• “…’Are you sure that’s a good idea? What if he’s down there, waiting for you? He wasn’t exactly in a pleasant mood when he stormed off, naked and booted out of bed, you know.’” This RoW80 update is going up much later than usual today, thanks to a variety of factors. The biggest one is…

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  • And, lo and behold, I force myself to take a break from all the fun of prepping my manuscript for beta readers to bring to you another Flash Fiction Friday! I’m hoping that today, in general, is a good day for work. I have the day off from the paying job, and a brief peek…

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  • “Always thought that the way someone cooks for you is how much they love you.” “Pharmacology” by Christopher Herz Pharmacology is a book about a particular time, a particular place, and a particular young woman, though there are threads of familirity that could translate to any time. The setting is San Francisco, the mid-ninties, a…

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  • “But Gilferen stopped himself, as the door opened again and he had a chance to see exactly how the woman looked. At first, all he saw were colors, bright and loud, with no sense of order or pattern. Then he saw the long, glistening black hair. Her body, the first thing Gilferen was likely to…

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  • Return from C2E2.

    I am back in the ‘burbs of Chicago on this windy, blustery day, chilling out and cleaning up what remained before I left for the city to partake in C2E2. I adore these conventions, though all the walking, carrying heavy bags, fighting through the crowds, and terrible convention food leaves my body pretty worse for…

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  • “With her hands folded demurely in front of her, she almost looked like some exotic doll on a shelf, but there was steel in her dark grey eyes.” It’s Wednesday, which means time for another RoW80 check-in, but it doesn’t quite feel like my typical Wednesday. It hasn’t exactly been a typical week for me.…

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  • Today’s post is definitely much later than I usually post; this is due to a combination of laziness and adjusting to a switch in my work schedule, which usually has me closing on a Tuesday instead of opening. That’s one thing about my job that’s a bit annoying, the unpredictability of the schedule that wrecks…

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  • A useless hunk of stone, maybe, but Gilferen picked it up and slipped it into his own pouch after Jaxson had left with a flourish of his long black coat. He gave Locke a weak smile from across the table. ‘Just in case,’ he said. ‘Come on. Let’s see about getting these mugs refilled again.…

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  • “On days like this the whole place gave the gimcrackery impression of a bright and showy and useless thing, or a clown vigorously juggling for empty rows in a circus tent, primed and pathetic and somehow futile.” “The Electric Michelangelo” by Sarah Hall Filled with heady prose and elaborate description, The Electric Michelangelo is the…

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  • It’s Friday morning, the sun is pouring through the windows into my little kitchen workspace, and it’s definitely time for another Flash Fiction Friday. Just a little bit of a photo prompt to get the brain working and the inspiration pumping to see what you might come up with. Or what I may come up…

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