~Now that The Sisterhood has been placed on the back burner by La Rona, I have needed something else to preserve what little sanity I still manage cling to. That has emerged in the form a science fiction novel titled "The Refugees". Here's a draft 'book jacket blurb':

It is 1978 and a small group of alien refugees flee from an ever expanding ( Read more... )

~I really miss writing in restaurants. I've done some of my best work there. But I have been too broke to do that for years now and that has taken its toll on my creative process.

I've been working on the Liber for-fucking-ever. [Well, seven years and change] I just wrote like a hundred words the Women's Shelters section earlier and then it felt ( Read more... )

It's the Cool Jazz ( Read more... )

~Emotionally, I'm all over the map, though my baseline is 'okay'. Been a month since my father's death. Feels like a year. I didn't get depressed over my birthday this year, but that might be because my father's death muddied those waters. I did cry over Martin Milner's death. Maybe something about the 'death of my youth'. Dunno. Again, muddied ( Read more... )

~Last September I wrote an 'epitaph' for my Colonial Union fan-fic novel, the one based upon John Scalzi's “Old Man's War” universe. However, now that I have read the sixth volume in that series, I'm ready to resurrect the thing ( Read more... )

Originally posted by nebris at The Price - A Very Short Story
Merle was a good man. Worked hard. Made a decent living. Never raised his voice or his hand to his wife or kids. Went to church most Sundays. Helped out his neighbors when he could ( Read more... )

~Writing makes me crazy. My moods flail all over the place. This is why I have such trouble with it ( Read more... )

~So, I'm in pain. My anus is inflamed from some 'bad shitting' a few days ago - something I ate - and it fucking hurts. Been rimming myself with a Tea Tree Oil cream, which is helping a bit. But when I gotta go...well, you know ( Read more... )

~I've been banging this around in my head for a few days, but I really need to place it on paper because my head is a maelstrom at the best of times. Not always in a bad way. It's just a very very busy place and shit gets lost in the often times violently shifting winds and tides.

So, The Novel[s]. It is a work of Epic Military Science Fiction ( Read more... )

~Really, it seems as if I cannot write anything 'simple'. Everything I come up with has to be Epic and Massive. Every idea I ever have is like the bastard offspring of something Tolstoy and Heinlein came up with while getting shitfaced...and then L. Ron Hubbard does the actual writing. [I DO wish I could write as relentlessly as he did however ( Read more... )