Short update. I was up rather later than I intended to be. You can hardly blame me, though—I found StarMade, which is like Minecraft with spaceships. I’m doomed. That’s just how it’s going to be. Here’s a consolation picture:
“Captain?” Burr said, urgency in her voice. “Here,” said Cannon. The thing which had hit him moved. It rasped as it did, like a snake moving through dry grass. “What’s the plan?” said Burr. “Shoot it.” Burr promptly complied, spraying … Continue reading
Staccato flashes pierced the darkness. The strobing light gave the scene a feel like an old Chaplin flick. Three rows to the left, Cannon thought, and they could make a right turn and follow the aisle between the sarcophagi all … Continue reading
Iseabail’s line was originally1 supposed to be, “Nobody died and made you king,” but that variant of that phrase isn’t attested in print until some time around the 1980s, according to the one really vague source I could find. The … Continue reading
I was looking at my analytics today and thinking, “This is an awfully busy day for a day without an update.” Hence, oops. I don’t really have an excuse for this one. >.> Updates will resume on Friday.
This one isn’t going to be nearly as long as my usual writing rambles; it’s not as complicated as the last few. In the past, I’ve declared the formulation ‘write what you know’ to be bunk, and I suggested ‘write … Continue reading
I was sick last night, and indeed am still sick today, and unlike most people who do this sort of thing, my written-ahead-of-time stuff doesn’t live on a computer. Apologies.
My VPS host will be going offline tomorrow at 11:00 a.m. central time for an hour or two for maintenance. Not that any of you are likely to be here at that time, but just saying.
As suggested last Thursday, I spent my writing time this weekend on flash fiction. I ended up with two fifty-word pieces I’m pretty happy with. One of them’s a very traditional horror story, and the other has a twist. I’d … Continue reading
“Why d’ye think?” Iseabail paused. “I dinna think it was tae tarry, so if ye could maybe ta’ it a wee bit faster—” “One roar is worrying,” Masaracchia said, “but not dangerous in itself. If the captain thinks it valuable, … Continue reading
