Archive for the ‘Writing/Publishing’ Category

What a photo of Patrick Gower!

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 […]

Copy editor slacking on the job 

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.

The escape of exnzpat, Part 32

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 […]

The escape of exnzpat, Part 31

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.  […]

Being critical

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The escape of exnzpat, Part 30

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 […]

The escape of exnzpat, Part 29

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 escape of exnzpat, Part 28

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 […]

The escape of exnzpat, Part 27

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 […]

The escape of exnzpat, Part 26

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 escape of exnzpat, Part 25

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 […]

The escape of exnzpat, Part 24

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 escape of exnzpat, Part 23

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.

Orwell on writing, sincerity and simplicity

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:

The escape of exnzpat, Part 22

The Bride of Endor Mia left the old nurse to her magazine and finished her rounds.  There were nine children on the floor with five rooms empty.  It would be an easy, quiet night she decided, and perfect for her purpose.  Of all the children but Lester F were recovering from chemotherapy.  Two were to […]