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Release date!

Monday, August 7th, 2017

True: Ethan” will be out August 29th, 2017! W00t!

Good news, bad news, and “I’m not sure how you’ll take this” news.

Sunday, January 15th, 2017

Bad news first: All Romance eBooks up and shut its doors. What’s up with that? Those who got emails letting them know of the closure only got three days notice, so I genuinely hope that you were able to download your libraries. I’ve lost my books before and I know it sucks. Luckily this time I had my books downloaded and backed up, as I did not get a notice of closure. I did get an offer to buy advertising space from ARe less than a week before they closed, so that was mad sketchy. And really sad, given what a strong and trustworthy part of the community they had been. It’s also going to be a weird transition for me because most of my sales didn’t come from Amazon, they came from ARe, which I’m told is not the norm.

But good news! I’m writing again! Just a few hundred words a day, but that’s the pace I was going at when I wrote Paul’s Dream, so I choose to take it as a good sign. Paul’s Dream is probably my most thoughtful and intricately written novel.

Other news: I mentioned in a previous blog that sometimes I hop onto other sites with a different name and post stories to stretch my writing muscles and relieve some pressure. Also not to be judged. I like really weird things. There’s definitely a tentacle story somewhere in my future. The far future. My immediate future features a few comics. Aaaand those comics are in the FMG genre. FMG stands for “Female Muscle Growth,” as opposed to “Male Muscle Growth” (MMG), which is what I’m best known for.

FMG has a lot of similar tropes to MMG, as well as a lot of tropes specific to the genre. I’ll probably get into those in another blog, because that is a LONG post.

Anyway, when I write FMG I do it under the name Arie, and I used to post exclusively on a site called Brawna.org. Which is down now. (Oh internet! Why do you keep disappearing on me!?) But I recently moved what I had written to a deviantArt account, and why yes, you can totally read my stuff! Thank you so much for asking!  XD

Here’s the link: http://ariecle.deviantart.com/gallery/

And here’s the link to one I wrote as fanfic http://mrgreyman.deviantart.com/art/Wish-Fulfullment-fc2-by-Arie-308254101 to this: http://ariecle.deviantart.com/art/Very-Short-Scene-Wish-Fulfillment-274638721

I haven’t quite figured out the logistics, but I’ll be making room on my site for the Arie McBride stuff soon. It’s not going to be everyone’s cup of tea, but that’s okay. FMG is ridiculous. But almost every story I write is ridiculous. I have a character who makes a room full of people orgasm by snapping his fingers, and that’s from my “thoughtful and intricately written” novel. Ridiculous is my wheelhouse and I love it. So I hope that at least you’ll be entertained as you watch me jump from genre to genre.  🙂

 

 

 

Out of Print Blues

Wednesday, October 26th, 2016

So I finally updated my website to indicate which books are out of print. I’d been avoiding it because it’s, well, depressing. On the upside, my health is a little better, and I’m taking that as a good sign that my little orphans will have new homes soon. 🙂

Project 42

Wednesday, October 26th, 2016

Story Blurb: A soldier wakes up with no memory and a charming young doctor looking after him.
http://RowanMcBride.com/stories/serials/


If you’d like to make a comment about any of the Project 42 installments, or the story as a whole, you can do it here.

W00t!

Tuesday, September 27th, 2016

​Which writer just sold a sexually explicit comic book script?  THIS writer just sold a sexually explicit comic book script!

Deets to come soon-ish. In the meantime, tequila for everyone! Rowan WROTE AND FINISHED something!
ヾ(-_- )ゞ

Just Perfect is going out of print

Monday, January 25th, 2016

My novella, Just Perfect, will be officially out of print on January 31st, 2016. As of now, it’s still available from most e-book sellers, but on the 31st it’ll start disappearing from stores at varying speeds.

I’m sorry for the short notice but I myself just found out yesterday.

Just Perfect was always meant to be episode 1 of a 4-part series. I think the best course of action now is to complete the series first before I even put part 1 out there again.

I know JP is one of my more unorthodox stories (which is saying a lot, considering what I write), so thank you to everyone who read and enjoyed it. Hopefully when the set is complete, you’ll enjoy it even more. 🙂

— Rowan

Huh.

Thursday, January 8th, 2015

So I went to fix the Jascian error I mentioned in my previous post, and its Goodreads entry is… gone. I don’t suppose anyone knows what might have happened to it? I wasn’t the one who first created the entry, so I don’t know whether I should create a new one, especially since it’s unfinished and might violate the ever-changing librarian rules to do so.

