Why Heroes Rarely Save the World Using Mass Transit

For your Friday enjoyment, I thought I'd share a little excerpt from my Tryfling Matters that I'd been working on:

Bertram arrived at the school a half hour early.  

This, he thought as he stepped off the bus, is why movie heroes don’t choose mass transit.  

Based on the schedule, he could have arrived now or an hour from now. Being late for a mission was inexcusable; being early ruined the vibe. 

He noticed the weight of his overcoat and patted the right pocket, making sure his handlaser was still turned off. If there were anything he’d learned from Rollie, it was that timing and outward control were everything. And burning a hole through your only suit jacket was a sure-fire way to throw off both.  

Hope you all have a stellar weekend! I will be spending it writing. (A real surprise, I'm sure. :) ) --Jenn

Ninety-Nine Cent E-book Sale and a Little Excerpt from Tryfling Matters (TGTG3)

Greetings and salutations, fine peoples! 

Just wanted to let folks know, I've put The Purloined Number (TGTG2) on sale for $0.99. If you haven't picked it up and you like humorous scifi, you might just want to check it out. 

It's set up so you don't have to have read the first There Goes the Galaxy book to read this one, even though it is the second in the trilogy. The first book is also currently at $0.99, so it's a pretty wallet-frugal investment right now for some cosmic fun. You can access book two here:

http://www.amazon.com/Purloined-Number-There-Goes-Galaxy-ebook/dp/B00FLYGDWE/

And in other news, I've been hard at work on writing the third and final book in the TGTG story arc, Tryfling Matters. So I thought I'd start sharing some snippets here. Today we see Rozz's new day job is not without its mysteries.

Rozz knew nerds—hell, by all reasonable assessments, she was one. But these days, most people in the Nerd-American community had expectations for a certain level of comfort and amenities commensurate with their job skills. And very few of them would have been all, "Oh, well. Whatever" about working conditions where Cthulhu could have rocked the nine-to-five one cube over.

Lots going on in this book. I think you folks are going to enjoy it.

Stay warm and don't get eaten by polar bears! --Jenn