Saturday, April 5, 2014

Contest #2 Winner

Deep apologies that I was not able to post the winner of the free book sooner. I spent my birthday sick on the couch, so I'm hoping that burns off some of my bad karma. ;)

!ProtestDaddy picked a random number, and @LavLobster is the winner. I will be contacting her shortly to see how she would like her copy sent to her.

Thank you to everyone who participated.


Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Contest #2

A contest! Another contest!

From now until my birthday (March 19th), for each place you post “I want to get a free copy of Alia Gee’s novel, Suncatcher, because… <insert your genuine reason here>” with a link to this blogpost right here-- AND TAG ME/SEND ME A LINK (via comments here or FB or however you want) you will get entered to win a copy of Suncatcher in the format of your choice. (Previous winners not eligible… because.)

This means you can post it three times on Facebook and be entered once—but if you post once on Facebook, once on Twitter, and once on Youtube you get entered 3 times.

Non electronic versions count. If you make a mural on your garage door or rearrange the craft letters at your local hobby shop, just take a picture and email it to me. 

I’ll probably post it, actually, if it’s that awesome. ;)

…And if you just can’t wait to get a free copy, you can always buy your own copy right this very instant at your local book store—or from one of the links below.

Please have fun with this. What’s the point, if there’s no fun?


Monday, February 10, 2014

Why I Avoid Telling Straight/CIS/White/Male Stories

I read which is a response to a response to a response...

And I wanted to comment ALL OVER IT... but that would look bad, since I've rarely visited his site and haven't read his books and don't feel like I've earned the right to say "MY BOOK MY BOOK MY BOOK!" all over it.... ;)

But I can do that here, because My Blog...

Here is one reason why I avoid telling straight/white/male/cis stories:

Because I'm not one. And so my personal default, when telling a story, is NOT to write that character.

But let's take it one step further: why do I avoid telling straight/white/female/cis stories?

Because the first time I ran across a good story where the love story wasn't hetero, I was disappointed (and I still have that feeling, sometimes, because *human* and also *greedy*).

Because I want(ed) them for myself, why couldn't *my* team be represented in this awesome wonderful story?

In my defense, I think that first time I was 13.

But the point is, about 30 seconds later I went Oh, is that how people who aren't hetero feel about all the het relationships in stories out there?


Oh right.

And then I thought, sometime after that, is that how all the non-white people feel?

...and I've read other things and been inspired by other writers, but I think this was the start. My little sadness, multiplied by all the sads out there... the sads that love the story, but wish it was a little easier to squeeze themselves into it.

And that just wasn't right.

So I work a little harder, think a little longer. It's not even about ticking off boxes, it's about trying to write more interesting characters. I mean, I don't know any default characters in real life... do you?

No, you don't. Every person is individual, has scars and stories that stick to them like quicksilver shadows. People have faults, they aren't defaults.

Every character can have that same presence, with just a little effort, a little extra thought.

If I'm going to work hard to give my characters an interesting world in which to do amazing things-- why not make them a little amazing, too? yeah, that's what I write, and frankly, that's what I want to read, too.

Monday, January 27, 2014

PDA#2 (just putting it out there...)

Public Displays of Affectation
Volume 3.5, Number  2
January 27th, 2014
Dear Gentle Reader,
We’ve made it to number two! The second writing newsletter! Woo-hoo!
The news is, Suncatcher is now available in all electronic formats. Here’s a convenient list:

Here is a joke I found on the internet:
Query: How many Steampunks does it take to secure a patent?
Response: It depends how hard the patent is struggling.
*ba-dum ching*

I’ve spent the last month working on PR and Marketing. One exercise has involved writing down all the places and organizations I’ve been connected with. It’s been surprisingly nice, as I check in with people I haven’t seen in ten or fifteen years, to be reminded that people don’t fall into a stasis field when they drift out of my life. They grow and change and struggle, too.

I want to keep this short, but one other exciting-for-me thing: I’ve started slowly building up my Goodreads profile. If you want to friend me there, please do.

As always, I can be found on Facebook (Alia Gee), Twitter (AliaGee1) and my blog--

If you have any questions you would like to see me address, privately or publicly, please don’t hesitate to ask.


