Friday, June 08, 2007

Beat the Heat

With all the doomsday prophets talking up global warming and another massive, deadly hurricane season approaching, I have to get jittery. Here in Southern California the days are smoothing out to our usual 70 degree days and upper 50s, lower 60s nights. The sea breeze pulls in the delicate fragrance of Eucalyptus oil as the long slender leaved trees push back gently. I don't know about you, but life isn't fun if you listen to the news. I conserve, I don't indulge, so cut me a break. I trust Mother Nature to take care of herself. If that means a major slap-down of the human race - you go girl. It's not like we don't deserve it. At least the wars would stop for awhile as we all figure out how to grow a garden and dig a latrine. I just published my third book, a science fiction story told from the point of view of a bass player in a rock band in the year 2162, so, hey, maybe we will get there. I'm too busy trying to plan a marketing season to worry if Barnes&Noble is going to be hit by terrorists tonight. Before the dog days of this summer get here, check out this new story. It will get you through the hurricanes, the terrorist, and any pirates coming up from the Caribbean. Here’s the path – “” The story is called “Harmonics.” Have a great summer – turn off the news.

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Rest easy, the Palladium Queen has landed.

It's been along time coming but my new book "Harmonics" is on the street.
Here's the cover:

If you are wondering, you're looking at Jarkard Station on Mars, an outpost for the Planetary Products mining company and tourist destination for cruise ships from Las Vegas, baby.

The story has more than one plotline, but focuses on the lifestyle of a rock band that plays this gig on the run to the Red Planet. The drug of choice for these rockers is DNA shifters that gives you odd skin textures and hair patterns. It's so much cooler than current trends. We're talking 2162, not that far in the future, but music is mostly synthsized for psychological compatibility. This is the story of the only rock band in the universe that still plays vintage equipment and songs from the 60s, 70s, and 80 from a couple of hundred years ago.

What the tourist or the band expects is stowaways that are going to wreck their day, being that are on a mission to go home. Home being Mars. Yes, there was life on Mars, and it's coming back!

Hope you enjoy the new pile of pulp. Let me know how the story hits you. If you want the book now, go to the publisher's site ( and key in "Harmonics" or go to my web site and start clicking buttons (""). There's a bunch of excepts and bio blurb there that's new to this issue.

The Wolf-man