AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is both an announcement and a Sunday Scribblings post!
Vic: You've got to be kidding. A book signing?
Ricky: Well, uh...yeah. You know, our book.
Kalila: You mean my book. It's all about me.
Ricky: Actually, I think it's about me.
Kalila: It can't be, Ricky. Why would anyone want to read about a human?
Ricky: (rolls his eyes) Why, indeed? Just tell me if you'll do it.
Kalila: Of course I want to meet my fans.
Bo: I'll be there, too. It's okay if I sign body parts, right?
Ricky: Um, well...
Bo: Never mind, then. Sounds like a waste of time.
Vic: I agree. Unless...(gives Ricky a quizzical look) we could combine this with a blood drive or something. That's doable, right?
Ricky: Sorry. There's a...uh...phlebotomist shortage. Really unfortunate, isn't it?
Lazaro: I want to go. People who read are smart. Smart brains taste good.
Ricky: I was thinking maybe you should stay here and rehearse, Lazaro. Keep an eye on the studio and all that. Wouldn't want anyone sneaking in and stealing your drums or anything.
Lazaro: Never thought of that. Good idea.
Ricky: (looks around) Nevin, are you in? You'll do the book signing, right?
Nevin: Of course, Ricky. Anything to help you and the band.
Ricky: Great, it looks like we've got it all figured out. The event is tentatively scheduled for May 15, but I'll have more details later.
Nevin: (claps hands) Wonderful!
Kalila: Considering that the book is about me, it's about time.
Ricky: Actually, I'm pretty sure it's about me.
Kalila: Impossible.
Ricky: I guess we'll find out, won't we?
It's almost here, folks! Maelstrom is in the final stages of cover design and should be available for purchase on or about May 15, 2010. More information soon!
Announcements
Monday, April 26, 2010
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Posted by
Ricky
Hi, everyone. The book about us is scheduled for release on or around May 15, 2010. I'm still not sure just what it's about, but whatever it is, I hope it's good publicity. I guess when it comes to rock bands, there's no such thing as really bad publicity, is there?
I'll have more information about the book soon.
The band will be going on tour from May 29 through June 12, and hopefully we'll be able to do a few book signings, in addition to our scheduled gigs. When we get back, we'll be inviting some of our author friends to visit, and Bo will not be hitting on them, right Bo?
Bo, are you listening?
I'm sure he's listening. He's just pretending to ignore me.
Well, back to planning publicity. If this book is any good and not all libel, we just might have a contest and give a few copies away, so stop back often!
I'll have more information about the book soon.
The band will be going on tour from May 29 through June 12, and hopefully we'll be able to do a few book signings, in addition to our scheduled gigs. When we get back, we'll be inviting some of our author friends to visit, and Bo will not be hitting on them, right Bo?
Bo, are you listening?
I'm sure he's listening. He's just pretending to ignore me.
Well, back to planning publicity. If this book is any good and not all libel, we just might have a contest and give a few copies away, so stop back often!
Maelstrom Extra: Feathered Friend
Sunday, April 18, 2010
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Maelstrom
This is a Sunday Scribblings offering, so be sure to check out Sunday Scribblings for more fun!
He had searched the rooms, the gift shop and the lobby. He had checked the hotel restaurant, to no avail. When Ricky stepped out onto the pool deck, it was with no real expectation that he'd have better luck here. He was about to leave in frustration and search the grounds, when something caught his eye.
There he was. But what was he doing standing in the corner, head tipped back, looking at the rain gutter with a goofy grin on his face?
Ricky walked over. "Nevin."
"Hi, Ricky."
"The equipment is loaded and everyone is on the bus, waiting. What are you—"
Nevin motioned for silence. "You'll scare her."
Ricky looked where Nevin indicated. Behind the rain gutter, he could make out bits of twig and grass, and a few pale feathers. "You're holding up the tour over a bird?"
"It's not just any bird. It's a dove. And she has a nest."
"All birds have nests," Ricky said. "It's what they do."
Nevin turned around. "Don't you see? She made it here, in a dangerous place. The gutter could break and the rain could destroy her eggs. A maintenance person could remove her nest and throw it away. Children playing at the pool could come over and find it, and think it's some kind of game or toy." He turned back to the bird with a sigh of pleasure. "She has faith in the world, Ricky. Isn't that lovely?"
