Google+ "Four Corners of your World" redesign Concept.

Here is the video that I've been working on, the first two times I thought I needed to render it in raw .avi format, which made a 2:30 second part of the clip take up over 30 Gigabytes of storage (that's an obscene amount for 2:30, if you don't know). I'm pretty happy with how it came out, please let me know what you think?

Oh Yeah-Please expand it and watch it full screen, I spent three days re-rendering it to make it look good at 1080p....thanks! ;-)


 

If you can read this you're a Cyborg.

D. S. Halacy's Cyborg: Evolution of the Superman in 1965 featured an introduction which spoke of a "new frontier" that was "not merely space, but more profoundly the relationship between 'inner space' to 'outer space' – a bridge...between mind and matter.

Cyborg's are typically relegated to the realm of Science Fiction, but today-as I write this, they walk among us.

The classical description of a cyborg is a being that is more machine than man, a being that cannot hide the  mechanized portions of their anatomy, but that is not the technical definition.

The technical defintion I have included below-

cy·borg  (sbôrg)
(source is included in link)


The proliferation of medical implants such as pacemakers and cochlear implants are the obvious connections here, but I mention that only to disregard it and move on to the true nature of my statement, as I'm sure that 100% of the readers of this blog don't have these devices in their body.

If you look at the definition above, you will notice that it does not specify that these devices be contained within the human body. Whereas the general population would assume that the devices are physically contained by the cyborgs body, if you take a look above, it is not a literal requirement. Since you are on this blog reading information of a literary nature, I feel safe assuming that I can stick to the literal definition here.

My point, and I apologize for taking so long to get to it, is that every time you look up information online, retrieve an itinerary from your cell phone, or (gasp) surf facebook, you are defining yourself a cyborg.

(And yes, I can see the look you are giving me right now. Don't worry, I only use my ubiquitous webcam surfing for good, lol)

Remembering, the act of retrieving information that is somewhere in your mind, is a "physiological process".

Since the inception of the internet, we become exponentially more adept at retrieving information stored there instead of learning it through more traditional means. I actually had a conversation with someone the other day who questioned how I could remember so much about something that was not common knowledge, and I explained it to them as this-I prioritize what I need to remember and what can be easily accessed elsewhere.

Do I need to know the atomic number of Barium? It is highly unlikely that I will ever be in a situation where this information will be needed in a fashion that will prohibit me from taking two seconds to punch the request into my Android phone. Have I been privvy to this information in the past? Absolutely, I had to memorize atomic numbers in one class or another during my education.

So in effect, I have effectively offloaded that portion of my brain to the cloud. I would venture a guess that many of you have done likewise with certain information without even realizing it.

So, with most of the periodic table offloaded to the internet, I am free to remember information that is much more useful to me as I make my way through my day. I have delegated the physiological process of remembering to climate controlled serviers stashed all over the world.

Of course this is all metaphorical, but in the near future it will not be. Brain computer interfaces are already a reality, here, take a look at these as proof-

2010-An overview.
This is a grainy video from a television program that gives a good basic idea behind the most common kind of Brain Computer Interfaces- ones that use a cap (it looks alot like the ones that women use to highlight their hair at home).

Driving a wheelchair with a Brain Computer Interface
This is the first test of this technology-notice there's a noticeable delay between when the driver starts thinking about a direction and when the wheelchair moves, but it has gotten much better since then.


First Internal BCI implant-first direct communication from one human nervous system to another.
This one is fascinating. He has chosen to implant a chip in his arm to record nerve signals, which has allowed him to turn lights off and on, to control a robotic hand over the internet, and even connect the implant in his arm to the one in his wifes via the internet and have her hand control his remotely.


So the future is coming, and the fact that we have already started to condition ourselves to begin using commands that the computer interfaces can interpret more readily through our assorted devices will smooth the transition.

