Friday Spotlight: Riptide Publishing

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You may or may not know who I am, so to help us get acquainted, I thought I’d catalog a day in the life of procrastinating writer Andrea Speed. Now keep in mind this only takes place in the hours I’m supposed to be writing. I’ve saved you all from the agony of my day job and my personal life (ha ha – what is that).

12 – Finally get on computer

12 – 1:30 – Emails. Read all the emails, sift through them, wonder how I get so many emails when I’m not that popular, question why I’m signed up to so many groups, refuse to answer any emails until I’ve written a bit.

1:30 – 2 – Respond to emails.

2-3 – Check out a couple of blogs I like to hit. But just skim. No time to read! Must write.

3 – Cat jumps up on lap. Well, maybe I can read for just a little while longer …

3:15 – Check up on my social network pages … AUGH! Time vampires! You’re all damn time vampires! Why do I even have so many pages?! I won’t spend any time on you! Be gone, monsters!

4:30 – Finally escape social network pages.

4:30 – 4:45 – Write a bit.

4:45 – 5 – Real life interrupts.

5 – I will not check my email again!

5:15 – Stop with email, write a bit.

5:30 – 5:45 – Phone call!

5:45 – 6 – Write a bit.

6 – Offline.

Get back online about 11:30.

11:30 – to 12:30 – Email.

12:30 – 1:30 – Damn you Twitter! Damn you!

1:30 – to 3:00 or so – Write, download podcasts from iTunes.

So that’s a typical writing day for me. It’s amazing I ever get anything done, just like it’s amazing that Riptide Publishing would take a chance on me.

Perhaps this is why I can identify with Josh of my Josh of the Damned series so much. He can often find other things to do besides his job, although he does work the late shift, and has to deal with stoners and zombies alike. What’s my excuse?

Wish Riptide Publishing good luck with me. They’re going to need it.

Here’s an excerpt from my short, Pretty Monsters:

The first time the hell vortex opened in the Quick-Mart parking lot, Josh very seriously considered quitting his job. But all that came out of it was a lizard guy, and all it did was amble inside, buy a bag of chips, and leave. All the monsters, while ugly, seemed nicer than his late-night human customers, and Mr. Kwon offered him hazard pay, so he stayed on.

Besides, it wasn’t all bad on the night shift. For instance, right now he was looking forward to the return of Hot Guy.

Of course it was a super hot night, still eighty degrees around midnight, and the air conditioner had to pick now to die. Josh peeled off his polyester work smock and put his nametag on his t-shirt, hoping Mr. Kwon wouldn’t suddenly show up and demand he put it back on. It breathed like a trash bag.

His latest customer was an obviously stoned guy buying a wheelbarrow full of snacks. Not only were his eyes glassy and red, but he reeked of pot smoke, making Josh wonder if he’d spilled the bong water. Pot Guy left and someone else came in. Josh leaned over the checkout counter, hopeful, but it wasn’t Hot Guy, just a lizard guy.

“Guy” in a generic, gender free sense of the word, of course, because Josh had no idea how to tell if they were male or female. Maybe they didn’t even have genders. He didn’t know how to ask without being a rude bastard, and there was a chance he wouldn’t understand the answer anyway.

The lizard guys were all tall, and this one was no exception, at least six foot five and so broad across the shoulders it could barely fit in the aisle. They had all your basic equipment—two arms, two legs, a recognizable face—but their mouths were huge, they had no nose, and their scaled skin ranged in color from moss green to primer gray. This one was a kind of greenish-gray, like his roommate that time he got food poisoning.

Like all lizard guys, this one had a weird gait because its feet were huge, with six long toes that almost looked like fingers . . . which was extra weird because their hands were always small and had just four stubby fingers. They looked like they’d been put together by a five year old with a bad sense of proportion.

They also made such a racket you could hear them all the way from the back room. It reminded him of his first Craigslist roommate, Barry, who couldn’t do anything, even open the damn curtains, without making several decibels of needless noise. For the brief time they’d shared a place, Josh had been convinced Barry was hiding a megaphone to fart into just for effect.

Thwak-thwak-thwak echoed in the shop as Lizard Guy waddle-stomped down the aisle, making a beeline for the Fritos display. It grabbed two bags and turned back, waddle-stomping to the register.

Pretty Monsters is available at Riptide. You can purchase it by clicking the cover.

The sequel, Peek-A-Boo, is now available for pre-order: http://www.riptidepublishing.com/titles/peek-boo-josh-damned-2

Find me online here:
Email address: aspeed2@gmail.com
Website: http://andreaspeed.com/
Blog: http://andreaspeed.com/
Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/aspeed
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Andrea-Speed/161826617217710

Comments

  1. Yes, damn you twitter.

    sabrinayala at gmail dot com

  2. Hi Andrea,

    Nice to meet you. Me, I can’t start my day without peeking at my email first, lol.

    caity_mack at yahoo dot com

  3. I too spend a lot of time on the internet and get caught up making blog comments. There are days I don’t get much done either beyond visiting online, but I still really enjoy it.

    joderjo402 AT gmail DOT com

  4. Every time I am on line always looking for some good authors. I like that you can write what it is like for you on a day. I love what you have left to intice us to read more of your books.
    Thanks for the contest!

    cwall88atyahoo.com

  5. I get cheesed off when real life interferes with my internet play time! SHEESSH.. are we all hooked??? LOL

    Thanks,
    Tracey D
    booklover0226 at gmail dot com

  6. Yeah, all that e-mail, blog, twitter and what-not checking eats so much time!
    And LOL at megaphone 😀

    japoki at inbox dot lv

  7. LOL! Very funny post 🙂

    smaccall AT comcast.net

  8. Interesting day ^_^
    Twitter is a addiction.

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