Club High Castle Pre-Pandemic

T-Minus 3 Days and counting! My website will launch and take off into the Interwebs on the first day of my favorite month of the year, October!   I've added a countdown to this blog because I'm excited! You should be too! I'll be doing a giveaway to celebrate the release of The Emperor's Archives (formerly known as Beneath the Red Lamp and Other Tales). Don't tell the emperor, but one of the prizes is an Amazon gift card. All systems are running on high octane as I complete the final stage of getting The Emperor's Archives ready. I'm on the dreaded copy editing phase. I won't have a release date until I finish copy editing. This is because I don't like giving out solid dates when I'm still in the process of doing something huge. As soon as I finish this monster task, I will announce a date and open the giveaway!

Workaholic Est. 0422, making and creating! I sort of dropped off the face of social media lately (how people manage to do ten million things and still have energy to tweet up a storm on Twitter is beyond me, and I will forever admire them for that ability!). Here's the scoop I've been working on several exciting projects that I'm thrilled and pumped about! Believe me when I say that I've been working non-stop on these projects for the past few weeks! Beneath the Red Lamp & Other Tales The short sequel to The Year is Now (TYIN) will FINALLY see the light of day. I'm working on an ebook of short stories set in the empire before and after the events of TYIN. Beneath the Red Lamp explores what becomes of Elly after the Battle of Pluto. Details on when this will be released will be coming soon. I don't like to give out dates like candy. I need to make sure that thing is polished before I let it join the dating scene ;) *This is not the final ...

This writing short is for my fellow females. Enjoy! :) 2116  The aerial tram zipped past columns of sky gardens, their iridescent domes glimmering in the sunlight as we sped away. I winced when a sudden wave of pain stung my abdomen. I bit my lower lip, fighting off the urge to curl into the fetal position. A perpetual anger tingled my senses, burning every last ounce of blood within me. I closed my eyes and thought of 2016. Here I was exactly one hundred years in the future—that is another story in itself. It won't be long, I told myself. And I'll never have to suffer through the monthly b.s. that comes with being female ever again . There was no way they didn't have remedies that actually worked. Hell, maybe they even had some sort of cure for the entire business—maybe one simple operation, and my body would release its damned eggs some other way. At that thought, I tried to smile, but pain exploded in my abdomen as the tram slowed to a stop. I looked up. T...

Special character guest, RIA Agent John Smith, talks about his latest assignment. Being a secret agent is not all glam, guns, and action. Exhibit G.305: Clyde Butterworth I don't know why I always get tossed the weird, odd-ball missions. Maybe Director Rollins hates me, I don't know. Last week I had to track down a lunatic wearing a baseball cap wrapped in foil. Yes. I had to follow this weirdo all over town (and no, he couldn't make it easy for me and live in the city). This nutjob lived in a dumpster by the A.D. railroad tracks of a small town up in the mountains. What did I learn? Clyde Butterworth spent his afternoons singing incoherent songs with a voice that made you want to smack your own face with a frying pan. When he wasn't singing, he was glued to a dented flask of empire-knows-what or collecting pine cones. And so, this “threat” to national security made last week a living hell. Honestly, what unknown atrocity did I commit to get stuck with suc...