I just realized I had not updated the buy links for This Brilliant Darkness since it went live on the other ebook sites (beyond Amazon).
Funny, I didn’t notice until I got a sales report from Barnes & Noble. So far Nook users are buying tons more copies of This Brilliant Darkness than Troll Or Derby. That’s *never* happened. How fun!
WANT WANT WANT WANT
Next time I’m in Btown I know where I want to go!
Farm :: Bloomington, IN
If this is any indication -any at all- of the food this establishment puts on its tables, I want to go back. As in I’m-already-seated-and-ordered kinda of go back.
This was the to-go sample my wife insisted I order after we had breakfast next door. This baker is gifted, folks. That roll is as big as toddler’s head. And, it’s tough to balance size with tender dough, but this is oh so very spot on.
May I introduce ridiculous’ cousin? Meet incredible.
Do you love Bloomington? Me, too. I wrote a book about it, and it’s pretty good, according to the reviews. Grab a copy. It’s FREE today!
This Brilliant Darkness is FREE today
Welcome to the final day of the Hoosier Horror Blog Hop!
If you haven’t signed up for my email list, go on and do it, because I’ll be choosing someone to win a paperback copy of one of my books, winner’s choice!
And now, my final trick or treat gift to you: This Brilliant Darkness is free today on Amazon!
Here’s an excerpt, from Halloween night, in Bloomington, Indiana, home of the Star Trails parade:
Chapter Thirty-Eight: Starry Starry Night
The Corner was a bright, comforting sight, and she headed for it in her poncho and sombrero. She would show off the miniature burro to Richard when she caught up with him. If he was in one piece when she caught up with him.
He shouldn’t have worn roller skates out if he didn’t know how to get around in them. He’s supposed to be a smart guy.
The outing had turned out to be a bigger affair than what she’d had in mind, and her head was so buzzy from planning, she jumped at the chance when Richard called and asked for help with his skates.
“I’m already on my way!” she’d said.
He hadn’t sounded as relieved as she’d hoped.
“I’ll rescue you!” she’d added, but instead of replying, Richard had just hung up on her.
Regardless, free from the house and walking her usual beat into downtown, she felt good again. For once, the rhythm of the beating star didn’t bother her. It was a good star day. And it was her birthday! She’d been in costume most of the day, her class having humored her outlandish request to dress up.
The Star Trails parade would be starting soon. She popped into The Corner to get her caffeine fix.
A couple of Klingoffs flirted with her while she waited for her latte. At least, she hoped it was flirting. She didn’t speak the language, and they were fair trade snobs, so the relationship was doomed from the start.
Two robed Fullcons in long flowing gowns and glowing red hearts passed by making the sign for “live well and tidily.” She returned the gesture, enjoying the opportunity to give it in a friendly fashion—not just to irresponsible drivers.
Next year, maybe I’ll march as a Fullcon, too.
She’d always wanted to march in the Star Trails parade. From her first year in Bloomington, she’d intended to find a costume and join in the fun. Somehow, every year she forgot, and ended up doing something else.
“Another time,” she whispered to herself, pushing her way through the heavy swinging door, back onto the sidewalk.
It was cooling off quickly, and she hugged her wool poncho tight around her.
This get-up was a good idea, even if it’s no use for picking up Klingoffs. It’s probably neither politically nor geographically correct, but what the hell. You only live once.
A very large bat flapped past her as she passed through the Sample Gates, and she felt in her pocket for her mace.
Just in case.
The lights of the Philosophy Dept building came into view. No one was in, except for a man in silver lamè, standing in the window of a bright and cozy turret office, trimmed in stained-glass. He waved, as if pushing her away, his hand cupped in front of his chest.
Awkward. But you gotta love the guy.
She doffed her sombrero to him as the wind picked up and suddenly let loose a cold rain. She hurried for the back door.
The back door slammed closed behind her like a gunshot, as usual. Her wool sombrero was soaked, and getting heavy. The stairs were a surprisingly tough climb.
I must be tired. When we get back to the house tonight, I’ll put my feet up in front of the fire. It’s my birthday— if I want a fire, I’ll have one.
She smiled at the thought.
Nice toasty fire and a cold, cold beer.
The door to her office was partially closed. She pushed through it, and walked straight into a hissing boom.
Find out what *all* this is about!
And don’t forget to hop the other Hoosier Horror blog stops today! Some great ideas there for making the best of your weekend, this first weekend of October. Get out and enjoy it, or cuddle up with a good scary book, the choice is yours.
#60. March in the Homecoming parade
Do you love Bloomington? Me, too! So much that I set a book there. Guess what? Today it’s free!
TRADITION. Hoo-hoo-hoo Hoosiers!
Welcome to Hoosier Horror Blog Hop, Day 1!
