TURBO Racers Audiobook news!

Posted in Writing on July 22, 2018 by Austin Aslan

My new HarperCollins novel “TURBO Racers: Trailblazer” (pub. set for January) is officially being produced in audio formats! I’m ecstatic to announce it’ll be narrated by Ramon de Ocampo, award-winning voice of the “Diary of a Wimpy Kid” audiobooks.

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Ocampo has been a familiar TV-face for decades, starring on shows from Grey’s Anatomy to West Wing to Hawaii 5-0 and Sons of Anarchy, with roles on Castle, Bones, Law and Order, and several CIS shows, too. TURBO will take place all over the globe, with numerous interesting international characters. Very much looking forward to hearing Ramon bring them all to life!

http://www.ramondeocampo.com/www.ramondeocampo.com/Resume.html

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Spring 2018 YA Scavenger Hunt

Posted in Uncategorized on April 3, 2018 by Austin Aslan

Hi! You found your way over to Austin Aslan during the Spring 2018 YA Scavenger Hunt! Congratulations. You probably arrived here via Cheyanne Young. Awesome. (And my Team Green #YASH host is Emil Sher. Check it out!) If you happen to not know what the heck I’m talking about, Go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page to find out all about the hunt. And if you’re experiencing any technical glitches, don’t worry, Glitch Happens. Go here for some tasty medicine.

I can finally share the exciting book related news I’ve hinted at in past YASHes! (Is YASHes a word? It is now…) I have a new series dropping with HarperCollins! I’m so excited about this project and very proud of the completed first novel. TURBO Racers: Trailblazer will become available for purchase on January 1, 2019. The film and television rights have already been swept up. Stay tuned for more deets throughout the year! And check out the official announcement on Publishers Weekly… Such incredible people involved. I couldn’t be more thrilled.

The series follows 7th grader Mace Blazer as he dreams of joining the TURBOnauts, who pilot specialized vehicles that morph during a single race between high-octane roadsters, supersonic aircrafts, and torpedo-fast submersibles. Trailblazer is set for winter 2019, and the second book in the deal for early 2020.

Now, without further ado…let’s YASH!

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AND NOW FOR THE MAIN EVENT! I’M HOSTING Shonna Slayton!

Shonna has provided me with an excerpt from THE TOWER PRINCESS,  a book cover, and a painting of a pomande. Enjoy!

 

FUN FACT from THE TOWER PRINCESS

In THE TOWER PRINCESS, Gressa has a keen interest in herbs. She tries to grow them in her tower, but they don’t fare well because they—like her—need to be outside.

Gressa dries her herbs and keeps them in a pomander, a gold sphere with segments like an orange. One section remains empty for the fabled rowan trees that used to grow in her land, and that she hopes will one day return.

Traditionally, pomanders were used to hold perfume, often in the form of wax. Today, pomanders made with oranges and cloves are quite popular.

Here’s a scene where Gressa is allowed a small plot of land for her precious herbs:

Excerpt

Gressa packed the freshly tilled dirt around her struggling herb plants. “There you go, my sweet woodruff,” she said. “Grow strong here in the shade.” She sat back on her heels, admiring the neat rows of seedlings transplanted from the pots in her room. At least now they had a chance of surviving outside with the common graces of the sun and the rain.

“And what does that one do?” asked Old Anne. “I’m not familiar with it.”

She was pointing to a cluster of deep green leaves with flowers just beginning to bud. Gressa stood and planted her hands on her hips. “According to Axell’s book, this one works well for an upset stomach and for healing wounds. However, what the book recommends most is to dry it and place it in our beds. Its common name is bedstraw. It’s supposed to keep the fleas away.”

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Blurb: Their families didn’t want them to meet, but now that they have, everything has changed.
The townspeople call her the Tower Princess, but Gressa’s life is no fairy tale. She’s never understood why she’s been separated from the rest of the kingdom, but now that she’s older the pieces are coming together.

For too long she’s been trapped in her brother’s scheme to find a way through the magical wall dividing their kingdom in two. She doesn’t expect any help from the prince to the south, even if he did manage to bumble his way to her rescue. If she could pick anyone to form an alliance, it would be the squire she watches train from her window; he shows promise. But, confined to her tower, there’s nothing she can do…or is there?

One day a hole opens up in the Dividing Wall and with it, a chance for Gressa to change everything.

Bio:

SHONNA SLAYTON writes historical fairy tales and is the co-creator of the Fairy-tale Forum group on Facebook.

