Busy with Fun and Not Fun Stuff

by wlancehunt, November 9, 2022 in Books, fantasy, Personal Narrative, productivity, resilience, Writing Now

Lots of potential here: the parallels between narcotic use and necromancy are interesting, the language is often Chandler-esque in a good way, and it delves into some interesting psychological territory.
    “However….”

My Small Story

by wlancehunt in Personal Narrative

On the street, we walk, the survivors. Along side us are the workers of the fish market, in boots, jeans, t-shirts, aprons. I ask where the ferry is.
“Back in hell. Just turn around, and hang a left in the middle of hell.”

Too Early in the Morning for an Epiphany

Since that spill, I’ve borne a grudge against the sinister presence that created “right” ways. That enforced its rules whimsically, letting me do it my way much of the time. Tricking me other times. Sometimes even punishing me with a broken glass or painful scrape.

Smoke on a Subway Platform

“There’s been an attack at the 36th street stop.”
     “Where Max waits for Andoni.”

Another European War against a Deluded Dictator

by wlancehunt in Uncategorized

  I had a post ready to go, a lighthearted look at paying attention to what you’re doing and the right vs. my way of getting things done.     And then Russia invaded Ukraine.     Suddenly, the world was different. So too will this issue of the newsletter be. Friends and Family      I have neither […]

A Sip of Chirp: Leaning on Audio

by wlancehunt in Books, fantasy, Personal Narrative

26 books in 10 months. Not shabby.

Only the Dead Have Nothing Left to Learn

That stuff, well, once you stop learning about those things, you’re dead—even if your body is still walking about, going through the motions of life. That’s existing, simply not being buried yet. 

20 Years On

Scars makes sense for the body—stop bleeding, prevent an infection, protect the break—quickly—to keep us alive and then repair the harm as fast as possible. Gotta keep going after all. But, some scars heal up better than others.

The Musicality of Water

by wlancehunt in Books, fantasy

Generally, I avoid books featuring fae, finding them too often derivative or pollyannish.  Mississippi Missing, an urban fantasy laced with fae, came as rather a surprise. It neither demanded I know everything about the entire fairy world. Nor assuming I share a fan’s devotion to the intricacies of Welsh, Scottish, and whatever-all-esle mythologies. Sure, a […]

If It Were a Snake, It Would Have Bit You.

Daemons were not part of Philip Pullman’s original idea for the Golden Compass. And understanding this may have saved the novel I’m working on.

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