Built This Website. Again.

I hate building websites.

I've built BrentSalish.com thrice: First as raw HTML, then with WordPress, and now with Airo, GoDaddy's AI thingy,

First, I apologize for using AI. I've used it only for design and not text, but still. My only excuses are that I lack both visual design skills and have fallen way behind on web-world tech skills.

So, sorry,

But....

This site exists so you, my browsing friend, can discover my books, read excerpts, sign up for occasional mailings, and most of all buy and read and I hope enjoy the books themselves. Which, I assure you, have no truck with AI. The words are entirely mine. The covers are designed by human artists. Even the map inside the Shakespeare's Tavern trio was hand-chiseled almost 500 years ago, ca. 1565.

Most of these books have been in the works for years. The Tavern books are the most recent, but I've decided to release the others as well. I'm proud of them. They're real, They're filled with humor, some verbal, some at the slip-on-a-banana-peel level. The characters are flawed, and they lie, and they scheme (mostly not very well), and I hope you'll enjoy hanging out with them for a few hours.

Why the gap? First Tuesday. I wrote and published it, and then it came largely true. Of course, I wasn't responsible. (So the author tells himself. Also, hubris isn't a good look.) But I stopped promoting First Tuesday because I didn't want a certain element of the population to hold it up and say, "See how easy it is to rig an election." In reality, it's not that easy at all. I took some novelistic license. Multiplied a couple of unlikely but not impossible events. Nonetheless, I stopped publishing. But didn't stop writing, though I moved away from cyberthrillers.

Anyway, I'm back. With books.

If you buy them, you'll make me happy. (I've priced them cheap,) More to the point, I believe reading the books will make you happy, which is why I wrote them.

Escape into the world of Shakespeare's London. Or, soon, Las Vegas crooks, struggling musicians, a cross-country journey in 1969 that may lead to murder fifty years later, and more.

And if it's not my books, read something. Just... something written by a human, not a machine. Those electronic overlords may be about to stage a coup, but until then... read. Please.