From the SF story I’m working on, “You Remind Me of Summer”. Think it will end up being 6-7k. Madhur hesitated in the doorway of the bar. No sign on the outside other than a weathered metal plaque set at … Continue reading
This is what I’ve been working on today. It’s a lot closer to being done that it was. This is how Renee lost her phone and gained an obsession. She was in the park near work. It was a sunny … Continue reading
Here’s an account of this week’s two day trips plus a teaser from the new horror story, “Jaco Tours,” I’m working on.
Really pleased with the current project, a continuation and expansion of A Seed on the Wind: He took a landing towards Neryon neighborhood, a narrow outjut of stone augmented with board and rope buildings dragging at the stone, which was … Continue reading
I’m finishing up A Cavern Ripe with Dreams, the sequel to A Seed On the Wind. A version will undoubtedly go out to Patreon patrons before I start shopping the combined novellas around as a single entity.
Finishing up the final polish of a story today, titled “Reality Storage”. It fits in both the Villa Encantada series as well as the category of “stories inspired by the remodeling and moving process.” Here you go:
If you’re one of my Patreon patrons, rejoice! I have finished a brand spanking new story for tomorrow and you guys will be literally the first human beings to read it in its entirety (Wayne’s heard part of a draft. Living with a writer who insists on reading stuff aloud may or may not be a bonus, depending on how you view it. I firmly insist it is one.).
I’m on fire! was my first thought. Then — some very stupid part of me bubbled up But look at how pretty the blue edges flicker — and then panic overwhelmed me again as some lizard part of my brain … Continue reading
Along Vera’s neck, on either side, are three round bits of grillwork, and when she comes in hard and fast, they scream, a whine that grates along all your nerves, even when you’ve heard it before. They screamed now, and … Continue reading
I’d been feeling queazy for miles — too much fresh fruit last town, trying to pack in as much as I could — so finally I tapped Roto on the shoulder and we left the bus during a stretch and pee break. Big Fredo was driving the tents truck and he had a sweet spot for Roto, so he let us climb up into the sheltered spot just behind the cab, where we were sheltered from the wind but still could feel the bite of the air and where, if I needed to, I could lean out and vomit into the sandy gravel of the road.