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Running on Empty

I’m a bachelor again this weekend. Old What’s Her Face*had to take her new car to show family in Nevada.

Did I do anything super fun? No. I spent time paying bills, blogging and preparing for the next round of blogging. I have stuff planned through the month of October.

I’m wearing a bit thin, to tell the truth. Those Lisa posts didn’t write themselves. The whole thing sews up Monday with a big party, so let’s talk about that.

Monday is my day for the Rave Reviews Book Club Back to School Book & Blog Block Party. This should mean higher than normal blog traffic and some cool new people to meet.

Every stop along this pub crawl has prizes, and all you have to do to win is leave a comment. There are also grand prizes, so it pays to follow along. Everyone is welcome to participate and is eligible to win. This isn’t exclusive to club members. I’ve already won a free book, and I think the prize I’m giving is pretty awesome.

Check out the grand prizes, and the tour lineup at this link. Lisa and I are cleaning up the writing cabin, and hope you can all join us. (That means, I’m blogging and she’s cleaning.)

Don’t forget The Experimental Notebook of C. S. Boyack is available for pre-order right now. It’s only 99¢ and there ought to be a story inside for every taste. Take a 99¢ gamble. Amazon delivers the books on Tuesday. The cool kids will all be saying, “I got mine on pre-order.”

I think I’ll stay up late and watch BSU vs BYU football tonight. There just happens to be a pumpkin beer in the refrigerator.

While I wait for kickoff, maybe I’ll start writing an October post I was invited to send.

*Not my lovely wife’s real name

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Out and about

I finished up my critique group stuff this morning. The guys had some good suggestions, and I made a few changes.

We wound up at the camper place to pick up a gas fitting to hook up our outdoor stove. This was followed by a trip to Whole Foods. I had a wonderful peach and pancetta panini there. Sounds weird, tastes wonderful.

We stopped by the Boise Co-Op because my wife wanted a few things over there. I found the first pumpkin beers on the shelf and brought several home. I am an admitted pumpkin beer junkie.

Somewhere in there I wrote another Macabre Macaroni. I have two now, but need two or three more. I like to plan ahead, and not wait to create them. I'm pretty happy with these. I also sent off a couple of guest posts to friends who invited me over. Love those guest posts and visits.

I also had a fun idea for Macabre Macaroni this year. I need to keep mum until mid September, but some of you might be able to play along. What can I say? I'm an author and I get ideas.

I booked a blog tour for Will O' the Wisp. I have it set up right before Halloween, because it's a great Halloween read. Somewhere in there, I'm going to release my book of short stories. They might also make decent Halloween reading. Just in case, I'm including a free sample of Will O' the Wisp in the back of the shorties. Everything is starting to tie together quite well. It may not all work, but it won't be for a lack of effort. I'm considering doing another Amazon advertising campaign over the top of all this. The last one wasn't uber successful, but it wasn't a failure either. Approaching Halloween, it might be more productive, plus the blog tour, etc. Should I do it? What do you guys think?

I also wrote a fun Lisa Burton post to throw out there right before the short stories go live on Amazon. I did a tiny bit of research on how to make an active table of contents, but haven't gotten very far on that project. I have two new pieces of Lisa art that I'm dying to share with everyone, but I need to wait for the release. Two more are coming to support my novel, The Playground.

Tonight, we returned to Old Chicago to work on my beer mini tour. I only need to drink two more to earn my beach blanket. This is right before we take the camper to the Oregon Coast for our vacation. It's a tough job, but I'm up to the task, and we'll have a cool beach blanket. One more full work week before I'm on vacation, and I won't have to go back until early September.

This means I'll have to use some of that time to choose an outline. I'm really struggling with this. The politically correct crowd may have changed what I need to write next. As horrible as that sounds, I need to be aware of such things.

Tried to talk my wife into continuing our night out, but we're home now. There are any number of small breweries we could have visited, but she wasn't up for it. Therefore, I'm watching classic Dr. Who episodes while I write this. The Waters of Mars is on right now. It looks like some weeping angels are up next. I'm not disappointed. These were great episodes.

How is your Saturday night going? Did you write anything? Do you have any promotional events coming up?

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Saying Hi

It’s Wednesday. I’m at the Coeur d’Alene resort. It still puts on a good face, but it’s getting tired behind the scenes. My room was so mildewed,  I made them switch me out. It’s still musty,  but tolerable.

I have view pictures,  but iPhone doesn’t want to cooperate.

Tonight it’s Elysian Nightowl pumpkin beer on tap and the NL wildcard game in the bar.

Mostly just saying hi. New Macabre Macaroni post tomorrow. (iPhone willing.)

Update: I’m back at my room. Damned game was a massacre. Here are a couple of photos I took at the docks.

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My favorite time of year

I love Fall. The weather changes, but still provides glimpses of Summer and Winter. The occasional 90 degree day could be in the same week as the first frost. (Note: I can’t wait for the first frost, so we can get rid of these flies.)

Leaves start changing, and we’re getting the first hints in the Boise area. Geese are forming into huge flocks. Rumor has it they’re supposed to fly south, but many stay here all year. The neighbors’ sunflowers all died and drooped. The local squirrel has been having a great time with them.

I can usually find a few cheesy movies to watch this time of year. I like the really dumb ones. Watching for you, Little Shop of Horrors, and tell Young Frankenstein he’s on deck.

