As an author, I am bullheaded. And the latest thing I’ve been slamming my noggin at over and over is getting my advertising to work. I’ve published 3 books so far, and, as a very small author in a very large pool, I know that the only way that anyone is going to know about anything I write is to advertise, either on social media or in person or through paid advertising. Continue reading
FREE Book Giveaway! Yes, Really!
Hey everyone! Bonus post!
I Have A Question For You…”Is It Dystopia Time?” https://t.co/nH5eLfYSPF #giveaway #win via @RealKingSumo
— Brandon Scott (@coolerbs) April 4, 2020
I realize that a lot of people aren’t really in a place where they can justify buying books. So, I thought I’d make this free for a few people.
All you need to do is enter your email. And, then, at the end of the month, I’ll send three digital copies to people.
And I think some of you will really enjoy it.
If you like Dystopian Satire, this is perhaps the most ridiculous one you’re ever going to read. I decided to take the tropes of the genre and dial them up as high as I could go.
Surveillance cameras in a doorway? Try 11, all jockeying for the same view.
It’s silly, absurd, but still has fun characters and an exciting plot.
It’s the first of a five-book series that I’ve been working on for years and finally am getting into publishing each book. I expect to get the next one out within a month.
So, yeah, if you want to get into the story without spending any money, enter now!
Microfiction: Space Travel
They set out to fight for the sake of fighting. It didn’t matter much to them who was winning when they arrived; they would win when they got there. Guns the size of small ships adorned their hull—this wasn’t even going to be a challenge. Continue reading
This Is Our Job
I’m probably right to assume that a good chunk of the people who read my posts are artists, yeah? I think that’s a fair assumption of things.
I hope so, anyway, because I’m addressing you right now. I’m talking to the painters, the writers, the poets, the singers, the animators, and everyone else who makes things for the sake of aesthetics.
Give me your attention for a second. Continue reading
Microfiction: The Curious Bottle
Two scientists stood over the glass bottle, ogling it. Neither wanted to touch the thing, for obvious reasons.
“It filters,” one said. Continue reading
Announcing: Is It Dystopia Time? by Brandon Scott
I told you I was going to publish faster now.
(Oh, and I’m doing a FREE BOOK giveaway for this one.)
Yes, this one is only a novella, but still, I’m ramping up to being faster. This is the first in a five-book series I’m working on that seeks to lampoon the Dystopian Fiction genre by taking its tropes and dialing them up to eleven.
It is, admittedly, not a child-friendly book. Not by a long stretch. Content warning for you all.
But, if you like social commentary, very dark comedy, and villain minions that I literally keep getting compliments on whenever I show someone the story (I really didn’t expect them to get the most praise, but I’m not complaining) then come and give it a look.
I mean, you’re likely socially isolating anyway, so why not?
Microfiction: The Tactical Explosion
Technically, they did all of it legally. Everyone was moved far enough away that they weren’t in any danger. Businesses and workers and the population of the town were given fair amounts of money for their trouble—so, really, it didn’t feel like the gleeful act of mischief that Herbert wanted it to be. Continue reading
The Obligatory Coronavirus Article
If you’re tired of reading about the virus, then don’t read this article. I won’t be offended. Trust me, I’m absolutely fucking sick of hearing about it, too, and really don’t want to contribute to an air of panic. Continue reading
Microfiction: Our Meaning, Our Purpose
This was the discovery of the ancients. The tomes sifted, translated, checked again, then told to the greater community only when they were positive, only when they were certain, that this indeed was the truth of the matter. Continue reading
Microfiction: The House With The Small Hamper
Several families, couples, even a few wayward homeless people had stayed in that house, but they all left. They all fled, basically, slowly, yes, moving being what it is—but fled just the same from this house. They noticed the hamper, and tried to remove it, and found that they couldn’t. Continue reading
Microfiction: You’re Hired
“Oh, I have someone I pay to do that,” he said, putting up his feet on an oak stool. “They handle all my cooking.”
“He pays really well!” came a shout from the kitchen. Continue reading
Logistics
The older I get, the more it seems like the world runs on mostly logistics. The interplay of information, timing, and operational orders. Things happen at certain times, in certain ways, and if that remains true, then things work out according to plan.
And, the older I get, the more I end up dealing almost exclusively in thinking through and planning with logistics. Continue reading
Microfiction: Advice From A Trickster
He sat cross-legged in his chair and peered over his glasses with tired eyes.
“You rang?” he said, sounding like he might laugh any second.
“I’m told you can help me with something?” the merchant said, taking a step forward.
“Oh sure, I can.”
“Okay?”
“But will I?” Continue reading
Microfiction: Private Time
It was a secret. No one could know what he did in his own room when no one was watching. He’d sit there at his computer screen, glance around and behind him.
And only when he was sure that he was truly alone, would he eye that can of soda. Peer at it. Continue reading
Microfiction: Revision
Sing a song loudly, and they will hear.
“But who is ‘they?’” he asked, and the narrator looked down at him and quirked his mouth.
“I don’t know, I’m being vaguely biblical, I guess?” Continue reading
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