If you don't know what NaNoWriMo is go here. Now that you're back, or still with me, here's my plan for this year's National Novel Writing Month. Last year I wrote 50,097 words of my science fiction epic, titled at the time: This Wretched Orb I wrote 11,367 words on that last day because I'm … Continue reading NaNoWriMo 2012 – The City of Light
More flash science fiction. I'm good with spontaneity I think. --- As Wayne stood in the methane downpour, his mind was diverted from the logical queries that should have been forming in his brain. He should have been freezing and gasping for air as he stood naked on the surface of Titan. Instead, he was … Continue reading Nostril Mining on Titan
I could speculate. I probably will before this post is over. The mind reels, recoils, quivers in fear, needs fresh underwear. I did not expect Disney to go for Lucasfilm, but I do have to say that I'm not surprised Lucas was willing to part with the company. In his sixties, he's become a bit … Continue reading Star Wars VII
This is material I wrote many moons ago when I spent more time drinking and less time caring about what I wrote. I'm rescuing it from my old blog so you can see what I write when I don't intend to submit it for publication. There's a difference. Because I do have stories in the … Continue reading A Requiem for Mr. Harrison (or Mr. Mystery’s Reflection in a Pool of Blood)
I like flash fiction. It's a challenge. This one wasn't - and it's a bit long. With her stuffed bear pressed against the thick glass as a witness, the little girl watched the accident from the safety of the observation deck. The massive freightliner drifted slowly away from the station, taking an assortment of dock … Continue reading Bon Voyage
I take a long weekend and come back to this, Freshly Pressed and pregnant with followers. Thanks WordPress! And you can too, with Mutant Blue! I'm happy that my spur of the moment rantings have been validated ... however, I can't help but admit that there's a distinctly sour taste in my mouth. I appreciate … Continue reading The Trick is Not Minding That It Hurts
My first short story was about a psychologist employed at a research facility in Southwestern Colorado. His employer was funded by the government to research ways to manipulate a human's perceptions of his own reality through drugs and what was known as the Dream Room, basically a 30x30 room with wall to wall 3D screens … Continue reading Why Sci-Fi?