Saturday, January 25, 2014

Woo hoo!

SUNCATCHER is now for sale at all storefronts:








Adobe, PDF and Kindle versions


iBook (for all Mac products)



Try before you buy!

The first nine (9!) chapters are available to read for free on the booklocker site:

Friday, January 3, 2014

Snow Day!

Oh the weather outside is...


I had wanted to put up the lyrics of the modified carols we sang (cited in the last post), and I just found my copy of them so I figured I better do it before the pages get lost (again...)

Most of these were created by members of Occupy Astoria LIC, though "Deck the Jails" was cribbed off a Youtube post... So let's start with that one!


Deck the jails with Wall Street bankers
Fa la etc
We know you're all crooks and wankers
Fa la etc
You behave as if you own us
Fa la etc
You deserve jail not a bonus
Fa la etc...

(To the tune of White Christmas)

I'm dreaming of a fair wage
Just like our fathers used to know
Where the polticians listen
And benefits aren't missin'
And no more greedy CEOs

I'm dreaming of a fair wage
Because the one we've got ain't right
While these companies all subsidiiiiiiiize
We can't survive on 7.25

(to the tune of Sleigh Ride)

Just hear those profits jingling, ring ting tingling too
Come on and pay the workers
For all the work that they do
Those bills just keep on rising and debt is through the roof
Come on and work together it's time to face the truth

Raise it up raise it up raise it up it's grand!
Just taking a stand.

We are unstoppable, another world is possible
We are unstoppable, another world is possible

Profits soaring and workers calling boo-hoo.
You know you're hoarding profit,
It's time to stop it you fools!
$15 dollars an hour that'd be cool
Come on it's lovely weather for a wage hike together with you.
Lovely weather for a wage hike together with you!

(to the tune of Winter Wonderland)

CEO's make a killing
Average Joes aren't willing
to keep getting paid
the minimum wage
We can't survive on $7.25

Workers gripe, you ignore them
Profits soar, and you hoard them
They don't trickle down
You watch them compound
We can't survive on $7.25

In the boardroom you can count your profits
and pretend that we're a family
We'll ask for a raise and you'll say, "No, man!"
If you could you'd have us work for free.

Gone away to the islands
One percenters are stylin'
The 99 sweat
to pay for that jet
We're still makin' $7.25

(to the tune of Let it Snow)

Oh the minimum wage is frightful!
But here's something insightful:
$7.25's too low!
So let it grow, let it grow, let it grow!

How long can you keep pretending
Your bonus is never ending?
Tell all of the CEOs,
Let it grow! Let it grow! Let it grow!

When it finally trickles down,
How we'll love going out on the town!
If you double $7.25, Maybe we all can survive!

The economy's slowly dying,
And the one percent's denying
That the minimum wage is is low, so
Let it grow! Let it grow! Let it grow!

(To the tune of Do You See What I See?)

Said the 99% to everyone
Do you see what I see?
Do you see what I see?
Workers rights eroding everywhere
Do you see what I see?

A working class that's going nowhere fast
While the 1% thumbs its nose
While the 1% thumbs its nose

Said the working class to the CEOs
Pay a living wage!
Pay a ilving wage!
We can't survive on $7.25
Pay a living wage!
Pay a living Wage!

Your profits soar
Your workers you ignore
Have you no concern for their plight?
May we turn this wrong into right
May we turn this wrong into right!

(To the tune of Little Drummer Boy)

Mister CEO, your time has come
Now we all know just where your money comes from
You steal it from your workers (a-and then some)
Because the  wage you pay is the minimum
the minimum
the minimum....
They deserve much more than that little crumb,
You dirty bum...

Why are you paid such a ridiculous sum?
You make three grand an hour, that's criminal, chum
But you can't fool the people you're stealing from
You think you're very smart but you're pretty dumb
You're pretty dumb
You're pretty dumb....
And we're gonna raise that wage minimum,
You dirty bum.

(To the tune of Auld Lang Syne)

May old slave wages be forgot
and replaced by something more.
We can't survive on $7.25
It's time to ask for more.
It's time to ask for more, my dear,
It's time to ask for more
We can't survive on $7.25
It's time to ask for more!

...If there are other versions you think are awesome, please add them in the comments.

