Words achieved today: 5022 Current Hearts of Tabat wordcount: 85264 Total word count for the week: 10022 Total word count for this retreat: 10022 Worked on Hearts of Tabat, Christmas story for anthology (“My Name is Scrooge”) Time spent on … Continue reading
The meeting room had been storage area originally. Like everything else in the laboratory converted into headquarters, it was cramped, incredibly cramped, and more soon because of the outsized table someone had jammed into the middle. Chairs were crammed in around, an assortment of styles and shapes, as though everyone had elected to bring their own seating arrangement. In a corner was a small triangular table, holding a battered coffee pot and a perpetually empty plate.
They were the first to arrive, and Ms. Liberty took the opportunity to select, not the sturdiest chair (a hefty wooden bench) in the room, which the Unicorn would probably need, but the second sturdiest. Her augmented flesh was denser than that of most of the other team members, and she thought that breaking a chair would be a bad way to start off her first week with the team. The chair she picked was made of metal and was unyielding underneath her ans she sat down. She tried to relax into it, tried to assume the pose that would convey her attitude when others entered the room: not too eager but certainly on the alert.
Meanwhile, X wandered the corners of the room, extruded a long thin tentacle, which thoroughly explored the inner workings of the coffeepot, fingered the edges of the map of the world thumbtacked to the wall next to the nonfunctioning video screen. Over Antarctica, someone had scrawled in barely legible green pen, “Kilroy was here.”… Continue reading
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