At the gym. An idiot-bro with mutton-chops, a faux-hawk, a beer gut, and of course—backwards baseball cap and Oakley shades—is taking up three-quarters of the equipment in the latest circuit-training fad. I ask, “Hey can I use one of those kettlebells?” He’s using every one of them in the latest buzzword-laden routine. He doesn’t even look at me as he passes by, pushing a wheelbarrow full of ’em in some dumbass exercise. “No Bro. I need all of ’em.” I grit my teeth and open my eReader to Echo. Magic flash. Every kettlebell grows a little demon monkey face and sprouts bat wings. They fly into the air and screech mercilessly, biting at the Bro. He’s screaming, “BY THE POPPED COLLAR AND TRIBAL TATTOO! SAVE ME!” Each kettlebell bites onto him and starts flapping. A cheer goes up as he’s carried wailing into the twilight.
Share the kettlebells. Popped collars are stupid. Get Echo Vol. 1 on Kindle here: Vol. 1 on Kindle. Vol. 2 on Kindle here: Vol.2 on Kindle.
Dirty Sci-Fi Buddha 
This is glorious – as always. I have em, I just haven’t started them yet. As soon as I get done writing Wastelander, your books are at the top of my list sitting on my eReader. I think I could use a magic flash…
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Haha! No worries—I’m flattered that you got ’em, or for that matter, read my ads! Thanks Editor! And that’s a brave name; you’ve taken on the name of the most tedious part of the profession!
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I’m a glutton for punishment. The name is kind of tongue-in-cheek. I wanted a name and page that reflected professionalism, but content that was packed with tomfoolery. While I do work as an editor (focusing on content editing), I try to buck the notion that all editors are literary blow-hards.
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