I'm writing about this because I always have a hard time explaining some of the advanced fictional concepts in the novel I am currently writing (pre://d.o.mai.n), and came across some of these videos (there are thousands more) in my research. I find this subject fascinating and thought that sharing it here would serve the duel purpose of sharing something cool to my friends and also (selfishly) inferring an increase in familiarity with these topics prior to the novel being completed, so that when it comes out hopefully everyone will be more interested in the science behind the advances I am writing about.

One thing is for certain though, at some point in the future people will have instant access to the cumulative documented knowledge of all of humanity in the blink of an eye.

It's going to make insufferable know-it-alls even more insufferable, lol





 

The wisdom of working slow.

Those of you that know me personally understand that I am a bit of a procrastinator.

OK.....those of you that know me personally understand that I also have a talent for understatement when it comes to divulging my personality problems too.

I've said many times that I simply could not be a freelance writer. It's not just that I have a tendency to procrastinate, it's that when it comes to writing I have a tendency to let a story marinate to give it time to congeal properly.

Can you tell by my word choices that I'm hungry? Yeah....moving on.

I don't approach writing as something that you can simply grind out with enough effort. Some writers do, and it works for them. That's great, but it doesn't work for me that way. For instance, I had aspirations of putting a 40000 word dent in my novel this last vacation, but ended up mustering only 7500.

I felt a strong urge to hold off writing any more at the conclusion of the third chapter, and in the past when I've tried to push through that urge it has produced very poor results. Yeah, really, it's that bad.

Generally when this happens, I'm either under the weather, or there's something missing or clunky in the plot that I need to distance myself from for a bit. I took about a week off, and inspiration found me the way it always seems to-halfway through a workday at my day job. I hung on to the concept that will allow the entire novel work in my head all day and noted it when I made it home.

Of course, I have allowed projects to stack up in the intervening week, and I need to finish those up before I can make it back to my novel. Trust me when I say that I now cannot wait to get back to writing. The changes I've come up with to the middle and conclusion of the book will make it so much stronger, and I know everyone will love it. I actually Googled my idea to see if anyone else had already written about it in a novel, and the only thing that I could find was theoretical research-the philosophical kind. It may have already been beaten to death in other novels that I'm not aware of. I have to honestly consider that possibility (But I really know my way around a Google search, so it it has been the books that covered it are not well know at all, and I feel safe calling it unsettled territory).

It truly will be another step up for me, possibly a transcendent one. I've had a tickle in the back of my mind that this novel will be a watershed event for me (in a good way) for awhile.

And that is also a big part of what has cautioned me to take my time with it. Do I expect it to set the world on fire and make me famous?

Not hardly. Besides, if I do end up rich and famous, I have proven I have no problem spending money-I'd somehow muddle through, lol.

The truth? This book scares the shit out of me (YES, I finally admitted it!).

There is so much of me (not my personal life, but so much of who I want to be as a writer) in this book that I am afraid that when I finally cock back the hammer and let my silver bullet fly, no one will even notice the report. This story is the Genesis of my entire d.o.mai.n universe, if I can't get anyone to give a shit about it or if it doesn't resonate with others the way it does with me, the entire trilogy, alternate reality game, and ancillary tales are a waste of time.

I'm not foolish enough to think that I am the only writer to go through this, I'm sure every single one has or will at some point, it's just new to me. And since I work my way through things by writing about them, you all get to read my public confession.

I've used the last week to gather a new perspective. I've used the last week to come to the conclusion that this story, the entire "d.o.mai.n" story, WILL get told-by me. I will load my silver bullet in the revolver, fire it off at query targets when the time comes, and keep reloading.

Yes, I am going to submit this story to agents and try out the traditional publishing channel. I haven't done that yet because I always intended to separate my shorter works from my full length novels. Anything longer than 40000 words will at least be shopped to agents/publishers, and anything shorter (which is where I try out different ideas/styles) will go the self-pub route.

I seem to be coming up with ideas for new projects (I even have ideas for short films and graphic novels, interactive media, etc) faster than I can produce them, which is good. It's a little frustrating as well, but until I can make an honest living with my writing I am going to have to juggle my time.

