Really, Facebook? Really?

Facebook has sent Larry Correia back to Facebook jail for linking to his blog post regarding ChinaMike, Lord of the House of 770 Vile Aromas, refusing to take down a link to pirated material from the legal copyright owner of the material in question.

Facebook is now bullying people who are standing up to Internet bullies.

Check out the post that Fail, er I mean, Facebook doesn’t want you to see right here:

And, by the way, fuck off and die, Mark Zuckerburg, you fascist POS.

Good News, Bad News

Great news: My two fantasy football teams are both going to start the season 2-0, barring one of the greatest second halves in the history of the NFL by Jarvis Landry of course.

Good news: It looks like the Troll Wars are over. The enemy has retired from the field. Aaron Pound got himself suspended from Twitter after encouraging violence against a woman in one of his tweets. A tweet I was only too happy to report to Twitter.

John Scalzi blocked me (although I have no idea why because I hadn’t mentioned him in months) and now the Aussie Asshat, Camestros Felapton, did this:

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Which is fine by me. ChinaMike, the Lord of the House of 770 Vile Aromas, is jousting with Richard Fox and Larry Correia. It seems ChinaMike posted a link to copyrighted material owned by Richard, material that was not meant to be open to the public at large, and when he was asked to remove the link from his Google-scrape website he went full ChinaMike. Which is to say: He went full asshat. Larry’s breaks down the insanity we’ve come to expect from ChinaMike in the link above.

Some PeopleFortunately for me, ChinaMike hasn’t spent too much time with me. But, I will admit that the last two or three times he has mentioned me there it has led to a spike in book sales. His last (known to me) mention helped promote the Helicon Awards to a lot of folks who were unaware they existed. So thanks for that! And as an added bonus, he’s not being a pain in my ass troll anymore.

Which really only left our good friend, the Great Lady Cora Butthurt. Cora’s troll game is, well, non-existent. And she is in such a state of the vapors over the 2019 Dragon Awards results that she can hardly put together two words – in English or German. So continuing the battle against her alone seems pointless. She was muted before. She’s blocked now.

So, it seems the War is over and I’m still here and still writing. I’m also still publishing and being published by traditional publishers. I have stories in at least three anthologies being released in October alone.

Now, for the Bad News: This means that The Corvo will likely be the final book of the Divine Trolls Comedies series. Scalzi’s Inferno was supposed to be Book 4, the final book of the seven-book series. Yes, the last three books were a joke and were never going to be written, much less published.

The entire series was nothing more than a satirical parody of my trolls. But since they have given up the game it seems unnecessary to write the final book. Which is a shame, because oh, the triggering that would have resulted.

Now, for the Greater News: That means more time for me to get back to work on the other serious projects and give you readers more great stories to enjoy. Starting with the next two stories in the Timeless series.

1564615499The Timeless, the first book of the series, recently collected Official Selection in the New Apple Summer E-Books for 2019. Its a Space Opera/Steampunk extravaganza that can be read and enjoyed by readers ages 10-110. Secret of the Sphinx is the second installment and is available in print and e-book formats.

Book #3 is Odin’s Runes which should be out around Nov. 1st with Book #4, Empire of the Golden Dragon, to follow shortly after. Trust me, there will be much more to follow.

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The Best Accolade Yet

The official announcement is coming later, but I got an e-mail yesterday regarding The Timeless, the first novella in a six-part series. I am writing the series with my grandson


and the first two books are already out.

The e-mail in question came from the New Apple Awards. Back in 2017 they awarded Official Selection in Science Fiction to Escaping Infinity which was a much-appreciated accolade. Wednesday they informed me that The Timeless was honored with Official Selection in the Short Story category. That means it was up against stories from every genre out there, not just in sci-fi and fantasy.

This award is extra special because my grandson is involved and his reaction to the news was the cherry on top of an extra-large ice cream sundae. The celebration has been ongoing ever since, so much so that when I got the e-mail stating that When The Gods Fell did not earn an award in its category I really didn’t mind it at all.

Secret Of The Sphinx (Amazon / Others), the second novella, is already out and we are hammering away on the next two books, Odin’s Runes and Empire of the Golden Dragon. Check them out. I think you’ll see why the judges gave it such high marks.



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First, They Came For…

We’ve all watched as the “Cancel Culture” has become all the rage. Happily, it seems like people are tiring of it and trying to bring it to an end. Interestingly enough, it wasn’t until folks on the right started to play by those rules that folks on the left discovered just how onerous the practice is.

Ruining someone’s ability to make a living, chasing them from going out to dinner or to show or just having a personal life, simply because their politics aren’t yours is ridiculous. It has no place in a civilized society. But it is the product of a generation or two that was never properly disciplined or held to any standard of conducting themselves like adults. We’ve allowed them to remain immature children into their 30s and 40s and we’re now reaping that odious harvest of what was sown.

