*gives latest story the hairy eyeball*
The first story in the one story a week plan is done, and let me tell you, it’s just not right. 😉 Alas, no, it is not the cliché story. I thought I would have more luck with that one next week, while I’m out of town and bored. I’ve never...Sallya is live on Alien Skin
The illustration is terribly cute. Go, look!Cliché story
I started a second story for Scalzi’s cliché challenge. I’m a lot more enthusiastic about this one, since I get to write aliens, woohoo! Of course, the fact that I have characters and a milieu and a general situation does not mean that I have a...*gibber*
I’m trying to exercise more, mainly so I feel like less of a slug. Lots of people (Orson Scott Card, etc.) recommend exercise for authors on the grounds that it’s hard to force lively prose out of a sluggish, tired body, and it’s true. I may have to...New story in circulation, and badness…
Thanks to the comments of Jen, Margo, and Lisa, the nightmare story is now in circulation under the name “Book of Shadows.” W00t! I went to go record the information on my Treo–yes, yes, I track these things in mysql and php–and lo, my poor...Wow.
Based on the latest crit for the nightmare story, the way my system of magic works was completely unclear. Every single question my reader had was about how the magic worked. And here I was worried that I was being all sledgehammery! Apparently, I needn’t have...Nightmare story updated yet again…
I made even more changes to the nightmare story, but no one’s seen them yet. The S.O. was working on his own novel, damn him! *shakes fist* That, and I’m a little too worried about Hurricane Katrina smacking New Orleans to worry about whether my changes to...Friends, Romans, Countrymen!
John Scalzi is looking for SF clichés. Oh, be still my beating heart! I can’t help it, I still love spaceflight and Amazon women on the moon; I suspect anyone who read SF of a certain period at a certain age or younger can say the same. Heh. *ponders...Yikes. Juvenilia.
I was unpacking a box and discovered a piece of my own juvenilia. I was probably about 17 when I wrote that tale of a pompous unreliable narrator on an unsuccessful diplomatic mission. The characterization was what you’d expect from a teenager, the gender...Subscribe
