is your guide to the INTERZONE. Many trips begin here: one to Chicago in 1988, one tours the magic of street art, another tastes wines, another journeys to a world of magic. They're all free & start with an email address.
I want my passportTo join in these journeys, all you need is your free passport. It includes a gift from your host W. Lance Hunt—the full playlist of the 150 plus music references from A Perfect Blindness with links to Apple Music, Spotify, 8tracksradio, and YouTube to listen or watch along. It’s a deep dive into the catalog of independent label Wax Trax Records and the clubs of the late 80s and early 90s. If you haunted dance clubs back in the day, you’ll stride int clubs the way you were 30 plus years ago. If you danced in Chicago, you'll step on long-gone dance floors. Get your passport right now to remember and imagine.
ABOUT YOUR GUIDE TO ALL THESE WORLDS
Novelist, sommelier, collector of street art, and dabbler in ideas relating to scientific revolution.
A Perfect Blindness: A Gritty Rock'n'Roll Tale
“Littered with cigarette butts, vodka bottles, and a dead body, A Perfect Blindness is a grunge rock fantasy[,] an escape story ideal for those who still live out their rock star dreams whenever they close their eyes.” —Clarion Review “smartly written and sharply atmospheric— a worthy […] addition to the literature of rock ‘n’ roll’s […]
Revelations and Unexpected Shifts
by wlancehunt in Books, fantasy, Self Publishing
knowing her as well as we do, having watched her survive her brutal childhood, pull off one audacious mission after another, we know this won’t last. Then, things get worse.
Mission Impossible, Night Guild Style
by wlancehunt in Books, fantasy, Self Publishing, Writing Now
Yes, this is Iliana of House Hawk, the highest earning, boldest, most respected Journeyman in the Night Guild.
When Temporal Lobe Seizures meet a Twenty-year Old Novel Idea inspired by a Song
by wlancehunt in A Perfect Blindness, Books, fantasy, Medical, New York, Personal Narrative, Self Publishing, Writing Now
I felt as if my consciousness had suddenly reappeared back in my own body. In the exact moment from which it had been plucked days, or perhaps years before. In between? I had no idea.