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Update!

Over the weekend, I had the distinct pleasure of being a guest at the very first Salt City Steam Fest in Salt Lake City. It was a steampunk gathering where costumers and genre fans got together to learn about a lot of different things, show off their costumes, and have fun. 

I was able to do a writing panel with Howard Tayler from Schlock Mercenary. Howard and I have been circling each other professionally in time and space for many years, but this was the first time we'd actually, officially met. He's a very excellent person, a scholar, a gentleman, and a very knowledgeable writer. His podcast, Writing Excuses, which he appears on with Brandon Sanderson, Dan Wells, and Mary Robinette Kowal, is something worth checking out if you're interested in writing.

I feel like I learned as much as I taught and met a lot of people who were new to my material and  eager to check it out.

For those who missed me, I have another signing this weekend. The Mediocre Show contingent in Salt Lake is planning a whole bunch of events and on Saturday, at 7pm, they will be imbibing spirits at Brewvies Cinema Pub and have asked me to come and sell and sign books. So, I'd be happy to see you there and sign some books for you.

As far as a writing update: I was asked late last week to pinch hit for a short story anthology and they needed me to turn a 5k word story around by today. I just sent it off and I think it turned out really well. If they end up using it, you'll hear about it. If they don't, you'll still hear about it.

I took that distraction from my new novel manuscript quite hesitantly, but I think it was worth it.

I'll be working on other stuff you'll be seeing soon, too. I'll be continuing my "Writing Rules" series, I'll be jumping back on the "Confessions of an Independent Filmmaker" series, and I'll be working on some anthologies for Silence in the Library, the publishing imprint who published Operation: Montauk.

And on top of that, I'm still working on this next manuscript that I think everyone is really going to like.

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