Author: P. Joseph Cherubino

Realm of the Nine Circles Snippet

Thornbark’s Run (This is a snippet from a stand-alone short story telling the story of Thornbark’s experience right after the Game World War.) Thornbark galloped along the narrow forest trail at full speed. White lather sprayed from his hindquarters in thin sheets. He turned his human torso around once more and fired off an armor-piercing arrow, scoring a direct hit to the chest of the pursuing evil Orc paladin. An XP bubble rose above the kill, but he didn’t bother to read it. Instead, he turned around just in time to follow a sharp bend in the trail. Had he not turned, he’d have run slam into the trees and lost the rest of his hit points. He didn’t have many of those left. The only thing Thornbark wanted to do was quest through the new dungeon instances under the Giant’s Toe Mountains and eventually reach the new circle. He didn’t really care about the new circle as much as being left alone to quest as he’d always done. Instead, his high reputation level meant every player loyal to the vanquished Lord Mylos wanted him dead. “Next time, horse-boy,” said an incoming text from the dead Orc. The player’s name was FearTrucker, and sure enough, the bull-head icon of Mylos sat right there at the top of his name. “Piss off!” Thornbark replied, and the virtual reality immersion harness translated...

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Best Selling Author

Ha! Gotcha! The title is clickbait. I’m not a best-selling author, at least not yet. I am a struggling author who, at the time of this writing, has five books out and who is working on number six. Last month marked fifteen months since I quit my job and bought a cabin in the woods. I’m here to do two things: make a living as an author or go broke trying, and I’m not making a living. So, is this post a cautionary tale? Is this a Horatio Alger story about a guy who picks himself up by his own bootstraps, thrusts his thumb up his own ass and holds himself out at arm’s length? Am I here to reveal the secrets of how you too can become a best-selling author if you just follow my proven program that costs $1500? But wait, there’s more! But it’s not what you think. I’m not selling anything but a story, and you can buy it for the cost of your time. This story happens to be mine, and it’s about what I did to publish five books with decent ratings that earn me gas and food money. This is the story about how I spent a year pursuing a childhood dream of writing stories that people actually read and enjoy. How do I know people enjoy the books? They tell me...

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Dystopian Mars

“Big engine coming,” Merle said as he pulled up the collar of his GenI suit. The atmosphere was thinning out in the martian summer wind. They say it might take another couple generations for the atmotowers to fill out the Moab Crater. That is, if they don’t break down first. They’d been running full blast for three gens, and the best Merle could get was dust down his collar and clogged nostril filters. So much for the dreams of elders. His head sank down until his chin pressed the collar closed. Now his leathery cheeks took the worst of the sand blasting. His red beard grew redder and heavier with dust. Clanger just laughed. Her statuesque form stood like a landmark twenty feet ahead, unmistakable, even in the storm. She called back to him to be heard without the microband radio. He felt her voice in the storm and its husky timbre through the bone conductors at the base of his skull. She had an electric effect on his spine no matter how her voice conveyed. “Get your mangy white ass up here and let’s light them up,” she said, as if asking him to dance in her own special way. Merle took up the rail rifle and followed the span of Clanger’s hips into the storm. She was his Mongolian Giantess, Amazon Warrior Queen. She was a legend...

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Quest for Eyeballs 2: Blogpocalypse

Welcome to the Blogpocalypse. So, Realm of the Nine Circles 2 is now well past the halfway point. I’m rapidly approaching the big *spoiler deleted* where*spoiler deleted* does *spoiler deleted* and *spoiler deleted* happens. But the story ideas won’t leave me alone, so I have to write on these other projects as well so that the ideas don’t grow cold and the worlds don’t go stale. That makes it hard to focus, but with the proper methods and discipline, I won’t suffer too much from “shiny thing syndrome.” That occurs when the next new fresh idea leads me down the garden path and into a pretty project that distracts me from my goal of actually finishing a novel. That particular path is beautiful, but in the past, it’s lead me to not finishing what I started. Part of the problem is that reaching the halfway mark of the book is kind of boring. I know what’s going to happen. I’ve revisited the themes and tropes so much that I literally see them in my sleep. Familiarity breeds contempt. I know too much about the characters. So I hit the doldrums and took a single day break from writing on the work in progress. Instead, I worked on some email campaigns to my mailing list and brainstormed some ideas on how to provide quality work to those readers who have shown interest....

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