She finds inspiration in reading vintage diaries written by teens, who despite using different slang, sound a lot like teenagers today.

When not writing, Shonna enjoys amaretto lattes and spending time with her husband and children in Arizona.

Download a free story from Shonna here:  http://shonnaslayton.com/
Add THE TOWER PRINCESS to your Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/37769880-the-tower-princess
Follow Shonna on Instagram: http://instagram.com/shonna.slayton/

 

 

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Exciting stuff, Shonna! All right, fearless hunter, off you go… But before you scurry off to visit the next author on the hunt, Steven Dos Santos, please feel free to peek around my entire site for a while and follow the links to my two YA survival-disaster sci fi novels, THE ISLANDS AT THE END OF THE WORLD and THE GIRL AT THE CENTER OF THE WORLD. And please leave a comment below, let me know you stopped by!

And please check out my recent photo essays for Gore-Tex(R) chronicling my epic two-month, 800-mile Arizona Trail thru hike. And be sure to follow me on twitter, tumblr, instagram and facebook to follow my adventures in real time!

MOVE ALONG FOLKS, YOU’VE ONLY GOT A FEW DAYS TO GET THROUGH THIS!
Please continue your delectable YA Scavenger Hunt by visiting the next lovely author: Steven Dos Santos. Go! Do it! DO IT NOW!!!

 

NEW BOOK ANNOUNCEMENT!

Posted in Uncategorized on March 4, 2018 by Austin Aslan

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Friends! I have waited, eagerly, for quite a long time to finally confirm this HarperCollins book news! I’m so excited about this project and very proud of the completed first novel. “TURBO Racers: Trailblazer” will become available for purchase on January 1, 2019. Stay tuned for more deets throughout the year! And check out the official announcement on Publishers Weekly… Such incredible people involved. I couldn’t be more thrilled.

Today we’ve lost worlds, filled with people…

Posted in Uncategorized on January 23, 2018 by Austin Aslan

I’m very sad to hear the news today that Ursula K. Le Guin has passed away. She is one of the most sublime wordsmiths you will ever read. Period. She made the English language beautiful, and her stories are more vivid than reality, and often hold more truth. Her creativity was singular. We’ve lost today not just a skilled author, but worlds, filled with people. Pick up “A Wizard of Earthsea” today. Read it. Weep, for her loss, but also at her words. After all, she would tell you: words contain magic.

Fall 2017 YA Scavenger Hunt!

Posted in Uncategorized on October 3, 2017 by Austin Aslan

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Hi! You found your way over to Austin Aslan during the Spring 2017 YA Scavenger Hunt! Congratulations. You may have arrived here via JENNIFER DIGIOVANNI. Awesome. (And my Team Gold #YASH host is Jillian Dodd. Check it out!) If you happen to not know what the heck I’m talking about, Go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page to find out all about the hunt. And if you’re experiencing any technical glitches, don’t worry, Glitch Happens. Go here for some tasty medicine.

So, here’s the deal. I actually have some very exciting book related news to share. But… I can’t share it yet. This is STILL true! I will be able to share more very soon, so stay posted. Meanwhile, instead of slowing down your blog hunt with a fluffy, superfluous blog post (which you’d just skim anyway), I’ll get on with the show.

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You’re welcome.

AND NOW FOR THE MAIN EVENT! I’M HOSTING Chanda Stafford!

Chanda has provided me with a deleted excerpt from her YA dystopian, First. This novel takes place in a world where the elite can live forever if they transfer their minds into a younger person’s body. This works out great for the adults, but has tragic consequences for the kids.

 

In this deleted scene, one of the main characters, Socrates, is on his way to view potential candidates for his next Exchange procedure.

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“Do you really think you’re going to find someone at Chesaning?” Ed stares out the blimp’s window, his hands clasped behind his back. “It’s in the middle of nowhere. They’re all hicks. No one’s been chosen from there in years.” The sun glistens off of the wispy gray hairs stretching across his head.

“Frost picked a boy from there not too long ago.” I settle back into my seat and let the soft synthetic material caress my skin. Ben whines at my feet, his ears pressed tight against his skull. He hates flying. I stroke his head until the brown and black shepherd mix settles at my feet. “Good boy.”

Ed harrumphs. “We should go back to Darson, or that one outside of Nashville…” He snaps his fingers, trying to remember the name. “Presley. That’s it. I heard three kids got picked from there last year.”

