A long, long time

“This isn’t the way I imagined it,” George Turner said, looking out the window at the blackness. “Are we even moving?” Yolanda Xenophilius looked at a computer screen. “Yep.” “There’s no way to tell for sure. Do you see any movement out there?” “George,” she said. “We’re still going 10,833 kilometers per hour. We’re stillContinue reading “A long, long time”

When It Began

The program ended, and they looked at the clock. “I must leave you now, love,” he said. “I’m off to write The Great American Something.” “Oh,” she said admiringly. “You’re off to write a novel?” “Perhaps. It will be Something, whatever it is. And Great. And American. Yes, indeed.” “I always knew you had itContinue reading “When It Began”

The urge to collect

I had heard about Doc Savage, of course, but I didn’t really know that much about him. I guess I thought it was cool that there were superheroes before there were comic books — well, not a superhero in the strictest sense. Clark Savage Jr. was the result of intense training, not a radioactive spiderContinue reading “The urge to collect”

The king of random

He sat in the easy chair and spouted random scenes. “Mr. Random, yep, that’s me,” he said darkly but with an easy smile. “The story of my life will make no sense. It’ll be a new-wave, high-art concept piece, and years from now they’ll rave about what a pioneer I was. Yep. I can seeContinue reading “The king of random”

NaNo NaNo

This, the writers among you know, is NaNoWriMo. Folks who don’t have a pathological need to conjure words all the time may have heard of National Novel Writing Month, the annual November challenge to write a novel in 30 days. I tried it three years ago, dove in, and after three days and 6,000 wordsContinue reading “NaNo NaNo”

Stars, moon and a slow warming

She had been in this body for a little more than a year, and the colding time was starting to return. She had trained her human to take her outside, when she gave the signal, to let her deposit waste on the edges of their yard. He always attached a length of cord to herContinue reading “Stars, moon and a slow warming”

The power of the streak

Sometimes you write because you are moved by the muse, or the moose. Sometimes you write because you made a commitment to blog every day, and so something has to emerge from your fingers or the streak will be broken. Both are powerful motivations. I have felt them both, and there’s something peculiar about them.Continue reading “The power of the streak”

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