Archive for the ‘Writing/Publishing’ Category
Perhaps contrary to appearances, I endeavour to keep my criticism of people in the spotlight here on topic, and confined to a recounting of facts (to the best of my knowledge) and then express my opinions and conclusions. I don’t set out to ‘destroy’ people but rather, to give them some feedback. And occasionally express […]
Wow. Great shot. Talk about moody. Source: Newshub Features on Twitter. I’ve recently been thinking (again) about how media organizations harvest people-in-the-news’s social media profiles – often without permission and often murky about attribution – Source: “supplied” or “Facebook”. I hope I don’t sound too much like a hypocrite because I do use pix “published” on […]
Nice to have some assistance with this latest book project. But look at her slacking on the job. It’s hard to get good help these days.
Obligations and choice It took Mia ten minutes to make her way to the three blue silos and coming up to them she looked for another pattern to take her onward to safety. A stabbing pain had formed in her arms and chest, but she knew she could not yet rest, and so she […]
Strange New Worlds Mia sat. She waited for a sign but no sign came. She heard only the occasional distant, angry honking of cars in the gathered mêlée somewhere ahead of her. Her eyes dropped as if she were about to cry, and she called to her sister in the Shadow Lands for guidance. […]
Big trouble under the shadow of the Tower The tower loomed ahead in the dark like an ancient, druid obelisk. It was a lonely thing, and in the fading light it took on the color of desolate gray; it was as hoary and as ugly as a pile of wetted ash. There was power […]
Bartholomew Leading A broken rib is no big deal. Sure, it hurts like Hell, but three or more broken ribs hurt worse and, snapped and broken and freely moving under the weight and pressure of a 280lb man can be unpleasantly deadly. The man in my body struggled madly, and Jerry, angry and frightened […]
The Ghost of things to come I went up the tree and, taking one last look across the pallid, soup-bowl horizon of Wormwood, I saw it as dismal. Its flatness and smell of rotting vegetation from the vast swamp below seemed somehow now appalling to me after the glory of the hive mound. I […]
Lester The Magus on the couch remained catatonic, lost to the past and to her charges in Wormwood and too, her sister in the Shadow Lands. Lester on the bed, almost dead, and we: Maxwell, Lilith, Becky, the Chaldean (for that was his race), and I walked out from under the living umbrella of the […]
Magus Young, Magus Old The couch, the couch, the couch, my God… thank God for it. The Magus sunk back in its softness but found little comfort in her collapse, for she felt monumentally sick to her stomach. The confusion between the worlds she thought she would walk with the golem and the Eidolon […]
The Hive Mound of the Chora Lester’s Eidolon looked at the golem and said, “Down!” She pulled him into a crouching position in the deep snow, though why she did it she did not know. The boy stared at her and whistled softly. “What?” Lester asked annoyed, for she felt the boy’s attention hotly […]
Travelers in the String World Taking control of the Eidolon’s body, the Magus climbed from the bed and, ignoring the golem, stepped into the snow. It was cold. Treacherously cold, and she immediately insulated the Eidolon’s feet from danger and warmed her body. “Snow? How could it be snowing?” the Magus thought, looking through the […]
The Precipice I know much about my cell, too much, in fact. In my more lucid moments there, I explored every inch of it, looking for ways and things I might use to kill myself with and, just because I live now, it does not mean to say I found nothing.
Wonderful advice — especially in election season, when dealing with politicians and partisan nut jobs. – P Update: thinking about this reminded me of this just fabulous cartoon: