It’s a clear evening and cold. I’m walking at the edge of my small town, away from what little light pollution the area produces this late at night. Far above me are the stars. I can recognize some major constellations—Orion and the Big Dipper are pretty obvious—but they don’t look like they did when I lived near or in cities. They don’t look like a few stars in an obvious shape; they are part of a tapestry of hundreds and hundreds of twinkling pinpricks.
Spring is here, and we're excited about the warmer weather, as well as the two new books we've got in the works!
The Disposable's first publishing anniversary is coming up on April 1st - no joke! - and, come late summer, it will be a big sister! The second book in Katherine Vick's hilarious Plot Bandits trilogy is on its way! The Merry Band may be slightly longer than The Disposable, but it doesn't drag-on. (Or does it?) It'll dwarf the competition; you'd better prepare your elf!
Happy St. Patty’s Day, and luck o’ the Irish to ye! (You bet I'm wearing green today, as I'm not fond of getting pinched. ;)
Thinking of shenanigans and malarkey . . . It’s been a while since we’ve done a fun blog post related to one or more of our novels, such as a character interview, so we thought it was high time to have some fun with our books here again!
I want to write right now, and I totally don’t feel like it.
I’ve been like this all morning—I’ve been up for about five-and-a-half hours so far—and it shows no sign of going away. I feel antsy, like I need to do something, but I don’t know what. Should I go to a café to write? Sometimes that works—but I don’t want to drive down there and spend money and sit down only to feel like I do now, like I am incapable of actually writing. Should I take a walk instead? Or will that only make me feel worse, for putting off what I wish to do?
So now it has come to this. You have striven all year, scraping and saving your money, laboring to feed yourself and your family, to heat your house and bring what creature comforts you can into your existence. You had thought to put it off, but time has a way of marching forward inexorably. January 1st has passed, followed by January 31st, and beyond that--
Beyond that, April 15th.
It's almost Valentine's Day, and we're feeling the love! As a token of our love for all our fans, followers, family, and friends (and that was to show our love for alliteration!) we've put our most romantic book on sale. From now through February 17th, the e-book of Painter of the Dead is only 99 cents! This tantalizing paranormal romance brings ancient Egypt to life in modern-day Chicago.
This post, below the Read More button, originally appeared in Katherine Vick's blog. It perfectly fits the values of Thinklings and the reason we got started. (No, we didn't put her up to writing it. :)
The entertainment industry—all areas of it—really does need people willing to take risks on the stories that are less "mainstream," so that more original content can be enjoyed by all, more voices can be heard, and our collective cache of creative works can expand and flourish.
If you agree, spread the word about Thinklings and support us in our mission to give "different" quality books a chance!
This post first appeared in Deborah's blog.
So, as those who’ve been following my blog know, I’ve been engaging with a lot of Japanese media lately, and especially anime and light novels (with a bit of manga thrown in). As in, I’ve read over 100 Japanese novels in the past six months. This is relevant because in the particular subgenre I read, I’ve noticed a trend. It goes like this:
We all know that 2020 was a rough year. And that's putting it mildly. But we thought we'd try to look back at it and focus on what went right, rather than on what went wrong. So here's our list of good things that happened last year:
This post is used with permission from its author, Katherine Vick. It originally appeared in her blog.
The human imagination is an extraordinary thing, when you stop and think about it. Being as I am not of a scientific bent, I have no idea of the ins and outs of how it can possibly work, how it is that a lump of grey meat inside a wrapping of bone could possibly generate images, ideas, unheard sounds, regurgitate things once seen and create whole new universes out of nothing. Indeed, to be honest, I don’t want to understand how it works - that would destroy the magic. I’m quite happy just to have the means to play in new and never-before-seen realms in the depths of my own head.
But there is another special thing about the imagination – it is unique.