So what’s this all about? Well, I love October. I always have. I guess it started when I was a kid because my birthday is at the end of the month. I love the weather, I love the food this time of year, I just love autumn with such intensity, I’ve been known to wax poetic about the rapture of dying like a leaf on the October wind. Such sentiments may or may not have made their way into This Brilliant Darkness, my first book!
October’s more than just great weather, though. My birthday is actually a few days before Halloween, but by the time you’re that close to the holiday, people usually forget it’s my birthday and they’re so focused on snack size candies and costumes, they’d call my party a “Halloween” party. By the time I hit my 20s, I realized I could seize upon the opportunity to celebrate my birthday by suggesting everyone dress up in costumes—and they’d go for it! Epic fun was had by all. This year I’ll be turning 40 (lordy, lordy) and I hope to have another epic bash. It’s been several years since I’ve had a significant birthday party, so why not? YOLO!
Growing up, I was rarely allowed to trick or treat, but I came to love Halloween just the same. I even gave that day as the birthday of protagonist Christine Grace in This Brilliant Darkness. It’s on her birthday, Halloween night, that the entire city of Bloomington, Indiana files out into the streets in Star Trekesque costumes for the annual Star Trails parade. God, I love writing fiction. My reality can be anything I wish. Monsters hiding in IU Bloomington’s Dunn’s Woods? Check. The Book Corner existing as a coffee shop in downtown Btown? Check. All this during the prettiest time of year known to man? Check.
So here we are. It’s autumn in Indiana, Halloween is coming, and everyone is literally wheeling out their love of horror from the basement, the closet, the attic…blowing off last year’s monsters and dreaming up new yard haunts to scare the neighborhood kids silly! What do you love about Halloween? I love the scary stuff: the horror monsters, the blood and gore, the tales from the crypt and beyond…I love the sweet stuff: the caramel apples, the hot cider, the candy corn, the chocolate!…I love the chilly stuff: Indiana weather, damp & breezy, perfect weather for a hot bowl of chili and a cold beer, I love it all. LOVE. IT. ALL.
So, welcome to the Hoosier Horror Blog Hop, celebrating all things Indiana, and all things Halloween.
What’s in our bag of trick or treats for this year? Check the blog hop page to see who’s signed up, and keep coming back to this page to see the latest posts. I spent several weeks rounding up this cast of characters, old friends and new! I’m really looking forward to their contributions to this celebration of Indiana Awesomeness!!!
So far today An Indiana Mom gets us started off with a Candy Corn handprint craft for the kiddos, and I’m hoping for some scary posts later today by some horror author friends of mine! Stay tuned, we’ll see what’s next…
STOP THE PRESSES! While I was tying this, Eric Garrison updated his blog with a post about ghost hunting in Indiana.
Find the links here, or check the Pinterest board for handy links to all the posts as they go live (and maybe some extra Indiana seasonal fun).
Stay tuned for posts by: Dan Dillard, Jack Wallen, Joanna Parypinski, Robert S. Wilson, Eric Garrison, RJ Sullivan, Brent Abell, Don Sedberry, Jessica Nunemaker, Bob Freeman, Lindsey Stuffel, Kelly Heet, and yours truly, Red Tash!
PS Did someone say giveaways? Certain bloggers are giving away swag, prizes, all kinds of good stuff this week, so keep your eyes peeled for opportunities to win, coming up!
Every time I go to find an image that says “Indiana” on tumblr so I can reblog something about how both my books are set here, I find something AWESOME like this:
She grew up in an Indiana town
Had a good-lookin’ mama who never was around
But she grew up tall and she grew up right
With them Indiana boys on them Indiana nights
Hell, yes, she did.
It’s really no wonder I ended up with a cover for my first book that looks like:
This is not a book *about* Indiana, per se, but it is set in Bloomington, it unabashedly loves IU, and it’s filled with quirky characters who are from, or are drawn to our fabulous state.
And then there is this, which doesn’t have a Hoosier cover of any kind, but is still set here in the heaven/hell of rural Indiana at its best/worst. You will love to hate it right along with me, no matter where you’re from:
Ah, such lovely sunset colors. Hrm.
HEY. Both these books are going exclusive to Kindle & paperback for a few months, so check the links if you’re not a Kindle user or a paperback reader: you should download while you still can, because accessibility to Nook, Sony, Kobo, Apple, etc is being cut off ‘til December.
Are you into horror, halloween, fall, scary stuff, ghosts, paranormal, dark fantasy, the sound of leaves crunching beneath your feet, etc. etc.? Are you a Hoosier, or is your work in some way related to Indiana? Join the Hoosier Horror blog hop! We’re going to have a little blog party and I need you to invite yourself and all your friends.