CK Burch is the central hub for numerous alternate realities, most of them available on Netflix. While genuinely affable to this present timeline, often he finds himself on a starship far, far away, or in a silent world in the depths of the fog. In other realities he is Kanye West. Sometimes even in this one. When not scrolling past Wholockians on the Tumbloos, he spends time with his two children and enjoys listening to film soundtracks and reading sci-fi novels. And, of course, writing down his journeys through realities. All his novels have happened. Even this one.
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Clues?

As I have gone alone in there And with my treasures bold, I can keep my secret where, And hint of riches new and old. Begin it where warm waters halt And take it in the canyon down, Not far, but too far to walk. Put in below the home of Brown. From there it’s no place for the meek, The end is ever drawing nigh; There’ll be no paddle up your creek, Just heavy loads and water high. If you’ve been wise and found the blaze, Look quickly down, your quest to cease, But tarry scant with marvel gaze, Just take the chest and go in peace. So why is it that I must go And leave my trove for all to seek? The answer I already know, I’ve done it tired, and now I’m weak. So hear me all and listen good, Your effort will be worth the cold. If you are brave and in the wood I give you title to the gold.

Reblogging for awesome, current-history treasure, and for remembering that riddle.

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Clues?

As I have gone alone in there
And with my treasures bold,
I can keep my secret where,
And hint of riches new and old.

Begin it where warm waters halt
And take it in the canyon down,
Not far, but too far to walk.
Put in below the home of Brown.

From there it’s no place for the meek,
The end is ever drawing nigh;
There’ll be no paddle up your creek,
Just heavy loads and water high.

If you’ve been wise and found the blaze,
Look quickly down, your quest to cease,
But tarry scant with marvel gaze,
Just take the chest and go in peace.

So why is it that I must go
And leave my trove for all to seek?
The answer I already know,
I’ve done it tired, and now I’m weak.

So hear me all and listen good,
Your effort will be worth the cold.
If you are brave and in the wood
I give you title to the gold.

Reblogging for awesome, current-history treasure, and for remembering that riddle.

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One of the women at the table leaned forward - just a little, just enough - and came into view from out of the shadows. Her face slid into the light the same way a knife slid between your ribs and lanced your heart. Her movements were slow and calculated and she had a sexual energy that almost crackled in the gloom. She was beautiful and she was dangerous and she was the last thing Bumbo needed to see tonight..~CLOWN TOWN (current WIP)

Don’t let the words CLOWN TOWN fool you — I’ve read a little bit of this in progress, and lemme tell ya, this is gonna be awesome. I’ll say no more.

thomcarnellnfsbs:

One of the women at the table leaned forward - just a little, just enough - and came into view from out of the shadows. Her face slid into the light the same way a knife slid between your ribs and lanced your heart. Her movements were slow and calculated and she had a sexual energy that almost crackled in the gloom. She was beautiful and she was dangerous and she was the last thing Bumbo needed to see tonight.
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~CLOWN TOWN (current WIP)

Don’t let the words CLOWN TOWN fool you — I’ve read a little bit of this in progress, and lemme tell ya, this is gonna be awesome. I’ll say no more.

Next Month is My Own Personal Cancer Awareness Month

Last year in August, my mom passed away after a strenuous battle with breast cancer. Last September, I took all the September sales of my books and ended up donating $60 and change to the American Cancer Society. This year, for all of August, I’ll be putting all four of my novels — the Kindle versions, at least — up for sale at $.99 each. A dollar purchase then goes towards the pool for my donation this year. While $.99 isn’t a lot (especially considering the royalty I get from that is $.35), the lower price will hopefully inspire more sales and a bigger tally this year.

Want to donate on your own and skip the third party? Go straight to the ACS website. This is the donation page. Simple as that. I’m going to try and figure out something extra to help create awareness around this event, to either have people participate via sales, or via straight donations. Stay tuned for more!

Meet Whisky Johnson, mentor and friend to Dust McAlan. While Whisky is a treasure hunter of many means, the Ethopian usually chooses to keep himself on the low end of trouble and danger…except when Dust comes calling. And then it usually ends up costing more money than the treasure is worth.
Read their latest adventure together, Dust McAlan and the Empire of the Serpent, which you can get on Amazon.com in print and Kindle copies. A hidden civilization is close to being discovered by a rogue philanthropist, but Dust McAlan is racing the clock to prevent ancient evil from being unleashed. What’s past is present…and his future depends on it.

Meet Whisky Johnson, mentor and friend to Dust McAlan. While Whisky is a treasure hunter of many means, the Ethopian usually chooses to keep himself on the low end of trouble and danger…except when Dust comes calling. And then it usually ends up costing more money than the treasure is worth.

Read their latest adventure together, Dust McAlan and the Empire of the Serpent, which you can get on Amazon.com in print and Kindle copies. A hidden civilization is close to being discovered by a rogue philanthropist, but Dust McAlan is racing the clock to prevent ancient evil from being unleashed. What’s past is present…and his future depends on it.