I'm a little strange, no doubt, but I have pretty mainstream taste and if this story literally gives me goosebumps when I am writing it, then I really can't believe that the majority of the people reading it aren't going to feel likewise.

Of course I may be entirely off the mark.

 I may be the ONLY person that likes it- but again, it's all a matter of perspective, and my perspective is now such that the world is going to get this entire story whether it is ready for it or not.

Thanks again for checking out my my site, and as always if you have any questions or comments please contact me through any of the ubiquitous means available.


 

pre://d.o.mai.n/theSagaof MilesTorvalds Sample Chapter!


Here you go guys, a sample chapter from my upcoming science fiction novel "pre://d.o.mai.n". In this Chapter Miles Torvalds, the protagonist, receives a very special gift from his cousin, but it was chosen with an agenda in mind.

As always, let me know what you think?

pre://d.o.mai.n
The Saga of Miles Torvalds


Chapter 3

The blank, featureless box under the shipping paper made Miles wonder at first why it had even been wrapped at all. If it was for decoration, he could think of a near infinite number of better choices of pattern and color than paper that matched the flat brown particulate of the cardboard underneath.

He paused, the index finger of his right hand having already removed the tab of packing tape that held the box flap shut. The exterior of the packing paper had been blank as well. If the packing paper had been blank, and the exterior of the box had been blank, then how did the package arrive at his Aunt and Uncles house?

There were plausible explanations that perhaps a less cynical mind would not have even questioned, such as if the box was part of a larger order, and packed into a larger box that bore the required shipping markings.

Miles would have assumed this was the case, were it not for knowledge of one thing-the relatively recent invention of disappearing shipping box ink.

For various reasons, the shipping industry had become a target of terrorist organizations. While the scanning technology at post offices had progressed to the point where they could claim a near 100% correct delivery rate, they could not seem to halt the practice of sneaking nefarious parcels onto their delivery trucks.

The terrorists had deduced that the post office had moved the shipping/tracking, and carrier information from a centralized database to parcel specific codes on the packages themselves. The information could not be faked by hackers in the central database if it never existed there in any practical form. Central office kept cursory data, but it was directly retrieved from the hand held scanners at the end of each shift and stored in a mainframe with no access to the net.

It was a very low tech but essential solution to the escalating problem of information theft and terrorism. A lost package claim had to be filed via a phone call with the local office, and a post office employee would have to physically check the mainframe records in the final mail depot stop along the way. If that search came up empty, a call would be placed to the preceding depot, and so on and so on until a record of the scan could be found. The drivers delivery notes would then be scrutinized, and a conversation would be initiated with him regarding the delivery.

It was an arduous process, but a necessary one since the proliferation of mail theft in the early 2030's. Some companies had taken the extraordinary step of printing their boxes with disappearing packing information that was designed to break down into indistinguishable cardboard compounds in concurrence with the package reaching the preprogrammed GPS delivery coordinates.

The reason for this was two fold.

First, it made reverse engineering the complicated and constantly changing postal service packing information QR codes nearly impossible, as all of the packages identifying markers would disappear as soon as it reached the front door of the correct location.

Secondly, if the delivery person could still see the information as he approached what he believed to be the correct house, he knew that he/she was at the wrong place. It made deliveries to apartment buildings/condominium complexes foolproof.

The process was expensive. Boxes equipped with GPS tracking and woven with electroconductive fibers to relay the destruction signal to the ink had decreased quite a bit in price as volume had increased, but had still not reached the level of cost effectiveness to allow for ubiquitity.

Packages of this type were typically reserved for those companies that made a practice of shipping big-ticket items, and most of them had yet to adopt the practice. Of those that had, the list of applicable equipment that would fit into the box he now held and still require such security was short.

He thought he knew what the box contained.

He tried to look his cousin in the eye, but Skyler took a sudden interest in the traffic outside and said,”Just open it, you're killing me here”.

