Rye Ironstone Special Bureau One Badge
I ordered the printing for the ‘Special Bureau One’ badges this week. Will be bringing a couple thousand of them to Tampa Bay Comic Con to give out.
Track me down in the halls to get one.
Free book download on the back of the badges.
I plan to be at the event Friday and Saturday.
Rocket Backwoods of Florida
Dear Mom,
Guess what this is?
Yep, a rocket ship. I found it in the middle of Florida near a ball field. Who would have thought.
The plaque at the bottom said it was a 1960’s defense missile and carried some crazy warhead. Truth is, it was used for overseas cargo delivery of alien artifacts.
See, the problem was that the space aliens kept stealing our military and technology secretes when we shipped them by cargo ship or jet plane. The solution was easy—a big honking missile delivery system.
Don’t let anyone tell you […]
Fort Foster Rafael Sanchez
Dear Mom,
I met Dr. Gael Gale a few months ago. Cool lady!
Passed by this old fort in Florida on my way to the Conch Republic. Met a ghost named Rafael Sanchez. I’ll tell you the story next time we get together. It’s a dozy. Swords fights galore.
Love Rye
Oxford Exchange Book Fair 2017
This past Sunday I stopped by the Oxford Exchange 3rd Annual Book Fair
It was my first trip to the local bookstore, coffee shop, and restaurant situated across the street from the University of Tampa. I had ulterior motives. Ricky Keck from my writers critique group was in attendance as one of the thirty writers representing local talent.
I like book fairs. My wife tells me I’m an introvert, she may be right, but when I get in a room full of writers, my words flow. I want to know about their characters, how […]
Indie Author Melissa Gibbo
Sometimes you just know you want to meet someone. She sat relaxed and preoccupied in the overstuffed chair. Her reflected eyes scanned the room and measured all who passed. I could see stories building—she looked like a writer, her own muse. Her dark suit and Converse high-tops were a perfect mismatch of historical acceptability.
I plopped down in the seat next to her and shuffled a few papers until I could find a way to open the conversation. Is this premeditated? No, well… yes. Besides, she looked […]