One of the best new things about Fall is pumpkin – everything. We’ve already worked our way through a bag of pumpkin M & Ms. My wife bought me a bag of pumpkin Oreos, and they’re pretty good. Today I had a pumpkin spice latte. I never drink fancy coffee, but pumpkin spice was enough to draw me in.

We went to the Boise Co-Op so I could look for pumpkin beers. Pumpkin beers are one of my favorites, and I’ve been enjoying them for weeks already. The Co-Op always has a broad selection of things, so we drove downtown.

I wound up with about five different ones. My beer palate is in the neighborhood of porters and stouts; those black thick beers that use roasted grains. Lo and behold, I bought a pumpkin porter and a pumpkin stout. If someone ever brews a pumpkin dopplebock I’ll buy several cases and move to the mountains for a week.

My wife hasn’t even started baking yet. She usually whips up a pumpkin goodie or two, and she’s an outstanding cook.

Maybe a bowl of pumpkin soup, a pumpkin porter, with pumpkin bread for dessert. Then I can watch an old Bruce Campbell movie as the evening entertainment.

What’s your favorite season? What’s your favorite thing about Fall?

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Houseflies and Elephants

People seem to be enjoying my new story ideas. This one isn’t a vignette, but I decided to tell you about it anyway.

My Muse, Lorelei, really poured it on a couple of weeks ago. She threatened to leave me if I didn’t start writing again soon. Then she sprinkled something in my peaches or something. I had a couple of pretty good story ideas, and blogged about them. I also had a ton of ideas for the story I just started. I’ll withhold those, because they’re mostly enhancements and not the main story.

Things are trickling off now, but I got one in a dream last night. They don’t all come as dreams, but this one did. It’s not even a vignette. It’s just a flash of something, but it was in vivid HD color. I was with someone, and I wasn’t in Idaho. It was a bit more tropical. A group of pink and grey cockatoos flew into the trees around us. Someone said they aren’t supposed to be here. (Apparently it wasn’t Australia.) There was a comment about them being feral, and something about global warming.

This one feels pretty useless, but I’m putting it in the old cauldron anyway. I know exactly what kind of birds they were, and they have an Australian name that I’m too lazy to look up. I heard somewhere they are pests.

The next one seems to work much better as a story idea. It’s been really hot in Idaho. It’s so hot that whenever someone opens a door, the flies invade. Why wouldn’t they, we have an air conditioner. It got pretty bad when the grandkids were here, because the door opens every 3.7 seconds.

This probably sounds pretty old school, but I’m a bathtub kind of guy. I know everyone prefers showers this century, but I love my bathtub. Every day, I have to pluck two to four dead flies from the tub before running my water. I could take a photo, but nobody wants to see that.

I was on my 4:00 AM bathtub cleaning this morning and said to myself, “This is where houseflies come to die.”

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“How about that?” I have this cool idea about these people in Africa. The elephant graveyard is an African legend that rivals King Solomon’s Mines. I know everyone hates the idea of ivory these days, but at one time it was quite acceptable everywhere. The idea of thousands of tusks lying about on top of the ground is a treasure hunter’s dream come true. Carry them to market, never fire a shot, live like a king for the rest of your life. Since this would be an historical piece, it works out pretty well.

You can bet this one went in the cauldron too. It was immediately drawn to the vignette about the African couple.

Who knows, maybe the cockatoos will like the guy with the yak. Maybe the yak walked to Australia because of a land bridge or something. I just keep adding stuff to the cauldron and letting it blend together. There’s still an old idea about the ghost of Steve McQueen in there somewhere. Maybe he can figure out what to do with the cockatoos.

I’m off to have my first pumpkin beer of the year. It’s just a Shocktop, but I’m a pumpkin beer junkie. I’m sure more pumpkin libations will show up soon. The Shocktop is like the first butterfly of summer.

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The Rolling Stones were Right

I wound up with a house full of company this weekend. It’s my personality that I moaned and groaned about them coming. I expected to pout over my poor dog, revel in my misery, and here they were interfering with that.

When they arrived, my brother was with my parents. He rarely ever shows up, so it was a surprise. We all managed to have a nice visit. My brother and I stayed up late talking about my latest book, The Cock of the South.

I don’t have genuine beta readers, so family is the best I’ve got. My brother will tell me, at least, where something goes astray. He’s right most of the time too, so that helps.

My mother and my wife both wanted to go shopping. Dad’s getting up there in years, and prefers to stay home with The Golf Channel. I love Dad dearly, but The Golf Channel makes me want to gouge my eyes out with a twig. We left him to his golf and went shopping with the girls.

I introduced my brother to Old Chicago Pizza, and we spent our shopping trip drinking beer. By the time my wife found me, I’d signed up for the World Beer Tour. I was halfway to “winning” a cool Halloween beer tee shirt. This is a mini tour that counts as part of the world tour. It takes 110 different beers to complete the whole tour.

Some of the beers were pretty nasty; mostly the local concoctions. There seems to be a trend out there to brew anything, then cover it up with massive amounts of hops and sell it. “Yuck!”

One beer was a standout. It’s called Wychwood Hobgoblin. It’s a bitter, so it’s not devoid of hops. It just comes across really well. There were several pumpkin beers on the list too. I’m a pumpkin beer junkie, so I call the mini tour a win. They, wisely, limit me to four beers in one trip. I returned today and brought home my tee shirt.

It turns out, you can’t always get what you want, but sometimes, you get what you need.

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