Books

  • The time has come!

    “‘The time has come,’ the walrus said…’ The time has come, indeed. I’ve not had much luck thinking of a post these last few days, because my eyes have been on the prize, as they say. I’ve been blessed with a Saturday off from work again, and (now this is dedication, folks…) I have decided…

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  • “D—m his eyes! The Other Wilkie was writing The Moonstone and there was nothing I could do about it. And he was the better writer.” “Drood” by Dan Simmons When I happened upon this big, heavy volume on the bargain table at Barnes & Noble, I found myself to be really excited. I needed more…

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  • “‘A misunderstanding?’ the man barked with disdain. A rough laugh exploded from his mouth. ‘Ha! Because there are so many sticky-fingered pale Northerners in this city to confuse you with. You took the stone, and I want it back.’” Things are starting to settle slightly back into order for me, though I know it’s going…

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  • The time has come (the walrus said…) to send up the call for beta readers! By the end of the day today, I should have the complete rough draft of Bowlful of Bunnies, my short story collection, ready for review. It should be just under 100 single-spaced typed pages on Microsoft Word, and I’ve lost…

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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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  • 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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  • ”       ‘Aseteya!‘ she hissed accusingly, staring them down. It was pure fury until concern started to furrow her heavy brow. There was harsh judgement in her glare, but it was being chased by worry as she looked them over. ‘How much of that did the two of you witness?’       ‘Not much,’ Locke assured her.       ‘Too…

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  • “Deep in her chest she felt a horrible loneliness and hugged herself against the realization that she was alone in the world. That as much as she loved her family and her friends, and as much as that love was returned, she was alone. For the first time in her life she understood the word…

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  • RoW80 Update: January 25th!

    “Lookie here.” There was a grin lurking deep in the shadows of his helmet. “I caught myself a little snake.” But snakes were known to bite. Thanks to a coworker with a bad rash (another consequence of which was my inability to keep from making jokes about herpes), I wound up without my usual Monday…

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