Asteroid Made of Various Information

Chapter One (1) is now on the air!  With this, Chapter One (2), and the Prologue all available, I have come to an inescapable conclusion: 

I am a slow dang writer.

I’ve always known this, but have never been able to tell if that was a blessing, a curse, or just what is so I’d better deal with it.  I’d complain about ’real life being too distracting’ if I wasn’t having so much fun!  Sketching out future plays, reading the plots of potential future books made out of old novellas, writing a film short or two and trying to get them made (definitely one this year, maybe two) means I’m right in the swing of things for Farm Boy.  Keeping busy is keeping me busy, and I think that’s working out for the best.

With the nature of this project being a bit odd - a linear timeline with a non-linear protagonist - I’m finding myself double and triple thinking plot points as they come up, which is slowing me considerably.  Keeps it interesting though, and I hope you like it, too.  Or at least find it interesting enough to stare at.

Huge appreciation for the folks who have taken a chance on what might come out at the end and for the folks following along.  I’ll leave you with a story about James Joyce that’s always made me laugh:

A friend of Joyce’s visited him one day, only to find him collapsed over his typewriter.

"James," he cried.  "How goes Ulysses?"

"Awful," came the mournful reply.
"Come now, it can’t be that bad.  Why, how many words did you manage today?"
"Seven."
"Seven!" said the guest.  "That’s quite a good pace for you.  Celebrate!"
But Joyce just shook his head.
"You don’t understand," he moaned.  "In what ORDER?"

I actually love Ulysses, and would never compare myself to James Joyce; but some days you can really understand that last sentence, can’t you?

Hope you like the new addition; and if you do, don’t be afraid to tell your friends!

Erin

Happy Tuesday, Space Crew! 

First, to start things off properly, I need to give a space-sized congratulations to my friend JF Dubeau, who’s successfully funded his second book, A God in the Shed. 750 orders with a few days to spare. Congratulations! 

Onto Cup news! I used to think we had a lot of time. Wasn’t it just yesterday I was saying there was a month to go? And now we only have half that. 

I know a lot of you are followers who haven’t picked up a copy. But time is running out, and the best way you can show support is to place your orders before the funding period ends. 

Those who have ordered, let me remind you what’s in store with your Recommendations. If you’re one of the top three Recruitment Officers you’ll be receiving this prize pack: 

So join me in shamelessly spamming this book everywhere. I want my social feeds so filled with this book that I miss out on more interesting things and complain for a moment before remembering how grateful I should be.  

 
Your Spam-Spamming Space Spamtain,
-AC

Dearest Annabel,

My love, I must accept the fact that I will never lay eyes on you again. It is a hard truth but it is truth. I will never hold you again. Never taste the sweet nectar that is your kiss. Never walk hand in hand with you in our beautiful spring gardens. Never hold you close in moments of outrageous passion. This realization, more than anything else, has brought me to despair. I need you to know my intentions were pure. If you believe nothing else my dear heart, believe that. My entire life has been dedicated to this project. This impossible dream. I hoped to make a better world for you. A better world for everyone.

But I totally screwed the pooch on this one darling. Like it’s really, really bad. It didn’t work at all. I really thought opening that dimensional portal would be a good idea. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine freaking monsters would come out. So many monsters. Holy crap.

I can hear them gnawing through the blast doors now. Soon they’ll have me and my life will end in swift and undignified agony. I shall wait for you my dear. Across the river of death in the valley of eternity. I will wait until I can hold you again. If you’ll have me. I fear my wait will be a short one because Ted’s dumb ass left the teleporter turned on. For all I know these foul beasts have already stumbled into it and teleported home. In which case you may already be dead.

In which case… my bad.

Yours forever, Archie

Readers,

Hello, inksharians! Yes, another update! I hope everyone is tapping their inner muse and finding encouragement sand growth in the writings.

I am getting closer to publishing To Kill a King. Projected date is next month. This final revision is looking suweet! 

I will give away 3 signed copies of To Kill a King to three lucky people. Anyone signed up on my web page www.jodhanford.com has a chance to win. Follow me on www.jodhanford.com or on twitter @jodhanford for updates about To Kill a King, my debut novel.

Keep writing and keep dreaming!

Jodhan

We are 26% funded! That means another chapter has been uploaded.

Chapter 5 takes us to the evening in which Diggory made Helen’s acquaintance. However, her father isn’t too keen with his precious daughter talking to one of the poor boys from the tent-camp. Who knows the depths to which a jealous, narcissistic father will go to keep his little girl from a cocky little peasant boy?