“I’m not going back. The candidates aren’t going to change enough in a few months for me to change my mind. You know whoever I pick has got to be special.”

“Yes, well,” Ed grumbles, but he doesn’t continue his argument. He knows choosing the perfect candidate for this delicate procedure is extremely important. My life depends on it. I haven’t lived for five hundred years just to take risks with my own mortality now.

He turns to me, and now he stands silhouetted against the light. I can’t make out the stern set to his thin lips or the way he squints his eyes, as if that’ll help him see better, but I know it’s there. That’s what happens when you’ve known someone most of their lives.

“As your advisor, I feel that I need to remind you that we don’t have much time left. You need to make a decision.”

“Duly noted,” I reply, my voice dry.

Sunlight streams through the oval-shaped windows, right onto my dry, wrinkled hands. The paper thin skin sags around veins and bones barely pumping blood. I’ve never been this old before. There’s a kind of tragic beauty to it. The ending of a life, the decomposition of a body, while its heart is still beating. Still, I’ll be relieved after I’ve found a Surrogate. Ed’s right, I’m cutting it close this time.

The intercom beeps, and the pilot announces that we’ve reached our destination and are about to land.

“I have a good feeling about Chesaning, my old friend. I’m sure we’ll find the right candidate here.” We have to. With cancer eating at my body and my mind, I have to act fast or I won’t have much of a soul left for the procedure.

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Exciting stuff, Chanda! All right, fearless hunter, off you go… But before you scurry off to visit the next author on the hunt, Margo Kelly, please feel free to peek around my entire site for a while and follow the links to my two YA survival-disaster sci fi novels, THE ISLANDS AT THE END OF THE WORLD and THE GIRL AT THE CENTER OF THE WORLD. And please leave a comment below, let me know you stopped by!

And please check out my recent photo essays for Gore-Tex(R) chronicling my epic two-month, 800-mile Arizona Trail thru hike. And be sure to follow me on twitter, tumblr, instagram and facebook to follow my adventures in real time!

MOVE ALONG FOLKS, YOU’VE ONLY GOT A FEW DAYS TO GET THROUGH THIS!
Please continue your delectable YA Scavenger Hunt by visiting the next lovely author: Margo Kelly. Go! Do it! DO IT NOW!!!

 

On the rebranding of hurtful names

Posted in Social Justice on August 30, 2017 by Austin Aslan

I know a little about this debate. In 2007 I successfully organized a grassroots campaign to rename a Sacramento middle school and county park. Charles Goethe was a rich American eugenicist who helped fund the involuntary sterilization of over 20,000 black women throughout CA in the 1920s. A group of school administrators in low-income inner-city Goethe Middle School, which served a majority black local population, were outraged when they learned of the namesake’s history. We got the school’s name changed to Rosa Parks, and later changed Goethe County Park to River Bend Park. goethe_photo2

These efforts were popular and received very little push back. But the opposing forces employed a familiar argument: the slippery slope. Where does the madness stop? Are Washington and Jefferson next? It’s a ridiculous argument on every level. In point of fact, our effort stopped with Goethe. There was zero appetite among any of the activists to target larger historical figures. Anyway, I’m proud of the ridicule I personally received from right-wing radio on account of this worthy campaign to make public spaces less oppressive and hurtful for significant portions of local citizens. Listen to the idiotic rant of the talk show host, as he calls me a “thin-skinned candy ass” by name, and then blithely makes the argument that Goethe was only caught up in something that was “popular” during his day, so, bankrolling a eugenics experiment not his fault? (I think he was poorly trying to equate Goethe with Washington, et al, who owned slaves when it was “socially acceptable” to do so. That comparison is strained, of course, as Washington and Jefferson, et al, are known historically for so much more than tossing big sums of money around Sacramento and doing experiments on vulnerable women.) Also, I’ll link to a Wall Street Journal article that was written about our effort. Tamara Keith, who’s now big on national NPR, also did a ten minute story on this campaign when she worked at KQED. So, it got plenty of coverage. This whole debate is certainly nothing new.

WSJ article: “The point is to close these hurtful chapters in this country’s past” said Austin Aslan, a community organizer who campaigned against the Goethe name. “It’s part of the great reconciliation this nation is going through.”

(PS. The efforts to wipe away Goethe’s name from Sacramento are some of my proudest campaigns back when I was a professional community organizer. Of course, these efforts were only successful b/c of the passionate activism of several dozens of local community leaders and churches.)

