Taco Tuesday, Part dos
The Intro to a (yet another) crazy idea...
I’m starting to like this idea, Taco Tuesdays. Yeah, I know, it’s not new, and it’s cliché, and it’s not like I’ve ever needed an excuse to get tacos. Hell, I once titled a chapter “Tacos and cervesas and a girl who tastes like sunshine”, which eventually became the partial title to a novel.
It also doesn’t hurt that the rest of the world seems to like to podcast and stuff on Wednesdays and Fridays. Were I still in the Delta, it might have been Tamale Tuesday, but alas, nobody in southeast Idaho seems to know how to put together a proper tamale, so…
This going to be a short one, just an intro to something I’ve had on the back burner for quite some time. It may go over like a lead balloon, or everyone may jump on it, I have no idea. It’s about to be in the hands of the gods, and out of mine, which makes it all the more fun.
I did promise a bit of “gilded chaos” when I named this thing Quantum De Luxe, did I not? I can think of nothing more chaotic than a bunch of authors writing in the same universe, but on their own terms, not based even on the whims of that universe’s creator.
So I’m sitting here on the tailgate of the El Camino, sipping a Mexican coke, getting grease all over my fingers, as Tony Furtado’s Bolinas oozes contently from the tinny phone speaker, (sure, I’m actually at my desk, hours later, but play along) thinking it’s time. It’s past time.
I have a ton of work to do on my trilogy. I have much to do on my other series. I have a trip coming. I have two motorcycles to sell, and “the way” drips trans fluid like an old hemophiliac thanks to some less than stellar local mechanics, and I need to refill my prescriptions and get more exercise and…
I told the indie creators I was on their side, and I meant it, and this is the first step. I’m giving them something of mine. What yall do with it is up to you. What I do next depends entirely on the response. Everyone may jump on it, and look to me to figure out what to do next, or it may go over like a lead balloon, and this was a waste of my time. Time to roll the dice (the little red cubes from the craps table, not those weird 20 sided things) and find out.
I will reiterate: I am absolutely not selling shovels. If I just wanted to do BS sales, there are so many more markets to take advantage of that are far more lucrative and far less headache than a peddling to a bunch of precocious creatives. I love yall, but yall would drive me nuts.
Several more substacks follow, which will explain everything. If you’re not already on substack, you seriously should be, if you’re a writer. And you should subscribe. It’s free, and I’m entertaining, for a grumpy old dude.
A Lot More Follows. (Posted in reverse order, so this one will be on top)
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