The Blurb from the Abyss

[--Pam Uphoff--] Blurbs. The bane of many an author’s existence. They aren’t a brief synopsis, they’re a teaser. A hook. Something to get the potential reader to at least “look inside” if not just hit the buy now button. I'm pretty bad at them. So I just put up a book, with my usual last... Continue Reading →

The reader is your partner

[--- Karen Myers ---] Every so often I reread a wonderful book: Understanding Comics, by Scott McCloud. If you've never read it, stop reading this post right now and remedy the situation. I'll wait. Don't let the fact that he's talking about illustrated work disturb you. His take on how to tell stories is directly related... Continue Reading →

Old Friends and New

Andre Norton was mentioned in a comment somewhere . . . and in trying to trace down which book that was in . . . I wound up binge reading the Time Traders series, remembered that someone had written an extension and checking . . . whoa! Lots of more adventures with old friends. Some... Continue Reading →

Spy Thriller

Since no one else is posting I'll jump in with my WIP. I have the start of a story . . . now I just need to figure out what to do with it . . . Wretched thing feels like the introduction to a TV series. What is Professor Barton going to do this... Continue Reading →


Details Worlds and characters . . . They all need details to make them real to the readers. And the fun part is when they serve a dual purpose with foreshadowing. I just reread John Ringo and Lydia Sherrer’s _Into The Real_, this time with a little more analysis than the first read. And there... Continue Reading →

Nothing Mysterious About It

Unfortunately. Since it’s supposed to be a Murder Mystery. I mean it’s right there in the title. “Murder in the Rigel Brigade.” Plain as day. So . . . Nobody getting killed until Chapter Ten is probably not a good idea. And then all sorts of getting ready for a cross-dimensional invasion, with a few... Continue Reading →

Who to offend this week?

So many choices, it's hard to know just where to start... The virtue-signalling clique of the perpetually offended have made it near impossible for me to fail. That's a shame because failing spectacularly is so my metier! They're a curious bunch, the virtue-signalling clique. They embrace whatever the cause de jour of their talking heads... Continue Reading →

Every word you say…

Has been written down... somewhere (as the Peter Sarstedt song said.). I set out to write original stories. To break new ground. I got smartarse one day... Ok more than one day. Most days. You'd think I'd learn, but I plainly don't. It's hereditary, I think. I got it from my children. Anyway, various pantsers... Continue Reading →

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