 

 

Speechless

Posted in Uncategorized on January 29, 2017 by Austin Aslan

I’m usually good with words. I make a living formulating written sentences, at any rate. So when I shamefully admit that President Trump holds this bizarre power to render me speechless, I’m being somewhat rhetorical, yes, but I want you to pick up on my full meaning.

I’ve spent the past three months avoiding politics the way I might avoid the physical location of a loved one’s murder. It was too painful, too raw. I couldn’t, wouldn’t, talk or think about it. Period. I think I was in a clinical state of shock. I mean that literally. I knew what was coming and I knew to be petrified. From the moment I switched off the television on election night all the way up through inauguration, I understood in my marrow how frightening the reality of a Trump Administration would be. My news black-out wasn’t a failure of citizenship. My knowledge of Donald Trump and of American party politics was more than sufficient on its own to carry me, like gravity pulling a car running on fumes toward the gas station at the bottom of a hill, beyond the event horizon of election night to glimpse what an epic cataclysm the next four years could become. From Trump’s relationship with the press to his unscrupulous ties to foreign interests in conflict with our nation’s security to his psychopathic narcissism to the joy he takes in first making enemies and then casually ripping them to shreds, it has always been clear to me that we’d be entering a horrific, scary-as-hell moment in history.

We had literally handed over the White House to Heath Ledger’s Joker. Why would I want to watch that train wreck?

Days before the inauguration I tried very, very hard to strike a hopeful tone. I genuinely wanted our nation to succeed and to communicate that I was open to being surprised and even challenged by this fresh start. I offered the Trump Administration the benefit of the doubt. What in God’s sullied name was I thinking?

My fellow Americans of all stripes and creeds, it’s only been ONE WEEK. Trump has far exceeded the horrors of my imagination. This is where I get tongue-tied. I don’t even know where to begin: his calculated and diabolical campaign against facts and media dispersal? His willingness to stop scientific communication dead in its tracks, even when it concerns data that could help CHILDREN suffering from asthma? Actually moving forward on building a ridiculously expensive symbol that has zero functionality along our borders? Green-lighting RAIDS to tear our nation’s families in two? Actually making religious litmus tests for entry, much less membership, a real thing? IT’S BEEN ONE WEEK. I’m beginning to truly wonder which countries we’ll be at war with by this summer.

Here’s the rub, and what I should be leading with: What I’m most frightened of is the background radiation of Trump’s approach to governing. It’s not supposed to work, and the very fact that he won the Oval Office demonstrates that he’s capable of defying political gravity. But, conventionally, he can’t get away with what he’s doing. It’s not supposed to be possible. What literally keeps me up at night is the fear that he proves this convention wrong. American politics has always been an august and disciplined exercise in building consensus, adding friends and allies. Politics by the very definition of the word is an additive pursuit. You build coalitions and you find clever ways to create conduits of inclusion. You make your tent bigger. Trump has been in office for one week and every single action he has taken has been some form of kicking people out, punching them while their down, slamming the door in their face, and lighting fuses in people’s pockets. Name ONE action he’s taken that’s remotely reconciliatory to his political foes—who outnumber him, by the way.

Unless our politics is really THAT broken, by November of 2020 Trump should be polling in the low decimals. I HAVE to have faith that our nation won’t forget this past week. I need to believe we’ll hold Trump and his pack of wolves accountable for their simple breach of decorum–of this past week alone! Politics of Napalm can’t be allowed to work. It can’t last. It can’t be allowed to stand. If Trump’s legacy includes any victories whatsoever from JUST THIS PAST WEEK, the United States of America has lost something lasting in its heretofore noble fiber. We experience a very real degradation of our moral righteousness and our sacred code. The shining beacon of light on the hill that President Reagan once spoke of will have gone out. We’ve never been perfect, but we will now utterly lose the authority to point fingers and declare injustice in the rest of the world. That is a very real loss of righteous power. If this is God’s chosen nation, then we have undeniably failed Him. It’s an absolutely horrible, terrifying outcome. We’ve never been closer to failing the American Experiment. These are the stakes. After ONE WEEK, this is where Heath Ledger’s Joker has drawn the line in the sand.

After what happened in November, I don’t know whether or not we collectively have what it takes to win our moral high ground back. This is the question that keeps me sleepless and speechless. And I don’t even think we can wait four years to see what the answer is.

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