Ricky kicked a pebble in annoyance. Birds didn't have faith, only instincts. And even if this particular bird had faith, what of it? "We don't have time for doves, trusting ones or otherwise. We have a gig to get to."
"Oh, Ricky." Nevin looked at him again, but this time with sadness in his eyes. "Where's your sense of wonder?" Without waiting for an answer, he walked away.
Ricky stood for a moment, looking after him, then glanced up again at the bird. She had shifted on her nest and was now eyeing him calmly, as if she knew she was being talked about and that she was safe.
Amazing, really. How did she know Ricky wouldn't hurt her?
"Good luck to you," he said softly. He walked away smiling.
He had searched the rooms, the gift shop and the lobby. He had checked the hotel restaurant, to no avail. When Ricky stepped out onto the pool deck, it was with no real expectation that he'd have better luck here. He was about to leave in frustration and search the grounds, when something caught his eye.
There he was. But what was he doing standing in the corner, head tipped back, looking at the rain gutter with a goofy grin on his face?
Ricky walked over. "Nevin."
"Hi, Ricky."
"The equipment is loaded and everyone is on the bus, waiting. What are you—"
Nevin motioned for silence. "You'll scare her."
Ricky looked where Nevin indicated. Behind the rain gutter, he could make out bits of twig and grass, and a few pale feathers. "You're holding up the tour over a bird?"
"It's not just any bird. It's a dove. And she has a nest."
"All birds have nests," Ricky said. "It's what they do."
Nevin turned around. "Don't you see? She made it here, in a dangerous place. The gutter could break and the rain could destroy her eggs. A maintenance person could remove her nest and throw it away. Children playing at the pool could come over and find it, and think it's some kind of game or toy." He turned back to the bird with a sigh of pleasure. "She has faith in the world, Ricky. Isn't that lovely?"
Ricky kicked a pebble in annoyance. Birds didn't have faith, only instincts. And even if this particular bird had faith, what of it? "We don't have time for doves, trusting ones or otherwise. We have a gig to get to."
"Oh, Ricky." Nevin looked at him again, but this time with sadness in his eyes. "Where's your sense of wonder?" Without waiting for an answer, he walked away.
Ricky stood for a moment, looking after him, then glanced up again at the bird. She had shifted on her nest and was now eyeing him calmly, as if she knew she was being talked about and that she was safe.
Amazing, really. How did she know Ricky wouldn't hurt her?
"Good luck to you," he said softly. He walked away smiling.
Maelstrom Extra: Non-Standard Deviation
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
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This is a Three Word Wednesday offering, so be sure to check out Three Word Wednesday for more fun!
Kalila was going to be furious.
Ricky scanned the dim, noisy room, trying to identify the one he sought in the sex-saturated atmosphere of hooting men and half-naked women.
There he was, at a corner table, being entertained by a cute Latina with a mane of heavy black curls. Ricky pushed his way through the crowd. “Dammit, Bo, they’ve been looking for you for days.”
Bo traced a finger along the girl’s g-string. “I’ve been doing my best to satisfy them, but there’s only one of me.”
“I’m talking about the band, not the girls, you deviate.”
Bo drew back, offended. “I’m not devious. Why do you call me that?” He looked at the girl on his lap. “I play straight with you, don’t I babe?”
She giggled. “You’re not exactly straight. Natasha says you go both ways, but that’s okay with me. You’re honest, at least.”
Bo gave a curt nod. “There you have it, Ricky. I’m not devious at all.” He gestured toward a chair beside him. “Sit down and have a drink. You need to learn to relax.”
“You’ve been missing rehearsals and they’re all out looking for you. Do you still want to be with the band or what?”
“I haven’t missed any shows, have I?”
“Not yet.”
“Good. Tell the others I’m having fun and I’ll see them when I see them.”
Ricky leaned his hands on the table. “That’s not how it works. You should be glad it’s me who found you and not Kalila.” He racked his brain for a way to entice him back. “Come with me now. I’ll take up for you. You won’t be in trouble.”
Bo shoved a bill in the girl’s g-string and motioned her off his lap. Then he looked up at Ricky with a dour expression. “Don’t lie to me. Kalila’s mad I lost track of time. I’m sorry.”
“I’ll make sure she doesn’t punish you.”
“You’re just a human. You can’t do anything.”
