Apocryphal Henge

When she was young, she never smiled like this. Now that she’s older and has changed states, I wanted to pass this along.  Made by Tracy Michallow of StarArtWorks.  She and her husband are quite talented; please give them a visit!

I’ve paddled about my future history and have so far not come up with where I’m going next.  I have to have an answer tomorrow, or I’ll die.  And, what the hell am I supposed to rename “Defiant”?!

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The Second Bridge, pt.11

Wow.  All this in five hours.  Sorry, folks, I’m taking tomorrow off or else I’m dead.

I’m hoping to see something that takes me off in a new direxion tomorrow.  11k words here is, I think, enough.  I am SO HAPPY things ended up where they are.  Sure:  I can go full Will Deonne and have Henge’s nanomaterials disassociate her into a drift of sand on the floor, but I don’t think I will.

Sweet Jesus:  what will their children be like?!

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The Second Bridge, pt.10

Funny that I’ve yet to reach the plot point that made me laugh out loud while driving to work yesterday.  Perhaps tomorrow.  Whether 500 or 5000 words, I need to create a permanent or temporary close to this story:  the professional edit and new cover for my first novel “The Fourth Law” are complete and I need those uploaded to Createspace.  The cover is the easy part.  The text body has to go from Word to pdf, wherein I edit and move, then request a physical proof for review.  I’ve done this three times already, but at about once every nine months I drink too much to recall the details.

Below the fold, I’d had some conversations recently with some in the medical field about challenges that might be faced by new-made humans.

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The Second Bridge, pt.8

Much better now.  My wife made the astute observation:  “this is going to kill you.”

Of course it will!  But I rather die in a weltering of my stories than a drugged plant in front of the teevee, shoveling cheesy-puffs into my mouth.

Below, originally from my second novel, Echoes of Family Lost, are two now very old friends talking shop.

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Bridge; suspended

Saw much while at work today:  project manager Chinon’s surprise when Dorina tells him she’ll be running things at Chise’s brief restart; Shandor’s possible betrayal (and thus Thaad’s possible reaxion); Pius XIII on his knees in his office in the Vatican, praying; a certain door to a certain chamber opening… as the thin rug of reality that gets torn out from under Leslie…

So I saw that.  But I’m very tired and do not want to screw it all up for everyone.  Please, grant me a night for them to let me dream their details.  Confused?  You won’t be after tomorrow’s episode of The Second Bridge.

PS  You really, really think there are such things as coincidences?  This showed up, today, of all days!