Miles quickly tore open the packing tape and flipped open the box top.

Inside lay a brushed aluminum rectangle with rounded edges, and an impact resistant plastic object that resembled a two inch long chrome peanut. It was a sideARM, a mobile computing platform designed by Kincaid Industries. It would allow the wearer to see a projected augmented reality view of the world and interact with it.

He had seen the commercials.

Once he put the lenses on his eyes, he could change everything he saw at will. If he liked a particular model of car, but wanted to see what it might look like in blue, to him it could be blue. If he wanted to know what time it was but was not near a clock, he could project a 100% photorealistic one on the wall.

If he had a girlfriend, but wanted to have the illusion of sleeping with another woman for a night, he could overlay the face of the other woman onto his girlfriends without her ever knowing. Of course, this last one presented a bit of a moral dilemma, not the least of which would be his need to not call out the wrong name at an inopportune moment.

It also functioned as a fully networked computer, so fast it made his old beaten up model at home look like an abacus.

To borrow the tag line from the commercials, he could, “Choose your Illusion” his way through life from now on. This was the gift he thought his cousin had placed in his hands.

He looked up at his cousin, who was waiting expectantly. Amidst the twinkle in his eyes, Miles could just make out the reflection of translucent circuits in his iris.

“No way!” He exclaimed.

“Happy Birthday!” Skyler's laugh was bright and completely oblivious to the onlookers that had begun to casually turn their attention to the pair.

Miles reverently removed the rectangle from the box. It was covered in black anodized plating and the sun glinted off it's surface as he turned it over and over in his hands.

He had been right-It was a sideARM. The device had been dubbed that not by the company that designed them, Kincaid Industries, but by the hacker community.

The hackers, ever the early adopters when it came to new tech, had taken the systems processor architecture, named ARM, and added the “side” part. It was an obvious homage to the pistols carried by law enforcement. In a casual way it was meant to say, “This is my weapon”.

He handed it to Skyler, removed the peanut shaped plastic object, and very carefully opened it.

Inside of the container were two halves of aerogel that were molded to securely contain the contact lenses inside. Miles knew that aerogel both kept them secure when inside the case as well as imparted lubrication.

At that moment Skyler began to notice the attention and quickly handed the sideARM back to Miles.

“I think we should get out of here and activate it.”

Miles pocketed the two objects, tucked the empty box under his arm, and left with his cousin.

Neither of them had eaten breakfast, so they stopped at a local restaurant and Skyler overcame Miles' objections and bought breakfast. Skyler's parents were well off, and frequently tried to offer help to Miles and his family. Miles' parents were proud, and would not accept anything more than occasional offers to bring dinner or to help Miles out for school on occasion.

Miles had felt compelled to discourage expensive gifts during his birthday and Christmas, but this was something he simply couldn't pass up.

He removed the aluminum rectangle and placed it atop the table.

“How long have you had your sideARM?” He asked Skyler.

“A few days, I had a hard time not calling and ruining the surprise before Sunday.”

Miles opened the peanut shaped case and looked at the lenses inside. He could just make out the thin tracer wires over where the iris in his eyes would be.

“Is there any trick to turning it all on?”

“Nah, just put them in your eyes. It takes the capacitors in the lenses a second or two to start processing the electrolytes in your tears for power.”

Miles did as he was told. It was uncomfortable at first, never having worn contacts before, but in a matter of minutes it passed.

He understood that the lenses were not glass, and by themselves served no corrective function. They were an organic compound that was able to use the chemicals in his tears to power a tiny LED display, microphone and high resolution digital camera per lens. The black anodized central processing unit, or sideARM, was actually responsible for all of the heavy lifting. The lenses received and displayed information that was handled wirelessly by the sideARM, typically kept in a pocket of backpack somewhere nearby.

As Miles looked around, a dazzling array of commands and other words scrolled along every flat surface within his field of vision. He lifted the square breakfast container on the table and the words seamlessly textured it's surface.

