Showing posts with label DABWAHA. Show all posts
Showing posts with label DABWAHA. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

THE RETURN OF DABWAHA!

They said it couldn't happen. They said we were toast. Ham and cheese on rye, I believe. But YOU showed them how wrong they were. How a side of nuts and a handful of chips could make all the difference to lunchtime. And the war against tyranny.

I don't know. Something like that.

Anyway, Round THREE of the Dabwaha and we're still here. This time we're up against the Red Queen herself, Abi Roux, who sums it up thusly.

All we can do is...our damnedest. The voting begins Midnight on Thursday (which some of you may think of as still Wednesday) and runs till Thursday noon. You vote here and you vote often. With as many IP addresses as you have time and energy and arcane computer skilz.

And to encourage the madness, here's the coat of arms devised by those shrewd and canny elves at Blind Eye Books. If that doesn't inspire you, well, I can't imagine what would.





Saturday, March 23, 2013

Baby, I Need You Now!

The Irregulars anthology squares off against Riptide Publishing in Round 2 of the Zippety Dabwaha Death Match 3000!!!

But I know you don't want rhetoric and shameless appeals to emotion. So here is a list of hard, cold facts as to why you should be voting for Ginn Hale, Nicole Kimberling, Astrid Amara, and yours truly.

See the video here.


And THEN you can pop over here and vote. You don't even have to register. You can vote on every electronic device in the house! In fact, we NEED you to vote on every electronic device in the house. This is going to be an uphill battle.

Think of us. The gallant RAF battling against the brutal Luftwaffe.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Come Unto These Yellow Sands Vs THE WORLD!!!

So I've changed the blog header to reflect the season. I know it's not officially spring for a couple of weeks, but frankly, we never really had a winter this year. Unless Mother Nature has something wet and icy up her flowing sleeve, I believe it's safe to call it.

Spring.

I guess I should offer a full sabbatical update. Maybe later this week or this weekend? I have been busy, but to be perfectly honest, it's been pretty dull so far. Two years worth of taxes and a refi on the house, a lot of paperwork to catch up on (STILL catching up on), judging a couple of literary awards, and the business of getting all these reverting titles back into play under my own imprint.

Imprint sounds a bit grand. I mean...under my own name.

Anyway, several more titles will be coming back to me this spring -- and I'll also begin reacquiring print titles (though I haven't quite decided what to do with them yet).

Really that doesn't seem much to show for three months, does it? I cleared out the bedroom closets! That should count for something.

Ah! I did have a purpose in starting this blog! Just in case you suspected my mind was beginning to wander. Come Unto These Yellow Sands (which I personally think is one of my all time best efforts) has been nominated in this year's DABWAHA.

The GLBT field is especially tough this time around, but I still think I've got a fair shot. Anyway, the madness and mayhem begin this Sunday. You can find out more about how the whole thing works right here.

It was a lot of fun last time, I have to admit. Mostly because of the lengths readers were willing to go to for their favorite books and authors. Well, not just readers! Authors too. :-D

Anything could happen this time -- and probably will. Stay tuned!