“How are we doing?” Cannon shouted over his shoulder at the cab. “Halfway there!” Masaracchia called. “Another truck’s coming, skipper!” Burr raised her machine pistol and fired a short burst. Looking behind himself, Cannon saw his machine gun teetering on … Continue reading
Choufeng clicked his microphone and pulled past Hendersen, then led him in a knife-edge turn, lining up on a row of British fighters parked on the tarmac. Choufeng’s wing sprouted columns of white smoke as his rockets leaped off their … Continue reading
60 updates in! A few updates ago, this story passed 20,000 words in length, which makes it the second-longest thing I’ve ever written. I was talking with a friend of mine about eventual hard-copy publication, and we decided that it … Continue reading
“That’s your idea of a plan?” Masaracchia said. “I don’t know whether this truck can even do ninety miles per hour.” “I’m more worried about the timing,” Cannon replied, voice raised over the roar of the engine and the rattle … Continue reading
Emma hunched over the Albatross’ radio console, pressing the headphones against her ear. “Whiskey One copies, skipper, but that’s really your plan? Over.” Lecocq glanced over his shoulder. “How crazy can it be, after that Soviet zeppelin?” Emma turned a … Continue reading
One of the reasons why these updates are so short: I end up typing them late the night before they’re supposed to go up, and I get lazy and want to do something else. Dedication to the craft.
The odds of anyone noticing this are pretty slim, but I’m sort of pretend-livetweeting the Super Bowl. The link is over there on the right. Or @JayGSlater, if you’re that lazy.
Today and tomorrow, I’m going to be wrapping up my final personal editing pass on We Sail Off To War. Concurrently, I’m looking for an editor to give it a serious once-over. Since I already have the cover, and a … Continue reading
“There ought to be ten.” Iseabail rooted around in the crate. “For a pretend monk, you’re na bad.” The truck shot out into a wide thoroughfare. Tires screeched as cars skidded to avoid it. Cannon braced himself for the crash, … Continue reading
Cannon scrambled up to the cab, leaning over the crate, and rapped on the window. “They’ll be coming after us now!” Masaracchia leaned sideways in the cab, feeling around on the floor. he looked down, and then, before Cannon could … Continue reading
