Synopsis: Stella’s life is on the unusual side, but whose isn’t nowadays, half a century after the Fall that led to this ruined landscape with its mesh of mythology and machinery? Still, being brought up as part of a troupe of circus performers wandering along the coast of the Inner Sea, going from small village to small village, sets her apart from many.
This snippet from the story I’m currently working on is set in the same world as recent pieces “Her Windowed Eyes, Her Chambered Heart” and “So Little Comfort in This World.”
This story’s still deciding whether it’s a comedy or a tragedy. I suspect a little of both. When he realized how upset his wife was, George wondered if he might have miscalculated. Normally a quiet and loving partner, she was … Continue reading
Here’s a snippet from what I’ve been working on today. Peeps who attended the Plotting class yesterday (which was AWESOME) – this is the story that I showed you the initial notes for.
I’m working on the sequel to recently-finished Beasts of Tabat, whose working title is Hearts of Tabat. Here’s a snippet I wrote this morning.
Adelina did something she’d mocked other people for doing. She consulted a Dream Reader.
Everyone sensible knew that Dream Readers were frauds, making up stories to suit the needs they could read in their clients. Everyone’s dreams were as individual as their minds, everyone had their own internal cartography leading to entirely different parts of their brains.
But the dream had come three mornings in a row. Three mornings when she woke up with a start, fear clamping its fingers, slender as reeds, strong as iron, around her throat, her hands clenched so hard that her nails bit into the heels of her hands.
Here’s another chunk from “Elections at Villa Encantada,” a darkly humorous story about a very odd condo complex. It’s been fun filling out the complex’s roster a little in this story, and I’m going back to revise one of the unpublished ones with some of these details. Like the talking cacti.
(This is from the yet untitled steampunk-new weird-horror piece which I’m thinking will be the first week’s Writeathon story and which I also think may end up at novelette length.) Doctor Larch has a pet crow named Jonah. He says … Continue reading
I’m finishing up a story for the Glitter and Mayhem anthology, involving the Midwestern town I grew up in and lesbian were-seals. Here’s what may be the opener. Here’s Anna and I all through high school: a geeky Hispanic theater … Continue reading
Still revamping this, since it insists on struggling from novelette length towards novella. Here you go. Friendly Village loops and winds, tiny roads scattered among the trailers. Every patch of landscaping is different – cacti surrounded one mobile home, followed … Continue reading
Feeling good and energized after WorldCon, ready to finish up a piece that’s been floating around in my head for a while. Story elements include Hawaiian shirts, a retirement community called Friendly Village, an old love affair, a smart-alecky fortune teller, rabbits, and centaurs. Here’s the current beginning.