Today each of the ten teams for the Self-Published Science Fiction Contest announced their three top books. That means 27 shiny new top-tier books will be finding their way to me for reading and reviewing in coming weeks (or, you know, top-tier according to the other judging teams).
In the meantime, here are the three semi-finalists from Team Space Lasagna: Duckett & Dyer: Dicks for Hire, A Star Named Vega and The Dinosaur Four.
I couldn’t be more pleased with these three choices, although I am sorry on behalf of our team for the other authors whose entries have joined what will ultimately be the 299. Inevitable and unavoidable disappointment, which hopefully our humble efforts at spreading the word has helped to soften.
To celebrate our three semi-finalists, I made the foolish promise to create patented Hatboy Bad Fan Art of the main characters of each of the books. For A Star Named Vega, I did Aster and Isaac.
The Dinosaur Four was a little more challenging, as there were considerably more than four characters (not even counting the dinosaurs!), and I didn’t want to spoil anything. In the end I merged Hank and Callie, and did three characters.
Finally, of course, Duckett and Dyer themselves shambled onto the page thusly:
That’s it for now! Stay tuned for round two.
I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends.
Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages?
I am Hatboy.
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From those joke-filled drawings I both want to read these books and feel like I kind of have. Cheers, mate.
Much appreciated! I was very pleased that two of the books I got for Mrs. Hatboy in paperback for Christmas made it through. And the only reason I didn’t buy the third one for Wump was that I ran out of money. I will still be getting it, for sentimental reasons.
Yeah, I figured it would be those books (deservingly so). Frankly, I’m surprised Blackcoats ever got as far as it did lol. Congrats to Ben, GM and Geoff!
Very sporting sir, and thank you for an enjoyable read! To see some of the other teams tell it, we must have gotten really lucky with our allocation because I enjoyed most of ours (Hell, I enjoyed all of them on some level).
Congratulations are definitely deserved for the talented trio of authors moving on, and to Hatboy for showcasing his extraordinary artistic abilities! I will be sure to stay tuned in to see who prevails in this first SPSFC. I am extremely humbled by the collective creativity and skill of the entrants who threw their hats into the ring for this contest, and grateful to the teams of judges who rose to the challenge of rating them. Now, on to Phase II.
Well said sir. And here’s to many more books, many more readers, and many more adventures in sci-fi to come!
I forgot to add, too, that I am particularly intrigued by Al’s irrepressible boner. I think your rendering alone may have convinced me to pick up this story. Cheers!
It is truly a boner that doesn’t know when to quit.
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