The best science fiction and fantasy convention in the Rockies is coming up fast, and my schedule has recently materialized.
I hope to see some of you there! I’ll be reading from BLACK FRIDAY, signing autographs, and appearing on panels with Tor editor Claire Eddy and David Farland. Spring is here in Montana, and it’s freaking amazing.
I’m happy that The Invasive continues to be enjoyed by readers, and the success of the novel has merited The Invasive: Remnants, which will be published shortly.
You can check out what Audio Audits has to say at this link.
The Invasive is a unique sci-fi, it’s definitely a different twist on the usual alien invasion story. While there is plenty of action and suspense, the parts that I found most interesting were the interactions between Bishop and his feisty wife Angela and the eventual somewhat reluctant bond between the two and Colbrick.
I’m a camping nut.
You could park a Ferrari in front of me, and I’d yawn. But show me a quality tent, and a fine headlamp, and I’m excited as hell.
Two of my favorite campgrounds are in Glacier National Park. Another in Olympic National Park, and another in Redwood National Park. The last campground, and perhaps my favorite of all is within the Gallatin National Forest of Montana. I had not been to this campground in almost two years, and when I arrived, my favorite site had seen a few changes….
A windstorm knocked a tree down and crushed the concrete picnic table. Trust me, this table was useful. And I suppose I could still cook on it.
Here, my girlfriend Rachel poses after chopping firewood for the evening. Actually, that’s the work of the U.S. Forest Service, cleaning up the downed trees. Still impressive when you consider these trees are old growth specimens.
There’s a saying in real estate: “location, location, location”. Well, with a good tent, you always have the best location on our public lands. There’s something about camping in the open spaces, listening to a nearby stream as you drift off, or the wind in the pines that connects me not only to our ecosystem, but all ecosystems across the void.
As always, keep it wild, and keep it public.
Back in the late 1990’s, my father and I used to pour over maps and property magazines. The target? The Bitterroot Mountains south of Missoula, Montana. This had been a dream for quite some time.
But as the years passed, we never did end up buying property in the Bitterroot Mountains. Instead, I moved right into the middle of Missoula, within walking distance from everything I could need. And these days (thanks largely to climate change), the Bitterroots are a tinderbox, and seemingly always on fire during late summer and early fall.
What I learned is that perhaps we don’t always need to buy land or build right next to the greatest places. Maybe, just maybe knowing they’re near is good enough. As mankind pushes and roads the last roadless habiat, places like the Bitterroot will vanish. But for now, this spectacular wilderness complex exists relatively intact, as this bald eagle will attest to (left side of the image).
“Michael, is The Invasive part of a series?”
“Michael, what happened to Yutu?”
“Michael, there have to be more of the creatures left! Another book, please.”
My response to all these questions is this: You thought it was over?