That New-New

Okay… we have a lot to discuss.

If you eat the same food, over and over again, it gets boring, right? You even say bizarre things like, “No! I don’t want French fries anymore! Bring me some tater tots.”

Now, there are two very wrong things at play.

Tots are delicious. (Yes, I spell checked, and misspelled “delicious” like 5 times. It only has an “s” at the end…) and should not be used as a 2^nd option. They are a mood-food. “I feel like tots today!” That is the proper respect for tater tots.

Like sweet potato doppelgangers of their traditional counterparts. (I misspelled “doppelgangers” also, BUT in my defense, the “l” should go before the “e” right?) (I misspelled “defense” too… “s” not “c.” That is the writer’s life when you have spell check. We lose the ability to spell easy things.)

I DIGRESS!

Fries and tater tots.

Let’s shake things up.

No one wants to hear my drivel over and over again. Sure! You want to know my writer process and where ideas come from. Even the occasional picture and comments about my gorgeous wife is a breath of fresh air. But, let’s be honest.

Too many French fries can ruin the treasure that is fried potatoes. (Not me.)

We can steak them, show-string them, wedge them, curl them, season them, waffle them (sign of the cross for Chik-fil-a), smother them, and for you Californians, wrap them in a burrito with carne asada and sour cream. After you re-shape them, (like maybe 19 blog posts) YOU WANT DAMN TATER TOTS!

We are going to have many… yes many, guest bloggers for the duration of posts for The Fall of the Nine. Some of them have already written and will predate the book launch. YES! Haley and Tiarra will finally make their presence known! (I do have voices in my head, but these two are real people, promise.)

Also, I have poets, bloggers, other authors, and… yes… the woman of the women… MY MOM!

Only one of those other people know. 🙂

But they all will, because they love me. The variations of their blogs will make things beautiful, and ENTERTAINING. That is the goal.

If you wonderful, beautiful folks have stuck around this long, even if 3 of you are reading, that’s what matters. (Yes, Monika, I know you read this, you beautiful woman.)

Monika is one of my mentors who has built me up and been there before I knew that a gerund and hanging participle were more than bar shots. (I don’t think they are, but I’ll invent them.)

So, next week, you will be forced to see the inner workings of Haley’s mind. Her initial draft was so robotic, I had to tell her, “Less ‘Terminator,’ more ‘Viking.’”

Thank the Norse gods she fixed it.

Then Tiarra. (Another sign of the cross for you, the readers.)

I’ll preface them, don’t worry. You’ll be stuck with miniature blips of my “-ness.”

So, I hope you’re ready, because, at the very least, this will be fun for me. Watching them squirm when I tell them their post is going live will be so satisfying.

As always, you folks are the best, and I appreciate all you do. Reading, imagining, and keeping the Deep Magic alive by your thoughts is what makes Fantasy a thriving industry.

Have a wonderful week.

And order some tater tots.