(Edited to add: <-- for why this is relevant, timely, and not just about McDonalds)

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Belated Jingle Bells

ProtestKid and I joined with several other Occupy Astoria friends a couple of weekends ago to serenade workers at our local McDonalds, Taco Bell and other fast food restaurant chains on Steinway. It was organized at the last minute but we still had enough people turn up that we were able to fill the establishments with our rousing songs.

The only place we got grief was at the McDonalds, where someone (a shift manager? He clearly believed himself to be an authority figure) told us to leave... but we still finished our song and left under our own volition.

Some people just stared at us, and some people smiled. I got one very quiet, "Good job" muttered at me by a passing customer and nobody heckled us.

I enjoyed caroling to the staff and patrons, but my favorite part was caroling on the street corner, and singing, "Deck the jails with Wall Street bankers! We know you're all crooks and wankers!" outside an HSBC branch.

My least favorite part was when ProtestKid asked me what a wanker was. (For the record, I said it was a really rude word for a jerk, and he shouldn't say it at school.)

Afterwards, I asked ProtestKid a couple of questions.

Me: Why did you want to go caroling (for the 99%)?

ProtestKid: Because I care about people! And I don't want anyone to suffer because of the 1% not noticing them and not giving them human rights. Caroling is a good way to convince the 1% to actually realize, 'Oh, my workers are underpaid. Better make up for that!'

Me: How did caroling make you feel?

PK: I felt really really good. I only got a little nervous when we found the cop in the bank.

Me: How did you think people around you felt?

PK: A lot of them smiled. The cop looked a little scared and tense, ready to pull off an arrest.

Me: Anything else you want to say about it?

PK: I also liked singing the songs. ... I want to be a man of many talents; I enjoy singing when there's a chance and it doesn't embarrass me. And singing with the rest of Occupy Astoria, I didn't feel embarrassed, I felt special.

I have to say, I really like the idea of singing truth to power.

Happy New Year
from the Protest Family

Monday, December 30, 2013

Official announcement: Ta-Da!

A little over four and a half years ago, I got totally freaked out about climate change, swine flu, corporate control of everything, and the fact that my babies were being held hostage by this really scary future.

Then I found a book that claimed to be a "third wave feminist steampunk novel" and I was so excited! Because this! This was what I wanted to read! Adventure, romance, a little steam! But also alive to intersectionality and nuance and not ignoring privilege and colonialism!

...only it wasn't. It wasn't any of that at all. I was so pissed off (and, if you will recall, frightened by this daunting future two years before Occupy was a glint in anyone's eye) I wrote a 456 page book. ("I write big books and I cannot lie, all you other readers can't deny...")

I wrote a book (Original title: Whiskey and Sympathy) about a world affected by pandemic, peak oil, and privatization... But populated it with a wide range of people who still managed to have joy and create beautiful lives... and then I threatened their solar-powered, consensus-driven airship community with pirates.

Because that's what authors do!

So if you, too, want to read a cheerful dystopic story that loves intersectionality and passes the Bechdel test in the very first scene… Have I got a novel for you! Really, right here at

**The publisher’s website includes the first 9 chapters, so you can really get a sense of whether you (or someone you know) might like to read it**

Or here at Barnes & Noble who have it cheaper and eligible for free shipping if you spend more than $25...

Or even here at Amazon who have it cheapest and eligible for Prime.

Honestly, I don’t really care from which place (or even if) you order Suncatcher: Seven Days in the Sky, but it would be wonderful if you could check it out (as Amazon tracks who looks at it and what else they like) and maybe let your friends who are into speculative fiction know about it.



I'll update the Red Button Press site soon, but in the meantime:

Suncatcher: Seven Days in the Sky is now available for purchase direct from the publisher:

At that link, you can read the first 9 chapters for free.

Barnes & Noble:
(eligible for free shipping offers)

(Prime eligible)

...and you can order it from your local bricks and mortar bookstore, too. (If you order it from *my* local bookstore, The Astoria Bookshop, and let them know you'd like an autographed copy we can make that happen!)

...and electronic versions for Kobo, Nook, Kindle, and all your favorite electronic reading platforms should be coming very soon.

Happy New Year!