I liiiiive.

Tuesday, December 9th, 2014

Home. Gonna crash, then post when I have the energy. Thank you for all the get well wishes. 🙂

Ack

Monday, December 1st, 2014

Running out of battery life so I’m just gonna copy/paste the message I posted to my newsletter ~~

Heya peeps. Currently in the ER and getting the side-eye from a tech for using my cell, I guess? I’m not sure if tthat’s still a no but I’ll probably find out if my battery doesn’t run out first.

At any rate, it doesn’t look like I’m getting out tonight or even later today, so the new chapter of OoUMK will be a little late. I have a word processing program on my phone, but left both my charger and my notebook at home. >.< I don't know if this message will get to you, but I hope it does. I will def type up/upload thecchapter as soon as I can. If you could do me a solid and post a mmessage on your social media portals letting people know why I'm late with an update less than three months in, I'd really appreciate it.  I'll try to post a message on my blog if the God of Battery Life is merciful. Also, I have posts queued on tu m blr so please don't be surprised when the messages automatically post to tumblr and twitter. There was some confusion about that last time I was in the hospital. 🙂 Sorry about this, peeps.

The past couple of weeks have been…

Tuesday, September 23rd, 2014

God, I don’t even know where to begin.

My brother had his seventh child last week. It was a high risk pregnancy and a dangerous birth, but both mother and son are fine now. My brother’s wife had to stay in the hospital for a bit so I babysat my two youngest nieces for three days and, while they are adorable, they set forth a very convincing argument against me ever ever having kids of my own. Thankfully, with the arrival of this seventh child (man, I find myself hoping this kid will have seven of his own children and that the seventh will be a boy just so I can say “Behold! The Seventh Son of a Seventh Son!”) has persuaded my mother that she has enough grandchildren. I’m officially (finally!) off the hook, even though I’m the oldest and apparently giving her grandchildren was my responsibility.

Two days later, my granddad died. It was surreal in the way it was both expected and unexpected. Expected because he was 96 or 97 (we’re not sure–he doesn’t…didn’t have a birth certificate) and was in the hospital for pneumonia. Unexpected because he’d been pretty healthy prior to that so none of us could have pictured him getting sick. He was the oldest member of my family.

Someone tried to give me a “circle of life” speech and I wasn’t hearing that shit. Was still in the “anger” stage of grief, I guess.

I went with my father and aunts to pick out a casket. I’d never been on that side of a funeral before. There was one they thought was good and also within their price-range, but when they asked for it in a darker shade of blue the lady at the funeral home said it would raise the price by two thousand dollars, because coffin manufacturers know that mourners generally want more somber colors and they price accordingly. It struck me as ghoulish.

My father and aunts agreed on the light blue coffin. They told the lady that they only had black suits for my granddad, though. She said she’d provide a navy suit free of charge. So zero points to faceless corporations, but at least five or six points for the compassion of real people.

The church service was nice. The preacher spent a lot of time reciting lyrics from five different hymns which I thought was odd, but I don’t know. It was only the third funeral I’d attended in my life, so maybe it wasn’t. The preacher actually knew my granddad, though, so I would have liked hearing more about him since he was the one giving the eulogy.

At the gravesite, they gave my father my granddad’s flag. He served in the U.S. Air Force before an official Air Force even existed. Technically he was a member of the U.S. Army’s Air Corps. How cool is that?

Then the service was over and my granddad was gone.

A lot of stuff happened afterwards, which I won’t write about here. Partly because it’s personal in the sense that you’d actually have to know me to have any sort of context. Partly because if I wrote the events as they happened down in a story, you would not be able to suspend your disbelief. So, so surreal.

But… my granddad is gone. I’m nowhere near acceptance yet. I think I’m stuck somewhere between bargaining and depression.

I didn’t intend to share as much as I just have. I guess I’m still trying to work through it.

So exhausted. I had plans, you know? Frivolous, fun plans. Was gonna post the first chapter of a new serial. Was going to buckle down and get some sequels done. I figured I’d get back to drawing. Possibly make a Captain America AMV because doing batshit fanboi things like that makes me happy. Animate something. Get to know my new nephew.

But right now I just want to sleep, which will be a trick because I have a fairly severe sleep disorder, but I’m gonna try anyway. If not, I’ll dink around tumblr since that is the ultimate distraction machine.

Next month. Next month I’ll try to pick up a few of the pieces that have scattered across the metaphorical floor.

Maybe.


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