“You’re a demon and she knows time is a tricky concept for you. You haven’t missed any shows, so all’s well that ends well, right?”
“I guess.” He stood up and reached in his pocket. “I don’t suppose there’s time for just one more—”
“No.” Ricky motioned for him to follow and started weaving his way out of the smoky club.
“Can’t we stop on our way back for even a few minutes?”
“Not even for a few seconds.”
Outside, Bo paused to look up at the clear night sky while Ricky continued toward the parking lot. After a moment, he ran to catch up. “You know, this band stuff is a lot harder than I thought it would be.”
“A lot of things are in life.” Ricky unlocked the doors and gestured for him to get in.
“Yeah, but—”
“None of that.” He slid into the seat and fumbled for the ignition. “We each have a job to do, so let’s just stay on track. No deviations, no thinking. Thinking is how a person gets in trouble.”
“Not me. I have other ways.”
“You can say that again.”
“So…no chance at all for a little fun?” Bo rested a hand on Ricky’s knee.
Ricky slapped his hand away. “You just don’t know when to quit, do you?”
Bo leaned back in his seat and sighed. “Damn, you’re grouchy.”
Ricky glanced in his mirrors and prepared to merge onto the freeway. “Yeah, Bo. Whatever you say.”
Kalila was going to be furious, all right.
Kalila was going to be furious.
Ricky scanned the dim, noisy room, trying to identify the one he sought in the sex-saturated atmosphere of hooting men and half-naked women.
There he was, at a corner table, being entertained by a cute Latina with a mane of heavy black curls. Ricky pushed his way through the crowd. “Dammit, Bo, they’ve been looking for you for days.”
Bo traced a finger along the girl’s g-string. “I’ve been doing my best to satisfy them, but there’s only one of me.”
“I’m talking about the band, not the girls, you deviate.”
Bo drew back, offended. “I’m not devious. Why do you call me that?” He looked at the girl on his lap. “I play straight with you, don’t I babe?”
She giggled. “You’re not exactly straight. Natasha says you go both ways, but that’s okay with me. You’re honest, at least.”
Bo gave a curt nod. “There you have it, Ricky. I’m not devious at all.” He gestured toward a chair beside him. “Sit down and have a drink. You need to learn to relax.”
“You’ve been missing rehearsals and they’re all out looking for you. Do you still want to be with the band or what?”
“I haven’t missed any shows, have I?”
“Not yet.”
“Good. Tell the others I’m having fun and I’ll see them when I see them.”
Ricky leaned his hands on the table. “That’s not how it works. You should be glad it’s me who found you and not Kalila.” He racked his brain for a way to entice him back. “Come with me now. I’ll take up for you. You won’t be in trouble.”
Bo shoved a bill in the girl’s g-string and motioned her off his lap. Then he looked up at Ricky with a dour expression. “Don’t lie to me. Kalila’s mad I lost track of time. I’m sorry.”
“I’ll make sure she doesn’t punish you.”
“You’re just a human. You can’t do anything.”
“You’re a demon and she knows time is a tricky concept for you. You haven’t missed any shows, so all’s well that ends well, right?”
“I guess.” He stood up and reached in his pocket. “I don’t suppose there’s time for just one more—”
“No.” Ricky motioned for him to follow and started weaving his way out of the smoky club.
“Can’t we stop on our way back for even a few minutes?”
“Not even for a few seconds.”
Outside, Bo paused to look up at the clear night sky while Ricky continued toward the parking lot. After a moment, he ran to catch up. “You know, this band stuff is a lot harder than I thought it would be.”
“A lot of things are in life.” Ricky unlocked the doors and gestured for him to get in.
“Yeah, but—”
“None of that.” He slid into the seat and fumbled for the ignition. “We each have a job to do, so let’s just stay on track. No deviations, no thinking. Thinking is how a person gets in trouble.”
“Not me. I have other ways.”
“You can say that again.”
“So…no chance at all for a little fun?” Bo rested a hand on Ricky’s knee.
Ricky slapped his hand away. “You just don’t know when to quit, do you?”
Bo leaned back in his seat and sighed. “Damn, you’re grouchy.”
Ricky glanced in his mirrors and prepared to merge onto the freeway. “Yeah, Bo. Whatever you say.”
Kalila was going to be furious, all right.
