I’m working with Tom DeLonge on a different set of books, called Strange Times. The first in the Poet Anderson series came out yesterday. Looks like people are loving it. That’s fantastic! DeLonge is a rockstar. I’m not. This whole thing is really weird and pretty fun. Check out the cover for he and Suzanne Young’s book. It’s live at Amazon and elsewhere.
In Minneapolis, we live in this little condo. Lots of times we’ve got all four kids and two adults smashed into this little condo. To get some air, to get some coffee, to get homework done and my school work, to watch little kids climb and fall off of giant turtle statues, we’ve been hanging at this coffee shop on Sunday mornings. My kids climbed and fell off these turtles when they were younger, too. It’s one of the best places and soon it will be buried in ice and snow. Get outside now.
So, I’m narrating my video games. Somebody is going to have to teach me a lot. But I can play 2048 in a serious way. There isn’t much of a story, though. Warning: Salty Language is Invoked.
I also need to write some books.
I have to figure out a way to put more words here. Or not. I don’t know anymore. But, this is coming!
It’s happening. Fat Boy is showing up on shelves all over the place. I’m pretty psyched! And so is Gabe…
“I’m fully capable of taking my own dignity. But no one else is going to take it.”
Gabe is having a tough week. Normally the funny kid at the lunch table, he’s on edge from trying to kick his soda addiction and ditch his long-standing nickname, “Chunk.” So when news breaks that his beloved marching band camp has been cancelled due to lack of funding, he’s furious. What makes him even madder? The school’s vending machine money—which had previous been collected by the band—is now sponsoring the new cheer squad.
The war is ON. And Gabe is leading the charge. No one will be safe from the Geekers’ odd brand of wrath: not the principal, the band teacher, the local newspaper, and certainly not the cheerleaders and their jock boyfriends. Like the saying goes, it isn’t over until the fat boy sings…
You can get it all over, anywhere:
Hope you enjoy it. Let me know if you do, for sure!