Hopefully, we are seeing the end of it but there are still far too many instances of it happening today. Sadly, it seems to be going on strong in the literary world and it hasn’t been limited to creators who are still alive. Those people can at least defend themselves from attack. Lately, writers and creators long dead have become targets of the “Cancel Culture” and they cannot defend themselves from the grave.

It began with Laura Ingalls Wilder of Little House on the Prairie fame. Enter the American Library Association – infested with the Social REVENGE Justice crowd’s “Woke” brigade – who decided to strip Wilder’s long-associated name from its children’s books award.

The reason? She used contemporary language and viewpoints to describe interactions between her family and other settlers with the American Indians in her books written decades ago.

Then the same organization (yes, ChinaMike, it was the same organization and not “two separate ‘major’ organizations” as you claimed. But I have come to expect slipshod work and false information from your vile site for some time now) set their sites on Melvil Dewey. When you go to your public library and pull a book off the shelf, that tag on the spine with several numbers on it? That’s the Dewey Decimal System. Dewey was also prominent in establishing public libraries and encouraging reading. He was one of the founders of the American Library Association over 140 years ago.

His crime? He may – MAY – have sexually harassed women (there were never allegations of physical assaults, but of inappropriate comments and unwanted advances). He may have been anti-Semitic and racist. I say may, because no official charges were ever brought and the only evidence is a policy he wrote for the Lake Placid Club that barred membership for non-whites in 1904. In 2019, the same American Library Association that he founded stripped his name for one of its awards.

As with Wilder, the action was taken with no debate and the accused unable to present a defense.

With Wilder, all she did was accurately chronicle the times she lived in. To ostracize her for truthfully recording life in her times defeats the purpose of recording history. If we do not understand not only what happened, but why, we are doomed to repeat the mistakes of the past.

With Dewey, he sounds like a bit of a creep. Sadly, there was no shortage of that type of attitude back then.  As for the racism, the only evidence appears to be the Lake Placid Club. Was the document written to reflect his personal views? Or, was it a reflection of the times? Like it or not, the first half of the 20th Century was not a nice place for Jews, Blacks, Italians, Irish and many other groups in the United States.

Recently, a no-name author was awarded the John W. Campbell award for best new writer at the Hugos. She promptly showed her appreciation by trashing Campbell and triggered an immediate change in the award’s name for next year.

Campbell was crucified for being a fascist (I still haven’t seen anything to back up the allegation) as well as some “un-woke” views he put to paper decades ago. Again, the views Campbell published were considered “mainstream” in his time. Did he truly hold them or was he simply publishing what he thought the reading public wanted to hear? Or, was he simply trying to start a debate on the issue by getting the conversation started? I don’t know. No one alive truly does. And Campbell died a long time ago and is unable to defend himself today.

Which begs the question: What purpose is served by digging up the long dead and beating up on the corpse for past “sins” which weren’t considered “sins” during the time with which they lived? Had they committed actual crimes during their lives, I could see the outrage. But Wilder murdered no person because of their ancestry. Dewey was never accused of rape or causing physical harm to another because of the color of their skin.

Do we really want to set the precedent of being found guilty of being a product of one’s time? Would any of us fare better than they in a century if the people of the 22nd Century look back and judge us by the standards that they live by?

I doubt it. No one’s life can withstand scrutiny under that kind of a microscope. So, do we erase the good they did simply because they are guilty of not being the “Woke” creatures that *right thinkers* demand we all be today?

How about this. Let’s honor the good they accomplished and continue to have a discussion about all of the other parts of their legacy out in the open where something might be learned. Maybe even avoid repeating some of their errors along the way while we are at it?

This is one of the reasons why the Helicon Awards have adopted all three of these creators and named awards in their honor. Because we come to praise creators’ legacies, not to bury them.

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Remembering A Lost Friend

Today marks two years since I received the phone call you never want to get, especially at 5:30 in the morning.

Michael Gibson was a very good friend of mine, even though we’d never met in person or even spoken a word to each other. It is a testament to the age of the Internet that we live in today that strong friendships can be formed in cyberspace.

We were both avid fantasy football players and met on an old BBS-style site devoted to the hobby called The Asylum. We both started writing our first novels at about the same time and often e-mailed chapters back-and-forth to be critiqued. While I decided to write under my real name, he decided to go with a pen name. I sometimes wonder if he had the right idea all along on that decision.

About the time my first novel, Reservations, was released by Oak Tree Press, Michael released his first novel, Storm Clouds Gathering, the first of the Sentience Trilogy. The third book, Wrath of an Angry God, was nominated for Best Military Sc-Fi Novel in the first-ever Dragon Awards in 2016.

