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Tis the Day of Pranks
Where nothing is what it seems
Or everything is true
Paranoia settles in
With no escape until the dawn
Traps are lurking
Yet maybe they are not
Is that friend genuine
Or coaxing you into their web?
For one day
Everyone is out to get you
Unless they are not
The real truth is
You will never know
Books have power. Things are as simple as that. You read a book and it can change you even in a minor way. Maybe just a smile whenever you think of a favorite scene or a curse when you remember the horrible ending. Those are rather ‘cosmetic’ compared to a book that makes you see the world differently. So, let’s get on with the fun:
Welcome to today’s edition of Lisa Burton Radio. I’m your host, Lisa Burton, the robot girl. We have a very special guest with us today, Talla the goblin girl.
Today’s show is sponsored by The Goblin Trilogy, by Jaq D. Hawkins. Our Guest, Talla, appears in these stories. Welcome to the show Talla.
“Um, hello.”
“This story takes place after a geological polar shift. This leaves kind of a mess. What can you tell us about it? Listeners want to know what’s lost, and what’s left.”
“What you call a polar shift, we call the Turning, because the planet turns over. Land masses change and high winds destroy much of what is on the surface. The place above the caverns where I live was a great city of humans, now the buildings they made are all damaged, some reduced to rubble. It is a cleansing process, because the technology the…
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A big chunk of an indie author’s life is promoting their books. Whether it’s available or about to come out, you need to spread the word. Yet, sometimes an author might go too far and things begin to unravel. At least mentally.
Final day of fan art and we’re going with Delvin’s old mercenary crew, The Frozen Blades. Teaser Tuesday will be back in April. Enjoy more Windemere fan art from Kayla Matt!
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Our spirit of inspiration
Gentle pixie on our shoulder
With her ink-stained wings
And body cloaked in paint
Flitting on the edge of thought
Heard just enough to guide our dreams
Her power is at our cores
Dwelling in our mind and heart
She balances upon a scale
Held aloft by our self-worth
Easily tipped to madness
And swallowed by despair
She is a fragile creature
That can break at any moment
Leaving us a twitching husk
Adrift in harsh reality
With no wings to help us soar
No voice to call us home
She cannot die for good
Unless we will it to be so
We can fight to bring her back
Absorb the pain that made her fall
Using it to forge new strength
And revive our fragile muse
(An old poem from my files.)
Okay, I understand I’ve been turning this into a weekly rant. This is really the only place I put aside for life stuff, so crap tends to come out. This week isn’t any different and I’m going to be trying to explain the most recent mess.
My wife does temping and I do writing, which means no health insurance from those. We have been under a state program since the job loss of 2015. This isn’t something we’re happy about, but you can’t survive without insurance unless you have enough money to buy a private island. Yeah, I’m getting bitter. Anyway, we found out Monday that we’re getting dropped by the end of the month. There was crying, rage, cursing, and the usual stuff that comes with getting a steel-toed boot to the groin. We spent the week trying to get our newer information in and begging to be made a priority. The wife did most of the talking since my job confuses them and it was clear that I was more interested in screaming at people. This is a time where those automated telemarketers come in oddly handy. I yelled at ‘Bridget’ for a good five minutes to feel better.
Now the crux of the issue revolves around the kid. He has a dentist appointment in late April, which is both a cleaning and the start of something harrowing. Last time, we found out that he had a 25th baby tooth (most people have 24) and the extra was heading in an odd direction. From the look of the x-ray, it was going up to his eye or something. We’ll find out more in April, but that tooth has to go no matter what. That means oral surgery this summer and we really would like insurance to cover some of that. He’ll have to be put under, which is stressful enough. Adding the fear that the whole thing will cost an entire college fund doesn’t help.
So, it’s been a really bad week that resulted in me doing more errands and cleaning than writing. So Ritual of the Lost Lamb is still in the works and should be done at some point next week. I have 1.5 chapters left and today is out because it’s a zoo day as long as the weather holds. Tomorrow might allow me to get a little work done. I won’t be holding my breath since every speck of time seems to call for the universe to bend me over the coals. There are other headaches going on that are keeping my mood down and not much chance to be free of it. You can only shrug off so much.
Hoping to see ‘Batman vs Superman’ next weekend since my birthday weekend (April 9th) is busy with appointments. That and a birthday party for a younger generation of cousin that Aidan is very excited about. If only they had stuff like bouncy castles for adult parties, which sounded cleaner in my head.
So, what’s the plan for the week?
Today I have a special treat for everyone. C.S Boyack’s lovely assistant, Lisa Burton, is touring blogs to promote his latest book: The Playground. She is here to give her opinion on the combination of magic and technology. As a very advanced robot herself, I’m sure Lisa has some unique insight into this. Also, I should make another apology for anything Lloyd said when she interviewed him. Welcome, Lisa.
Lisa Burton
Hi Charles, thanks for inviting me. Craig said you wanted to know about the mixing of technology and magic in stories.
As a robot girl, I never would have believed it possible, but the more I read the more I come across it. There is a bit of mixing in The Playground too.
This story involves a series of high-tech dolls for children. They contain access to The Playground Network, designed especially for children. These things talk to the kids, and understand just like a real person. You know, high-tech.
There is also a high-tech drug in the story called Microbe-Bots lotion. This lotion is programmable and can target specific amino acids, cancer cells, and other things.
That’s all right in my wheelhouse as a robot. That’s stuff I can get behind. Craig added the netherworld, with an angel of death, ghosts, and a Hoodoo practitioner that does strange things with a human finger.
Somehow, Craig managed to pull it all off and it makes a pretty good story. I think there is no limit for a creative author. If you want to mix technology with magic there’s no reason you can’t. Craig did it once before, in Panama, only that was all steam tech. The trick is to sell it well, and that usually involves research.
Don’t let Craig fool you, I do most of his research. He filters through it for the pieces he likes.
While I’m here, Craig always makes me bring posters to his hosts. This one is me with a dog that plays a prominent role in the story. We were supposed to have a nice hugging pose, but he’s kind of a bad dog.
There is a cherry 1970 Pontiac GTO Judge in the book. I have a swag deal that lets me keep everything I pose with. I didn’t want the stupid dog and sent him back. He would have scared Bunny, my pet rabbit. I would have kept that GTO though.
The Playground by C.S. Boyack
Blurb
The hottest toys of the Christmas Season are the Playground Network dolls. They contain a worldwide social network for children. Except, the network is controlled by a ruthless businessman with dreams of power.
To reach his goals he turns to the occult. Will our children make up his personal army? Could we have an enemy soldier in every home?
Gina Greybill is a cancer survivor who stumbles into her own brush with the paranormal. She wants nothing to do with it, but may be the only one who can bring down the Playground Network. To do it she’ll have to embrace her new situation, and recover the next generation of Playground software.
There is competition for the software in the form of a brutal thug named Clovis. He’s bigger, more ruthless, and more experienced. To top it all off, he has a head start.
The Playground is suitable for more mature readers, due to violence and mature themes.
Greetings everyone! Today, I am turning 26 (feels like 96, if you ask me!), and to celebrate, my book, “Colour Me In Cyanide & Cherries” will be on a huge discount for a week. If you wanted to grab a copy, now is the best time! Clicking on the photo leads you there.
Third year in a row, I would like to, on this day of my birth, leave you with some poetry to read. Read it out loud and let it echo through whatever season, time of day or night you are, in hope that all the good lives we are not yet living do not crack our bones with their weight!
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