Hi there, I’m only …ummm… 8 days late with my next post. What’s going on is I have been giving a lot of thought to the ‘Glass Bottles’ series as the 4th book is working towards a finish, and then the likely 5th and final book for it will be next. Which means I need another series to write. I’ve a number of choices and potential formats. Urban Fantasy is fun and entertaining to write, plus there’s on occasion of ‘Magick’ being a useful bit of Deus ex Machina. I like Science Fiction also, and have a few stories … [READ MORE]
Hi! Since I’m not longer with Facebook (and never likely to go back until they quit blocking me if I take my computer out of the house to the donut shop for coffee) I will do updates and conversations here. This is currently a very limited venue, but one I hope to enlarge over the coming weeks. Right now it’s been a looooong time silent because I hadn’t any new portions of stories to share. Today it’s not about sharing a story but starting a conversation about writing. I enjoy writing but have a great difficulty maintaining focus and momentum … [READ MORE]
There are days when I can crank out a lot of words, and days when each one is like trying to pull an infected tooth. My biggest frustration though, is when the story quits talking to me. Usually it happens right before the start of the climax though sometimes it’s right in the first few chapters. It just shuts up and won’t say a thing.
At this point I have two choices – 1) fight for every word and mumble incoherently while I try to feel my way ahead, or 2) shelve the project until the little voice starts whispering … [READ MORE]
After Judge Caddus left, and thoughtfully left the bottle under my coffee cup, I called Sinera in to ask her take on the conversation.
“He is truly disturbed by finding the item. It is not his only concern however. I do not have a notion of what his other concern might be. He is very careful with speech and mannerisms.”
“So asking him directly is not going to be an option.”
Sinera shrugged, then sat down in the guest chair. “I do not believe so. If he would have given an indication of concern, I am certain that … [READ MORE]
He stared at me for a long moment. His eyes locked on mine and I don’t think he ever blinked. He sat and stared, as if trying to find a way to broach a subject. Finally he sighed, then reached up a sleeve on his robe. He took a few moments to locate something by touch, then removed his closed hand and placed on my desk in front of me. He opened his hand and withdrew it, leaving behind a small metallic-like blue glass bottle. The same kind of bottle that cost my friend Zhirk his life and Hervald Thensome … [READ MORE]
Larry waved us over to their pine picnic table. He had thoughtfully set out corn on the cob, American style french fries, water, and a salad bowl for a snack. He and Fawn had learned how much work went into marriage, and that no one family ever had it like the fairy tales. They had more good days than bad now, and Zhira was one reason why. I’d just sat down to grab an ear of corn, when my cellphone buzzed. An instant later, a shrill ringing came from an open window in their house.
Fawn grumbled and stalked toward … [READ MORE]
The blast of power blotted out the cloudless blue sky with a rippling distortion that turned everything grey. It smashed into me like a runaway truck. I held my ground and diverted the power upwards by imagining a curved surface in front of me. The surface did its job and the power flashed upwards to break apart in blots of grey surrounded by flecks of blue. Imagination is a great weapon when you don’t need a circle to cast, but you pay for it with headaches and lethargy. I had both in spades.
We’d finally gotten a handle … [READ MORE]
Elizabeth walked slowly past navigation and listened to the animated chatter at the stations. They’re all excited. It’s not every day we find a new species. She’d noted that while nearing the end of the shift, all crew on deck were awake and talking animatedly with each other. She smiled at the speculation about the alien on board.
She pulled up the EVA list again, checking it before sending it to the captain. Ratko, Rusty, Gogo, Lenz, Martine, Singh. All have their certificates for EVA. She allowed herself a smile. We’re treasure hunters! To think I had to go to … [READ MORE]
Elizabeth watched Captain Devereux wait impatiently at the shuttle bay airlock as the atmosphere slowly equalized. Rusty’s statement that the shuttle had an alien survivor aboard surprised everyone on the bridge. Now all those that could be at the bay, were there, waiting to glimpse this ‘survivor’. A new species? What do we call it? Heck, what does it call itself? She’d decided on calling the survivor an ‘it’ since she had no idea of gender, or even if there was one in the classical sense. How does something survive in a vacuum? What kind of tech makes up the … [READ MORE]