Unfortunately, David Weber was also nominated in that category that year. Mike was just happy to be nominated. And he was the first to commiserate with me the next year when Escaping Infinity, a 2017 Dragon Award nominee for Best Sci-Fi Novel, was similarly steamrolled by James S.A. Corey.

We were supposed to finally meet in person in March of 2017, but my trip to Texas was canceled when I got very ill and could not travel. He was supposed to fly out to Santa Barbara, California on Sept. 14th and I would drive up from Thousand Oaks and meet him.

Then came the phone call.

He had started his day off as usual, in his office getting ready to resume working on his fourth novel with a cup of coffee on his desk. He was talking with his son one second and then dead from a heart attack the next. If there was any comfort to be found that morning it was that it was that sudden and he did not suffer.

His family and  many friends were left to do all of the suffering. All of us still miss him terribly to this very day. I was the eldest child of three in the family. The older brother to my siblings.

Mike was my older brother. His council and humor more valuable to me than any amount of gold you would choose to name. It has been two years now and I still find myself wanting to drop him a message or ask his advice online.

So when his family asked me to help finish his fourth, and what will be his last, novel there was no chance I’d say no. His novel, Eerie, has taken longer to get through the final steps before being released. But it is hoped to be out before the end of the year. It will be worth waiting for, I promise.

As I reflect on my lost friend, it is hard to believe it has been two years since he was taken from us. I wonder, after Eerie what he would have done next. We were cheated out of a great voice in SF/F.

So that this doesn’t end in sadness, I want to share a somewhat lengthy joke Mike once shared with me. I don’t know where he found it. I just know that by the time I get to the end I am in tears, laughing so hard. Those kind of tears are the ones I want to shed when I think of my friend.

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Texas Chili Cookoff


Recently, a visitor from the Mid-West named Frank was selected as a judge at a Texas Chili cook-off, mainly because no one else wanted to do it. Also, the original person called in sick at the last moment and Frank just happened to be standing there at the judge’s table asking directions to the beer wagon when the call came in. Frank was assured by the other two judges that the chili wouldn’t be all that spicy, and besides they told him that he could have free beer during the tasting, so he accepted.


Chili # 1: Mike’s Maniac Mobster Monster Chili

JUDGE ONE: A little too heavy on tomato. Amusing kick.

JUDGE TWO: Nice, smooth tomato flavor Very mild.


FRANK: Holy shit, what is this stuff? You could remove oil stains from your driveway with it. Took two beers to put the flames out. Hope that’s the worst one. These people are nuts.



Chili # 2: Arthur’s Afterburner Chili

JUDGE ONE: Smoky (barbecue?) flavor with a hint of pork. Slight Jalapeño tang.

JUDGE TWO: Exciting BBQ flavor, but needs more peppers to be taken seriously.


FRANK: Keep this out of reach of children! I’m not sure what I am supposed to taste besides pain. I had to wave off two people who wanted to give me the Heimlich maneuver. Shoved my way to the front of the beer line. The barmaid looks like a professional wrestler after a bad night. She was so irritated over my gagging sounds that the snake tattoo under her eye started to twitch. She has arms like Popeye and a face like Winston Churchill. I will NOT pick a fight with her.



Chili # 3: Fred’s Famous Burn Down the Barn Chili

JUDGE ONE: Excellent firehouse chili! Great kick. Needs more beans.

JUDGE TWO: A beanless chili, a bit salty, good use of red peppers.


FRANK: This has got to be a joke. Call the EPA, I’ve located a toxic chemical spill. My nose feels like I have been snorting Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now and got out of my way so I could make it to the beer wagon. Barmaid pounded me on the back; now my backbone is in the front part of my chest. She said her friends call her “Sally.” Probably behind her back they call her “Forklift.”



Chili # 4: Bubba’s Black Magic

JUDGE ONE: Black bean chili with almost no spice. Disappointing.

JUDGE TWO: A hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish or other mild foods, not much of a chili.


FRANK: I felt something scraping across my tongue but was unable to taste it. Sally was standing behind me with fresh refills so I wouldn’t have to dash over to see her. When she winked at me her snake sort of coiled and uncoiled. It’s kinda cute…. Damn, that 300 lb. bitch is starting to look HOT, just like this nuclear waste I’m eating.



Chili # 5: Linda’s Legal Lip Remover

JUDGE ONE: Meaty, strong chili. Cayenne peppers freshly ground adding considerable kick. Very impressive.

JUDGE TWO: Chili using shredded beef; could use more tomato. Must admit the cayenne peppers make a strong statement.


FRANK: My ears are ringing and I can no longer focus my eyes. I belched and four people in front of me needed paramedics. The contestant seemed hurt when I told her that her chili had given me brain damage. Sally saved my tongue by pouring beer directly on it from a pitcher. Sort of irritates me that one of the other judges asked me to stop screaming. Screw these rednecks!



