It’s always nerve-wracking submitting writing for review, especially with the understanding that not every book is for everyone. Not to mention, some of my favorite books I didn’t finish the first time I picked them up. So yeah, reviews are very subjective.
So when I got my first critic review last week for Color of a Mirror from Kirkus Reviews, I was prepared for it to be some mixture of bad and good—and hoping for more of the latter. I’m so stoked to say that their final verdict was “Get It,” even going to on to call this unusual noir sci-fi story “Intricate, next-generation cyberpunk with a head-spinning finale.”
Just wow. Talk about head-spinning.
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A little about the book for those of you who may be new to this project: it centers around a cybernetically-enhanced musician who just wants to be a rockstar—which is apparently too much to ask. When one of her songs is used as the soundtrack to a viral homicide, she’s catapulted into the spotlight, only not like she’d imagined. Instead of following an action-heavy plot, the story is more focused on the interior dilemmas and relationships of the characters, as they strive to make it in a world that will crush them without a second thought.
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Check out the full Kirkus Review for a really good, spoiler-free write-up.
Sample the original soundtrack on Spotify and other major platforms.
And if all this makes you think you’d like to read the book, drop by my site here.
Hung. A little different from the others… Not so much an abstract design as sketch. Going back to my roots with some fantasy stylings.
Cutting Corners.
It’s that feeling you get far past the noon of night, when, as your day comes to a close, things begin, at last, to make sense.
It’s that urging that, if you could just grasp that feeling and hold its heart close in your hands, staying up through the dark and into the second day, you could achieve everything.
It’s that hastening of sleep which fights that urging, telling you that everything can be left for the morning.
It’s that pleading in the back of your mind; it begs you to push past the hastening, for in the morning, nothing will be as clear as it was in this moment.
And yet, every night, you always give in, knowing that real life will not forgive your whims.
And every morning you await the end of the day; you await that clarity and the chance to try again, assuring yourself it will be different this time.
Define insanity.
Then… turn the music a little louder and put on a fresh pot of coffee.
Scattered Song.
Initializing... chap1.exe
(this blog has lain dormant for quite some time, but I have been quietly working on new stuff. maybe someone out there is interested in where this all leads.)
Appropriate for today, as Lewis Hamilton's number is 44... Not where the design originally came from, but an afterthought that made it all work wonderfully. Best of luck to him in the Mexican GP.