I am, by many measures, a failure as a human. I have no empathy, no sympathy. I am not emotionally expressive. This past weekend we saw Daughter #1 formally off to college. My wife was a wreck. I gave my girl a hug and said “call or text if you’ve problems; later.”
It’s not that I don’t have and express emotions, it’s that I choose where to do it and even then can get blind-sided. I thought the short story of “Old Friends” was going to be a harmless reunion. Until I was more than halfway into the project did they show me that John Brunelli was unwell. Nichole’s reaction to that was so severe that I was unable to write. Yes, you read that correctly: a character’s reaction to a revelation in my own head was so strong I couldn’t function properly.
I was finally able to sneak up on it in pieces. I could split it, but why make y’all any more miserable than I was? Here’s the last part of “Old Friends.” I so need to write something light and fluffy next…
Continue reading “Departing Friends”
On fire for this short story, it seems. Wonder what they will show me tomorrow?
PS Spoilers for my novels ahead.
Continue reading “Older Friends”
I’m sure there’s a word for something like that. I’ll shoehorn this intro-short into the front of WWE somehow…
I’ll have a little banner across the top front cover that says “A sequel to Echoes of Family Lost” and include the same in the descriptor of the Amazon page. If someone wants to buy it anyway – and Lord knows I bought dozens of SF/F books as a kid, not knowing they were halfway through a series – then what’s below the fold should give them enough traxion to get into the story.
Need a good copyeditor? Monica is your gal.
Continue reading “Pro-prologue”
70.6k words, three days before my self-imposed deadline of 31 May, the raw manuscript of Worlds Without End is complete. I shall make one to two editing passes at it before handing it to my very talented editor/copyeditor Monica San Nicholas. In parallel I’ve the staff at Jacoby Alley working on the cover. With the luck of a stainless steel rat and the grace of God, I might have this released to the wild by 4 July.
My liver is looking forward to its vacation.
Continue reading “Is the Order a Fork?”
This bridges to the last installment of Part 2. All that’s left is Gary’s visit with Robert, escalating to a meeting of some/several of the Council, and whatever political fallout there is of that.
Then they all go to Mass on Sunday. Henge has a seizure and Part 2 ends. After the resolution of the seizure; I’m an ass but not that big of one.
Continue reading “Sacraments”
When you and your Intended want nothing more than to mate like mad minks but have the honor, intelligence, and wisdom to not.
Talking politics is always a turn-off…
Continue reading “The Wee Hours of the Morning…”
After my 3.5 week hiatus between Dayjobs, I’m back to the grind tomorrow. In the interim, since Ash Wednesday, I was able to lay down almost 18k words for my next novel. Today, in fact, after hiding from my netbook for two days, they let me see 3800 words of their story!
Monday and Tuesday are merely HR orientation flak; Wednesday and Thursday begin my 10-hour days. It will be an utter catastrophe if I allow my fifth day off to lapse into indolence. I have come to see that “Worlds Without End” is going to be a two part book of somewhat unrelated stories but welded together by the same characters over two years.
My original target of completion of Easter is impossible. I am to have the WWE manuscript complete by May 31st.
Below the fold, I introduce a new, secondary character. I am tired and must to bed.
Continue reading “Live Eyes. Dead Eyes.”