Chili # 6: Vera’s Very Vegetarian Variety

JUDGE ONE: Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chili. Good balance of spice and peppers.

JUDGE TWO: The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, and garlic. Superb.


FRANK: My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous flames. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except Sally. I asked if she wants to go dancing later. Is chili an aphrodisiac? I’m getting shit-faced from all the beer.



Chili # 7: Susan’s Screaming Sensation Chili

JUDGE ONE: A mediocre chili with too much reliance on canned Peppers.

JUDGE TWO: Ho Hum, tastes as if the chef threw in canned chili peppers at the last moment. I should note that I am worried about Judge Number 3, he appears to be in a bit of distress.


FRANK: You could put a hand grenade in my mouth and pull the pin and I wouldn’t feel it. I’ve lost the sight in one eye and the world sounds like it is made of rushing water. My clothes are covered with chili which slid unnoticed out of my mouth at some point. Good, at the autopsy they’ll know what killed me. Go Sally, save yourself before it’s too late. Tell our children I’m sorry I was not there to conceive them. I’ve decided to stop breathing, it’s too painful and I’m not getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air I’ll just let it in through the hole in my stomach. Call the X-Files people & tell them I’ve discovered a super nova on my tongue.



Chili # 8: Helen’s Mount Saint Chili

JUDGE ONE: A perfect ending, this is a nice blend chili, safe for all, not too bold but spicy enough to declare its existence.

JUDGE TWO: This final entry is a good, balanced chili. Neither mild nor hot. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge Number 3 passed out, fell over and pulled the chili pot down on top of himself. Not sure if he’s going to make it. Poor Yank… I wonder how he’d have reacted to a really hot chili?


FRANK: (Unable to report.)



ASJ: Show #32: Christie Stratos

Historical fiction author, Christie Stratos, joins the show today. She talks about her psychological thrillers set in the Victorian era, the research that goes into writing fiction set in the past and her own video shows that she does with and for authors.

It was a great show to do and Christie was a magnificent guest! Enjoy!





A little earlier today I listed some of the reactions to the 2019 Dragon Awards from the woke crowd. We have a late entry to the field.

This personage, s/he doesn’t rate high enough on the annoyance meter to get a nickname, has crossed my path before. Namely, posting something very incorrect on her blog regarding my work, acknowledging receipt of the correction and its accuracy and then failing to publicly correct the error. It’s a common trait among the “woke”, their “truth” has zero fucks to give about the facts.

Anyway, s/he weighed in and s/he did so with a whopper. Here is the premise:

The Dragon Awards, despite holding a 4-to-1 or more advantage in voter participation over the Hugos, is still not a legitimate award because of the Goodreads Awards, which has somewhere around 100,000 voters.

Yes, they do have more voters, dear, they also vote on every genre out there, not just Sci-Fi/Fantasy. And lets add in all the non-fiction categories too. So yeah, they have more voters because they have a much larger pool to draw from.

How many of those tens of thousands voted in Sci-Fi/Fantasy? I’m betting the answer is not 100%. I’ll be surprised if its even 10%. Most of those voters are there for Romance and other higher drawing genres.

And let us not even get into the reason why I call it TrollReads. I know of one person who has 30, yes, THIRTY, different Goodreads accounts. How many of those votes are one person casting multiple votes for their choices? How many different people are in the mix with multiple accounts? Sorry, dear, no sale.

So s/he will have to forgive me if I am not impressed by Goodreads numbers when it comes to SF/F. The truth is, the Dragons are the number one award in SF/F, both in prestige and in voter participation.

The other point s/he brings up is that Indie publishers didn’t win this year and the larger publishers did. I’m not sure why that matters. As long as the number of voters continues to increase, the better read we will get on what types of stories SF/F really do enjoy.

This year’s Dragons sent a statement to the woke crowd, accounting for the wailing “REEEEEEEEEEEEE” we keep hearing: The trash you tried to shove down our throats is rejected, go peddle it to your own kind the next time you gather down in mom’s basement for Pop Tarts and Kool-Aid.

Yes, it was a good day for Baen and some of the other larger publishers. Yes, I’d like to see an Indie author collect of those amazingly beautiful awards. It looks like they have a new design this year and it looks awesome. As soon as I can track down a good photo of it, I’ll post it.

I don’t doubt for a second that an Indie publisher will have his or her name called one day soon. The challenge for those of us who are Indie (or a hybrid like me who publishes his novels Indie but publishes short stories traditionally) is to make it happen.

And it will happen, trust me.

And when that day arrives they’ll be able to hear the wailing and gnashing of teeth all the way to that little planet that circles Tau Ceti, 12 light-years from Earth.

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