Hello my lovelies! I’ve just returned from Arisia and had a productive sleep. It’s snowing heavily but I have no children and work from home, so it’s just some beautiful, silent precipitation and not a terrific chore. Good luck to any of you who are out in it.
Arisia is a science fiction / fantasy convention on the Waterfront in Boston, MA. My spouse, K, from http://www.silverowlcreations.com, always brings their wire-wrapped jewelry to sell there. For many years they used to consign through another vendor, but that vendor stopped watching the pieces and in 2019 a piece was stolen, and my wife was heartbroken. But they had all these panels and shows they wanted to see, so like a good husband I stepped in and said, “I will sell your jewelry, just go have fun.” And instead of spending my Arisia that year, as I always had, either in the pool or in the tub or in bed, reading a dog-eared paperback, I got to meet the people who go to Arisia.
Those people, as it turns out, are fabulous. And they all love K’s work, of course, because there’s nothing quite like it. So I’ve met a ton of them (even you, if you went to Arisia and are reading this!) and though a few of you don’t care for, shall we say, the Show, most of you laugh and smile and go along with what I deem a useful sales technique. I genuinely love meeting all of you, or reacquainting myself with old friends every year. It never fails to make my weekend.
In the past fourteen months I’ve written five books. Three of these have gone to print, as of Friday morning, the 12th of January 2024. I didn’t have paperback copies ready to go — Amazon didn’t print fast enough — so there was a lot of discussion on whether to bring Sex Bunker Apocalypse to Arisia at all. I had a QR code on a postcard featuring Terri, a poster board and not business cards directing you to this blog. Not a lot.
“I just can’t see it being worth the trouble,” I told my spouse, who looked at me strangely for a while before replying.
“You can sell anything,” they said at last, “so you can definitely get people interested in Sex Bunker Apocalypse.”
And the first person who expressed interest brought the book. In fact over fifty of you bought the book, which blows my mind. Four of you have already reviewed it. And I met so many lovely people in the process.
“You have a nonbinary protagonist! A bisexual African American/Asian man as a protagonist! A woman falling out of her bathrobe who loves Murder, She Wrote as a protagonist! And secondary characters who aren’t just white men!”
“Yes,” I replied, many times.
“You have a sex-positive, spicy fantasy adventure where people learn to love each other, live with each other, support each other without being contrived jerks about it? Sign me up?”
“No problem,” I replied, pointing to my little QR code.
“Have you got any sexy elves?” one lovely trans man asked, voice low, in case, presumably, other sexy elves were listening.
“May I present you to Sedithnara?” I told him. I am quite certain, based on the smile on his face Monday morning, that Sex Bunker Apocalypse’s sexiest elf satisfied.
I’m still not sure what to make of the beautiful engineers who stopped by no less than nine times. Yes, you both are weaponized sex appeal, and no, I don’t know what to think about it. Rogue stopped by to purchase a piece of K’s jewelry and I felt very fortunate to be on the side of the X-Men (my superpower is administration – you don’t think Professor X does his own paperwork, do you?) especially after stupid sexy Gollum made an appearance. Last year it was stupid sexy Bomberman, about whom I dreamt of for months, and I told Gollum that I would, no doubt, have the same affliction based on their incredible, albeit disturbing cosplay.
Last night I dreamed of you, ridiculous Gollum cosplayer. You told me my library books were overdue, and then ran off with my knees. I do not look forward to the coming months.
So thank you, everyone, so very much for your support. If you’ve bought the book, leaving a review is going to make or break this thing. Send me an email when you review it, even, let me know! I really do think you’ll love the rest of the trilogy as well. It gets spicier, sillier, and in places sadder. It’s a rollercoaster of emotions. And sexy elves.
Now it’s back to work on the fourth book, and trying to get people to review the first three. Have you read the first book? Did you like it? Leave a review or Amazon won’t show other beautiful people these ridiculous books. Help me out. I’ll try and return the favor down the road, I promise.
So now the great question of book 4 – how sexy can Redcoats actually BE? Imagine a British officer lifting a teacup to his lips with a stern look in his eye. He clearly intends to berate you for dishonoring the British crown, but perhaps you can find a way out of your situation? Is that anything?
I guess we’ll see. Thanks again, Arisia.
Love to you all, and happy writing,
Adam Brink
