So, Arbutus battle report from yesterday.

It was… instructive. Also, highly remunerative. Enough so that I’m wondering anew whether having the propane gas tank explosion and foot traffic diversion at the Laurel Main Street Festival made the difference between profitability and not, after all. I got a decent number of people pleasantly surprised to see somebody selling fantasy novels, which suggests to me that this market is underserved*.

On the other hand, I managed to skin my knee and palm from a fall (uneven pavement), the load-in and load-out situation was kind of insane, and I almost got hit by a deer on the way home. Also, I am pretty definitely an introvert. These big venues are draining. It took me most of the day to recharge. Gonna need to toughen up on that!

Anyway, next up is Savage Fest. Hopefully I’ll have physical copies of the Fermi Resolution RPG to actually sell, at this point…

*Also, I need to get on with BANSHEE BEACH. Gonna need that book for next year, and maybe another illustrated chapbook.

Patreon Microfiction: “Undude Ranch.”

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I’m always interested in the question, What do you do when the Undead abomination isn’t being abominable? At what point do you start minding your own damned business? “Undude Ranch” represents one end of that spectrum – but what’s the ethical stance if the skeletons do, say, leech life force out of humans or something, and they know it, which is why they moved to Death Valley and put up “Do Not Disturb” signs?

Patreon!

Selling books at town festivals is not for the timid, apparently.

Earlier:

Just now:

I endure.

Arbutus Arts Festival tomorrow!

Temperatures in the upper eighties, but at least it’ll be cloudy. Either rain or actual shine would be a problem, in their own special ways. Light posting tomorrow and stop on by if you’re in the area!

…I have no idea how this is going to go. Hopefully there’ll be fewer propane explosions, at least. Once in convention season is fine (well, unless it’s your propane tank). Having a second one go off in my vicinity might get me tagged as a Jonah.