“Loading?” Miles asked his cousin.

“Loading”. Skyler affirmed.

The words soon disappeared, and Miles was left with a strangely blank view of the malls food court.

“Hmm. I expected things to be a little more....busy. How does it work? Does it read my mind?”

Skyler chuckled. He knew Miles understood that an brain implant was required for that level of interaction.

“Just focus on someone with your eyes. To start, try to pick out something small on them, like a button or a pin. The system will recognize what you are looking at and offer up options.”

Miles concentrated on a young girl that happened to be walking by at that moment. She was carrying a white plastic bag, with just enough translucency that he could see a receipt through it. She had obviously just thrown the receipt into the bag after making her purchases.

Miles focused on the receipt, and the translucent plastic appeared to dissolve in front of it. A copy of the receipt zoomed into his view, and he read off the items.

Amber's Funhouse, LLC

1 pair of lace thongs
1 lace bra-size 36C
1 10oz bottle of “Solstice Interlude” Perfume.
3 “Romantic Interlude” scented candles

“Looks like someone is planning a fun evening.” He said to Skyler.

“Can I see what you are looking at?” Skyler asked him.

“Sure, if you...”

Skyler cut him off.

“Wow. I should have guessed.”

Miles couldn't help but smile at his cousin sheepishly. He then asked, “What else can this thing do?”

“Well, if you're going to go to the trouble of digging around in peoples bags, you might as well have her model it for you.”

Miles could barely disguise his shock as the undergarments rose from the bag and wrapped around the young woman. Her clothes faded out, and were replaced by tanned, glowing skin, interrupted only by the thong and bra from Amber's Funhouse. None of this was actually happening, it was all an illusion created by the SideARM.

Nonetheless, he felt aroused at the sight of the beautiful young woman strolling determinedly through the crowded Mall. The confidence in her stride, coupled with the illusion of doing so while wearing onely her shoes and linguerie, was intoxicating. He had, with Skyler's help, been doing what women had accused men of doing for years-imagining them with no clothes on. Miles forced the voyeuristic thrill aside and realized he felt dirty about what he had just done.

But had he really done anything wrong?

He managed to tear his gaze away from the young woman and shot Skyler a scared look. Skyler turned at the same time, like he knew exactly when Miles turned to him, even though the angles of their seating arrangement would have made that impossible.

It took Miles an instant to realize that they had been sharing the same sight, and that Skyler had known he had broke away from the young woman because he had quite literally seen the back of his own head.

Skyler shook his head and blinked. “That still takes a little getting used to. It's like an out of body experience, makes me dizzy.”

Miles smiled at his cousin, and it was his turn to shake his head.

“So, all I need to do to see your point of view is ask?”

“Well, it's a little more complicated than that. You have to be on my trusted associates list, what Kincaid Industries calls your friends list. Just anyone off the street can't do it.”

“Woah. Let me try.”

Skyler turned his head to look at a blank space of wall. The blank space was only blank because of a new renovation, but soon it would be filled with seamless displays playing a video loop meant to simulate a tropical beach. The store would sell clothing inspired by West Coast beach lifestyle, and the storefront was designed to make it appear as though the mall had an opening in it's wall through which you could walk into the surf.

But for now the walls remained blank, except for a small red dot in the upper left corner of one of the panels.

“Can I see what you see Skyler?”

“Sure”

Miles felt a sudden need to grasp the arms of his chair. He no longer felt like he could keep his balance.

“I see what you mean, this is disorienting as all hell.”

“I'm going to zoom in on that red dot. I'm telling you ahead of time because I don't want you to fall out of your chair.” He said with a laugh.

Miles gripped the arms tighter as the wall was drawn closer. He quickly realized that bringing an item up for closer inspection was not simply an amplification of his field of view. The sideARM first correctly identified the object you wanted a closer look at, then scanned it and virtually pulled that object closer to you, leaving everything else in it's original place, including the original copy of whatever object you were looking at.

Miles focused on the red dot as it came closer. He thought he could make out words within it.

