Announcements: A Signing, Movies, and Release Dates

I'll be the first to admit that I'm lucky my brain hasn't exploded with how many different balls I'm juggling with my career, both as a film and video producer and a writer. Those jobs really aren't that different, to be honest. My career is as a storyteller. The fact that I can produce it on video or publish it in a book is just a matter of medium.

But I have some announcements and we'll get to them in order.

This is a reminder for my next signing. I will be at two different stores on February 18th, 2012 in the Salt Lake Valley. I'll be signing with Tracy Hickman, Dave Farland (Wolverton), L.E. Modessit, and Paul Genesse. Facebook events have been made for each store with more details. I hope to see you there as I will have the brand new print copies of God Bless You, Mr. Vonnegut on hand for the first time. Here's the first one. Here's the second one.
There are new items in the store. I've added the documentary films that I've produced, other films will be added there periodically.

On to release dates:

2/15/12 - God Bless You, Mr. Vonnegut (print)
2/15/12 - Lost at the Con (audio book cd with eBook versions)
5/25/12 - Operation: Montauk (print and digital)

There are some more projects that will come out in and around all of those dates, some I can't talk about yet.

I'll keep you updated, though!

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