aroslav: Blog

Yep. Fell asleep at the keyboard yesterday morning and knocked my coffee over. Got it mopped up and everything dried. Computer worked fine all afternoon. Even watched movies until almost midnight. Got up this morning and computer wouldn't start. Not even a power light when it was plugged in. Dead dead dead. I'm headed into Best Buy this afternoon to get a data recovery and then I'll take the computer over to Costco to get it repaired or replaced. This time, I bought a replacement contract when I bought the computer in January. Yeah. Right after I dumped coffee on my last keyboard. And this one was in a sippy cup so not much spilled. It wasn't like an entire cup of coffee like last time. Oh well. If I get the most recent data, which includes my newest development files for the four stories I'm working on, all will be well. Sheesh!

With travel somewhat restricted by quarantines and isolation, I've been at a bit of a loss regarding where to spend the winter this year. Last year I spent six months in Texas in April. The year before I was at Quartzsite in Arizona. I spent the two previous winters at Glen Eden Nudist Resort in Corona, CA. You get the idea. I'm a snowbird and go where it's warm in the winter. Usually.

This winter will be different. Thanks to author GMbusman, I took a tour of the Olympic Peninsula this week and found a Marina/RV Park in Port Townsend, WA. The RV slot I reserved is about fifty or seventy-five feet from the gently lapping waves of Admiralty Inlet or Port Townsend Bay in Puget Sound. I can look across the Sound at Whidbey Island. I'll be moving my trailer there the first of November for six months.

In the meantime, I'll be headed back to Idaho to get my trailer winterized and ready to roll. It's been nice to be with family the past two weeks, but it's time to be back home. (On wheels.)

This morning, I began posting the pre-release version of Pussy Pirates, a story in Thinking Horndog's Swarm Cycle universe, for my patrons. I'm holding the grand release here on SOL on election day so we all have something to look forward to that day. It's going to be fun. Said Thinker: "I loved it!"

So, I'm still trying to decide among four projects for my NaNoWriMo WIP this year. Lots of possibilities and last night another wormed its way into my subconscious and I'm trying to decide if it is time to add a fourth volume to the Hero Lincoln Trilogy. One of the things I've been doing is re-editing all my earlier works and getting them posted on my own website as well as here. I'm happy to say most don't need much work or any work. My first story here, The Art and Science of Love, is fully re-edited and expanded so much that I'll be posting it separately from the original as V2. That's coming up near the end of the year.

It's a constant rush to write, edit, design, and release. I'm still trying to get my fingers to catch up with my head!

Enjoy!

The next Dag Hamar cyber mystery begins today. Wayzgoose has posted the first two chapters of For Mayhem or Madness. This is a shorter mystery and will post two chapters every three days until October 18. Enjoy my alter ego's newest!

I really didn't need one more publishing account to keep track of but rule changes this year say that all sale of eBooks advertised on SOL have to be made through Bookapy, so I'll no longer be advertising them for sale through my own website. I get it. If we're advertising on SOL, SOL should get some benefit from it. And who knows? Maybe Bookapy will become so wildly successful that we can all give a well-deserved finger to Amazon.

I have some 50-plus novel-length stories on SOL under the author names of aroslav, Wayzgoose, and J-Hop. It's going to take a while to get all of them up on Bookapy. But I'm approaching it in a sort of logical way. I think. For the past two years, I've been releasing my stories on my own website for my Patreon patrons and for people who simply wouldn't come to a 'sex story' site to read my books. I'm still committed to having all my stories-erotica and mainstream-available here on SOL. I recently discovered I had a dozen books on SOL that I hadn't yet converted for my own site and half of those have never been released as eBooks. So, that's how I'm approaching it.

This week, in honor of starting the serialization of The Props Master 2: A Touch of Magic, I'm releasing all three of the Props Master series on Bookapy. Behind the Ivory Veil, Ritual Reality, and A Touch of Magic. So, download a complete library today! https://bookapy.com/s/198/the-props-master-2-a-touch-of-magic

These join my earlier release of Adams' Apples which was well-received. Next week, I hope to release the Erotic Paranormal Romance Western Adventure series-Redtail, Blackfeather, and Yelloweye. In the future, my intent is to release eBooks at or near the time I begin serialization on SOL.

And yes, there are books coming in the future. I currently have three books in various stages of editing that I hope to have available in the near future. I have one book nearing completion to be sent to editors, and I have two more books that I'm developing the concepts and outlines for. At least one of them will be my November project for NaNoWriMo. Lots more in store.

Enjoy!

It's September and I'm happy to start another serial today with The Props Master 2: A Touch of Magic. I'll be posting a chapter every three days.

This story is the long-awaited sequel to The Props Master 1: Ritual Reality. The story will make more sense if you read the first and the prequel first, but it is filled with magic and illusion that I think you can appreciate regardless. In this volume, Wayne Hamel, known variously as the Props Master, the Vagabond Priest, and the Unbound is fulfilling the commission he was given at the end of Ritual Reality. He and the four priestesses of his inner circle swore to guide and protect Serepte Allen until such time as she could fulfill her own destiny and rescue the man trapped Behind the Ivory Veil in the prequel.

It's five years after Ritual Reality and Serepte is now eighteen. She's moved the circle to Minneapolis where she continues her musical studies at the University of Minnesota. The move has freed her mother, Rebecca Hart Allen-the high priestess of Coven Carles-to return to Greece in search of her lost husband. When a traveling magician comes to Minneapolis to do his illusions at the Showbox, where Wayne works as the lighting technician, the pieces are all in place for a dramatic conclusion.

But a demon man has also arrived on the scene and his quest for the goddess and her power plays havoc with their plans. As the Great Paris tells his audience, it's all an illusion. None of this is real.

I'm happy to return to the story I began forty years ago. Enjoy!