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Drive.

So! About three or four years ago, I wrote a little story called "Gods of War," about a Peace Corps mission to a destroyed Martian city. It won Honorable Mention in the Cuesta College Writing Contest of 2006, and I've been shopping it around ever since.

Today, I am a published science fiction writer.

Gods of War, by R. Jean Mathieu.

(bonus: got it ( Read more... )

"Write about what inspires you, what terrifies you, and what turns you on." - Laurie Bland

If this doesn't inspire you, you are cold and hard inside.

I shivered the first time I heard this, right around the first chorus, a wave of gooseflesh reverberating through my body. Sometimes I try to put myself into the thoughts of other times...and the ( Read more... )

So! I just got word back from Volunteers for Peace, and I'm going to Mexico for three months. I'll be working out of La Piedad in Michoacan, repainting a former insane asylum, planting trees, restoring some historical monuments, and some shovelbumming. I'm half-considering restarting Foreign Devil in China to keep folks at home abreast of the more ( Read more... )

Somehow forgot to post this: Fieldwork, a decent piece of erotica by Y. T.

"Companions the creator seeks, not corpses, not herds and believers. Fellow creators the creator seeks--those who write new values on new tablets. Companions the creator seeks, and fellow harvesters; for everything about him is ripe for the harvest." - Nietzche, as quoted to me by ilovefire in #crfh

"Genre novels, he says, shut down imagination and therefore are ideal reading material for the anxious traveller because it reduces the ability to speculate. Literary novels on the other hand promote the imagination, and in order to do this a character who is hyper-vigilant ie fully attentive, has poor understanding and is emotionally bewildered is ( Read more... )

I, Roscoe Mathieu, do solemnly swaer to a thirty-day challenge, commencing this March 23, 2008 and ending on April 23, 2008 ( Read more... )

I had no idea when the socks went on, or why, only that I had been wearing them a good long time. That disorienting sensation of recognizing a piece of clothing but not remembering where or when you had donned it swept over me, and I became silent, like a broken alarm clock, waiting for the dawn.

The opening of a new story...tell me what you think:

The room pulsed around him, its fetid breath almost palpable even through the helmet. The bodies of Captain Wu Qinghua and Lance Corporal Sam Arris were woven into the wall, a superimposed lovers’ embrace developed in resin and red light. Their shapes were fuzzy, the inside of Matt’s ( Read more... )