My Small Story
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.”
When that Feeling Something’s Wrong Keeps Growing
I had a breakthrough. But not until suffering through the terror I might have wasted the past two-plus years.
Libraries, Levels, and the Readercon
For kicks and giggles last week, I checked World Catalogue again. The book is now in 11 libraries!
808,483, but Who’s Counting?
So, I stopped the blind stabs of opening files and hopeful keyword searches and used Scrivener to build an Index
Busy with Fun and Not Fun Stuff
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
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.
The Musicality of Water
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 […]
Another book read
Write and Grow Rich: Secrets of Successful Authors and Publishers by Alinka Rutkowska My rating: 4 of 5 stars Solid advice from a variety of authors, including fiction, which is not exceptionally common. Slightly sales pitchy at times, but that is part of the performance of the book: this book and what people do in […]
Been Busy Doing Things That Aren’t Especially Exciting to Talk About
Popping up here, again, to show that I haven’t died. And to excuse myself by revealing the several irons I have in the fire. And playing with fire is what’s been keeping me quiet, hypnotize by the jumping flames. (Anyone who remembers me from Boy Scouts would know I’m a bit of a pyro.) Okay […]
