Last night, right before I passed out, I heard and saw Nichole’s indignation: I don’t have a smell! Everything else flowed from that. Tomorrow, hopefully (and by ‘hopefully’ I mean ‘with caffeine tabs’) we’ve the rest of their 3-way conversation.
The priest-shaman guy worries me. Religious wars are ugly.
Continue reading “Opening Night; moves”
A bit more from the scene in my last post. I’m not sure why this contingent of the horsemen are there, either. With dinner over – my wife made stir-fried pork with fried rice – I’m going to pour and glass and try to listen in along with Nichole…
Continue reading “Blood and soil”
I’ve left plenty of lampshades hanging, time to turn on the lights. Should be no surprises for anyone following along; I don’t like surprising readers… I’d much rather have them get to the end of chapter (or entire book), put it down, and mutter, “never thought of it that way!”
Also: when Teresa stood and said, “mess me up!” I broke out laughing. I’ve no idea where that came from! Hilarious!
Continue reading “A Nasty Outbreak… of Plot!”
Anything set by firelight is amazingly atavistic. We are the descendants of all those that stayed close to their family and the fire to listen to wondrous stories. Think of it as evolution in action.
Continue reading ““Tiger, tiger: burning bright!””
Not much… but in the captain’s comment in the end: a glimmering of plot.
Hey, it’s American adoption of the DoI Day… I need to add some kind of military engagement!
Continue reading “Ooo! Plot!”
Formerly an exclusive on Gab.ai, where you can speak freely, below the fold is the cover of the my next novel. Monica is wrapping up her copyediting, so I hope to have a proof copy in my hands in no more than a week. A week beyond that should see it released to the wild. So honestly, call it two to three.
I really need to get back to writing Part Two!
Continue reading “F&A Cover”
You know what I’ve watched? I’ve watched the conversation between Arpad and the old guy that just came into the bar (whom you’ll meet shortly, a tertiary character from my novels). Where everything below the fold came from? No clue; I just write.
Continue reading “Empire’s Agent, pt.10”