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It was Halloween. Almost a year had passed. Hard to believe. As soon as the foot traffic cleared, Daren pointed the umbrella toward the road and pulled its runner down to close it, but hadn’t Continue reading La Gargouille
Since childhood, I’ve been imagining the future. Maybe it’s a compulsion or a personality quirk. I actually have to make a point sometimes of focusing on the present. I’m older now and have more experiences Continue reading The Futurist
I’ve been preparing my query letter, synopsis, and first 19 pages for the Atlanta Writers Conference this November. No pitches, I’m only doing critiques. I’d like to polish the manuscript further, and the times are Continue reading Yes & No, Query Hell, and the Comparables Problem: What’s the story like?
This is an open invitation to ignore the insanity we live in for a minute. One happy minute. “First Support for a Physics Theory of Life” by Natalie Wolchover is a fascinating article. I was Continue reading The 2nd Law of Thermodynamics: Higher Order for Greater Entropy? Life to Intelligent Life, & Beyond
I attended an online seminar about first sentences a few days ago. I should tell you, I learn by challenging assumptions. When I’m told that out of an entire novel that takes years to polish, Continue reading First Sentences: The Pain, The Glory
The plan was to write something positive this time, or even a sort of neutral post, maybe about what I’ve been enjoying in some of the books I’ve been reading lately. Seemed like we could Continue reading A Time to Listen
“I’m fucking pissed off at the world” is not a proper post. Again, I’m struggling with what to say. Not because I have nothing to talk about—obviously, we have plenty going on. As it likely Continue reading Unseemly
At present, my loved ones are safe and sound. We’re stocked up. Still, like many of us, I’ve had a difficult time settling on what to say in the midst of all this. I’ve spoken Continue reading I’m fine. Are you fine?
He stands on a hill. From under his cape of skins, a whorl of musk, a whiff of lanolin that has tipped towards rancid. Damp from dew, his wet wools. Heat under there, samovar hot. Continue reading One Got Away in the Night
It’s possible to know the future. Asimov in his Foundation series imagined so with Hari Seldon’s psychohistory, where a mathematical formula is able to plot the psycho-social movements of a connected people across great distances Continue reading Prophecy, Fate, and Tender Mercies