As it got closer, he read the five words quickly, then again.

He turned to Skyler.

“I'm going to guess that that wall really doesn't have a microdot with the words, “Miles Torvalds is a loser” written on it.

Miles view shook like an earthquake had taken the mall. His body was stationary, every muscle in his body tensed, so he assumed his cousin was getting a kick out of his deception.

Miles let go of Skyler's view and returned to his own. He had to retain the grip on the chair for a few minutes with his eyes closed for the feeling of vertigo to pass.

When he opened his eyes, Miles was already starting to clear the table.

“Let's get out of here, I need to talk to you about something where there aren't so many.....witnesses.”

Miles cocked his head in misunderstanding, but followed his cousin as they left the mall in the direction of the adjacent park.
 

In pursuit of an appropriate Word Count.

To those of you that don't spend a fair chunk of their time writing, the premise of a word count isn't really that threatening. To a writer, the word count is essentially like the yard markers on a football field.

If your intent to to write a novel, you know you're going to have to come up with a story in the 40k words plus range, and more likely than not in the 70k plus plateau.

Some writers have no problem generating word count. I do not happen to be one of those people, for various reasons. Like many writers, I have a day job, and a child. Devoting the amount of continuous time to produce a large word count is problematic at best.

As many of you may know, I am this week beginning my first full length novel, pre://d.o.mai.n. Parts of the story have been floating around in my head for a decade, and other parts are relatively new. The story exists as part of a larger narrative, and will be followed by d.o.mai.n, and at least one more sequel. The characters involved also appear in my Novella "Judgment Cove", as well as my poorly neglected online serial D4RK R3QU13M (I have decided to outline and restructure the story, and have placed it on the back burner while I finish this novel).

I even took my vacation now with the intent of working my way through as much of the outline as possible. I do not think that I will have much difficulty hitting my total word count as I am plenty long winded.

I took what is to me a novel approach to outlining. I laid my story out in a series of bullet points which I would hit along the way, much like a comedians joke list. If I am on one point, and working my way to the next, the story is on point. It also allows me enough artistic license to ad lib a little along the way.

I intentionally left the various romantic interests vague, because I thought it would be best to allow them to develop organically as I wrote, much like they happen in real life. Serendippity is a fickle creature, and relationship opportunities can't be planned with any degree of certainty (trust me I've tried).

So I have approximately 20 chapters outlined, with a fair amount of material and characters to be woven in as  feels appropriate. I can also pirate material from later books in the series as well, and leave the decision open whether to reuse it later from a different perspective or omit entirely. at my current rate of words per chapter, I will hit around 50000 words simply by fulfilling the mandate of my outline. You know, unless the plan goes awry somewhere, which never happens to authors......ever. ;-)

In short, I think I'll be okay. The problem is in my writing style. I could never be a freelance author. I recently finished reading Chuck Wendig's "Confessions of a Freelance PenMonkey", and as he outlines his daily routine I recognized fairly early that it was not something I could adhere to. BTW, if you enjoy writing, buy Chuck's book and check out his blog at terribleminds.com, you will be entertained, and probably learn something without meaning to.

I tend to go a few days without producing much actual word count, but rolling the plot of my current project through my head. Then, I will sit down and bang out 5000-8000 words in a single sitting. It's fine for writing novels, but not so much for writing to hundreds of micro-deadlines a year. I recognize this about myself, and continue to show up at my day job.

I will undoubtedly need to focus my energy a little more and produce a much more linear workflow if I am to develop into the writer I wish to become. Again, recognizing this fact pushes me to find ways to make it happen. Utilizing my surplus of personal time this vacation, I have taken to starting my day off with a film over breakfast that best captures the emotional concept that the mornings chapter is to be about.

Not being able to find a copy of John Q (if it's on Netflix please keep that information to yourself, it's too late for me now) I grasped on the other underlying theme and watched V for Vendetta. After I finish this blog post I have a few hundred more words to finish out chapter two and arrive at my word count of approx. 5000 for the day.

