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.

The New Normal is Pretty Much Like the Old, with Scratches

Scary as hell living in Brooklyn, the deadliest place on earth for Covid-19. For a few grim weeks.

Speculative Fictions

by wlancehunt in Books, fantasy, Writing Now

My brain is hurt by all the stuff I’ll probably miss.

Success is a Lousy Teacher

by wlancehunt in Books, fantasy, Writing Now

Success is a Lousy Teacher or, how success is reached by climbing a stairway built of failures

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