Ebsa’s in semi-quarantine along with the rest of Project Dystopia, until TPTB decide they haven’t brought along any giant spiders or rats the size of elephants.
And while they’re stuck on the Embassy World, a cookoff and fair seems like a good idea. What could go wrong?
If you’re looking for a quick light read, this novella is just right!
Okay, the weird writer mind has had too much caffeine. Or sugar. Bear with me.
Back in the Dark Ages, when I was playing D&D regularly, there was a problem with Wizards. Once they got up a few levels, they just blew everything away. On thinking about it, I realized this was why there was no real magic in the real world. You think we’re dangerous, with a few (tens of thousands) nuclear missiles? How about millions of magicians playing with the Laws of Physics?
Yep. That’s what happened to Atlantis. Read more
Three and a half years of my Author Rank in Science Fiction. It’s pretty obvious when I am publishing in quick sequence, and when there a long stretch of nothing.
At least the dips are getting higher, and not crashing back to the bottom anymore.
It’s Alive It’s Alive!
Yet another novel in my Wine of the Gods series has gone live! Number 37!
Now this isn’t a proper series, there’s no over-arching problem that will be solved in the final volume, which might or might not keep readers returning. This is a “same Universe, same characters plus new ones, and a brand new Problem that will be solved in one or two books.”
I’ve often thought of it as a Soap Opera, never ending . . .
But how the heck do you know a series has gone flat? Died on the vine? Read more
I grew up in the Cold War.
Duck and Cover Drills at school in California were for the nuclear war. Here in Texas they do the same thing, but they call them Tornado Drills.
Anyhow, between earthquakes where I was from and hurricanes, tornadoes, and ice storms where I’ve now lived for well over half my life, I just naturally drifted into the Prepper circles. Read more
I do a lot of multiple point of view books. A lot of multiple thread books.
Unfortunately I’m not sure I do it well.
Might be a matter of never having taken an English class since I was in high school, and never having taken a creative writing class ever.
So, here I am laid up by a muscle cramp of all things, and not able to sit at the desk for very long.
In fact, kicked back on the couch with foot elevated seems to be the order of the day . . . well, week. So I started rereading David Weber’s Safehold series. Now for a moderately successful writer . . . well, let’s just say the shear competency of the man’s writing is humbling.
Let me try to explain how I see the threads of a story. Read more