Tomorrow's chapters (I'm trying to put down two per day during my vacation) are less about oppression and more about discovery, so I plan to watch "The Matrix", and during lunch I will check out a film that embodies the loss of innocence and marking a great change in life, as my protagonist reaches a major decision.

I also am working on the prize that I am going to be giving away to one lucky reader/reviewer of my novella Judgment Cove later this month when I need to get up and stretch my legs.

So maybe the secret is to break up the work, to maintain "inspiration" by constantly drawing in new material that feeds the themes you hope to embody in your work. When I watch these films, please know that I am not stealing ideas from them, merely seeking to put myself in a similar frame of mind. V for Vendetta is all about taking your life back, and becoming outraged by the injustice of oppression. It worked well for day one.

By sharing this I hope that it will help some of my fellow writers develop fresh ideas that they may not have tried before to combat the stretches where they can find other ways to spend their time away from the keyboard.

Because we all know that feeling of accomplishment we get when we finish a work is what we are truly after, as well as the praise given to you by a perfect stranger that enjoys your work.

Use whatever methods you can, whatever tools at your disposal to get into character for your story and knock it out of the park.
 

2011 Pedal the Penobscot Live Progress Map!


Sunday, September 11th I am going to be participating in the Pedal the Penobscot Bike Race. As the thought of me riding in a 28 mile bike ride is pretty much the height of hilarity in my book, I have decided to take the joke all the way and make sure everyone can see how out of shape I am. I've decided to put up a map that will track my progress in real time.

At 10:00AM tomorrow this map will go live, and you can follow along. (I will be the dot)

I do this for two reasons.

1.If I can feel people watching me, I might try a little harder.
2.If I pass out, people will have my exact GPS coordinates to dispatch the EMT's.

So follow along if you have nothing better to do, it might be end up being entertaining.

 

The Judgment Cove Launch Giveaway-Part 1


I came to a conclusion tonight.

I am going to hold off for a day or two to announce the giveaway.

I found myself wondering how much interest it would generate without pictures of the prize, and decided to announce everything at once. I will let those of you that have already purchased Judgment Cove will only need to complete one more small step to become qualified-write an HONEST review on either amazon.com or barnesandnoble.com.

I capitalize HONEST because the purpose of this contest is not to convince people to lie for me, it's to generate both sales (the price of entrance is only .99 for the book) and feedback, for me and potential readers. Every review will get one entry, no exceptions.

It's mildly embarrassing to admit, but I had a hard time properly describing the prize. I will tell you that it is an accessory for your ereader (no matter which ereader you own), it is not a skin or something weak like that, and I can personally vouch for it's uniqueness, as I will be crafting it with my own two hands.

It will be made from a medium that I have a fair amount of experience with, and it will be very cool. It will be "themed" by the story in the book, but that theme will only be obvious to those that already know of it's origin (meaning-it will not be some tacky advertisement for my book or myself, it will be a real object, UPS will be involved, and it will be something that you will hopefully enjoy and find use of).

So that is all for now. If you are willing to take my word on it that the prize (as well as the book) are worth a bit of your time and money, please feel free to pick up a copy at the links below, with my sincere thanks and wish of good luck.

I will have more details either tomorrow or Monday, as tomorrow I will be riding in the 28 mile Pedal the Penobscot bike race. Needless to say, Sunday afternoon I expect to be even more useless than normal, lol.

As always, thanks for taking the time to check out my site! If you have any guesses as to what the prize might be, feel free to leave a comment below and I will let you know if you are right :-)
 

Official Book Trailer for Judgment Cove

Here it is, at long last......the Official Book Trailer for Judgment Cove!

I say at long last because i've learned that it takes alot longer to do things by yourself, without voice actors or animators, lol

(Maybe in the future I'll become wealthy and able to afford to hire some of this stuff out, but in the meantime I'm having an absolute blast doing it all on my own.

Please let me know what you think?