenient Top 100 list for Christian Fantasy.
Is this a reliable guide to selecting a book for particularly Christian relevance?
Case in point: Pax Daemonica by Julie Kenner, #7 in her series about the adventures of “a demon-hunting soccer mom.” It was No. 1 in amazon’s Christian Fantasy several weeks ago, and it was No. 1 yesterday. It must be selling quite well.
Thing is, the theology is off. It seems there’s this secret Vatican unit whose mission is to hunt down and destroy demons: otherwise demons will take over the world, and that’ll be curtains for the human race.
Huh? What? You mean the bad guys really can rub out the human race, after Jesus Christ, the Son of God, went to so much trouble to redeem us? And, like, forget the absolute sovereignty of God–we can only be saved by these Vatican Navy Seals’ mastery of really cool martial arts skills?
I daresay the difference between right Christian doctrine and almost-Christian belief is as wide as the gulf between life and death.
Life lesson: Just because somebody says it’s “Christian fantasy” doesn’t mean it is.
Whoever posts the 3,000th comment on this blog will win a signed copy of one of my books (your choice).
So far there are just a few readers who comment regularly while everybody else keeps mum.
To leave a comment, all you’ve got to do is scroll down to where it says “Leave a Reply” and click it, and you’re in business.
I don’t allow comments that include the f-bomb or other cuss words (come on, now–this blog is sponsored by a Christian ministry), a sales pitch for some product that has nothing to do with anything here, or remarks that are personally abusive to me or other commenters. Other than that, let ‘er rip.
Yesterday I began writing the ninth book of my Bell Mountain series, tentatively titled The Throne.
I must confess to a little stage fright. I do know how the story starts; but where it’ll take me from there, only God knows. And having just finished reading No. 7, The Glass Bridge, and proof-reading No. 8, The Temple, I found myself wondering, “Can I do this again? Really? Is there more of this magic in me?” Only it’s not magic. It’s the gift of God. I’m not smart enough to create this stuff without Him.
I’d tell you what the book’s about, except I don’t know but the very first part of the story yet, and I wouldn’t want to throw out spoilers, and if you haven’t read any of the other books in the series, what sense would it make to you?
Meanwhile, the weather’s right, the birds are busy, the bees have arrived, and I just couldn’t stay away from the work any longer.
Tally-ho and away we go!
P.S.–Ignore the sign. I don’t write myself into the story, and I have no plans to write any of you in, either.