I wrote absolutely nothing last night, although I did mean to. I planned it and everything. I’m reading The Claidi Journals by Tanith Lee. I got through the end of Wolf Tower and all of Wolf Star last night and started on Wolf Queen. They have nothing to do with… Continue reading
Anyway, that’s the text I said I would post. It might be big enough for excerpts…
The coast of Gaul glowed golden in the mid-morning sun. Tiny white caps dotted the water and dashed on the rocky shore. Phillipe closed his eyes as his body absorbed the crests and troughs that tossed the ship. It was a caravel out of Portugal and bound to return there… Continue reading
Authors are easy enough to get on with – if you are fond of children. — Michael Joseph (The Observer, London, 19) I saw this on the Jim World website and liked it. Thought I’d share.
No, not really. But I really messed up my post. It wouldn’t even let me go back in and edit it, because of the missed end quote. In case anyone else has this problem, what you do is check the post id number and then look at an earlier post… Continue reading
New Years Day has passed and I haven’t written anything. That’s a bad start for the year. However, getting sick on New Years is generally bad. I spent the evening looking at cheap gemstones on eBay. Bad, bad habit, that.
Mmmm…Really…If I had a nickle for all the times I said that I would be finished with “Z” book in “Y” time, I would have a lot of nickles. Christmas is over and I still don’t have a finished book, although I have 40 pages of a revamped (in light… Continue reading
What if…The sky was green, cats took over the government, my betta fish locked me out of the house? No, not really. I’m just being strange because I have a scene in my head that I can’t write yet. Or, maybe I could and put it away for later.What if… Continue reading
Worked on scenes with Deirdre getting very cold and wet while robbing a coach on the highway. I hope no one accuses me of being autobiographical with that one. I didn’t rob any coaches, but the ride home last night on my bike was miserable. I would almost rather have… Continue reading
The pack closed around him, bocking her vision with a solid wall of muscle and fur. She heard the snarling snap of teeth and wet sound of rending flesh. Fear, bile, and blood burned in her throat. *** ‘And now, the ordeal,’ Derian thought as he put his crutch aside… Continue reading
