I kept meaning to talk about this earlier, but thanks to the ongoing dumpster fire that is everything to do with America right now, I haven’t been able to get the necessary enthusiasm levels going. (And yes, it’s petty in the face of all other things, but thanks a fucking bunch, Trump voters, for ruining both my BFF Mike’s birthday and my book announcement day.)
So. DO OVER. The dumpster fire still burns, but I am carving out a place to be happy and excited about the fact that I have written a novel, and a publisher liked it so much that they bought said novel from me, with actual money, and will subsequently be printing it on thin sheets made from the corpses of trees and sending it out into the world.
And the cover? IS AWESOME.
(And yes, Alex Wells is me. Written under a pen name for reasons I shall explain some other time.)
It’s a book about underdogs fighting corporate greed in the place of a weak and absent government. It’s about a fledgling labor union. There’s also gunfights and space witches, so I’d like to think there’s something for everyone who wants to take down the man. And I wrote the rough draft of it many years ago.
If you regularly read my short stories, you’ve already met the woman on the cover. That’s Hob Ravani, and her origin story made an appearance in Mothership Zeta.
I’m so excited about this, and I can’t wait til you guys get a chance to read it!