Category: Writing and Publishing
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News!
So, news! I’ve finally gotten around to enrolling my book (Clockwork & Old Gods) in Amazon’s KDP Select. In order to make that happen I had to remove it from everywhere else – Smashwords, B&N, etc. I wasn’t getting much in the way of sales elsewhere anyway, so hopefully this move helps some. KDP Select…
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Short Fiction: The Skull
It was a dark night, but not an unpleasant one. The cool temperature only warranted her favorite striped hoodie. Though there was no moon the sky was clear, and the stars provided some light to see by. Klair knew the way through the woods by heart these days, and as she clambered over fallen trees…
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Goyle Country Update: dogs ain’t people
Hey, here’s a new Goyle Country update (at 2489 words, no less). In which dogs aren’t people, even though some people think they think they are (and that wasn’t a typo). And a plan is put in motion! <A temple indeed,> Hevak intoned, the deep rumble of his words translated once again by the…
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Short Fiction: Geruth the Debt Collector
“Come downstairs, Marie.” “I’m not coming down, Geruth. Go away.” “You can’t stay up there forever. I, on the other hand, can stay down here indefinitely.” “You’ll get bored and go away.” “Perhaps. Or maybe I’ll pretend to go away. Maybe I’ll just go a little way down the street and hide. You’ll come down…
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Goyle Country Update: In which secret chambers!
Hey. So. In (apparently) keeping with my putting things up late, here’s a Goyle Country update from last week. Well, and a little bit from tonight, because I could. It’s about 2k words, and weird things are happening because apparently the story has a mind of its own now. I’m… not really sure where this…
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Short Fiction: Ironclads
In the good old days war tended to stop in the winter. Nobody liked dying in the cold and snow, especially when it was the elements that were killing you and instead of the enemy. These days, when trains could carry troops and supplies alike, it was a year round proposition. It was a much slower,…
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Short Fiction: Wormholes
Sol Gate Control to transport Calypso, you’ve been granted access to the wormhole. Proceed to marker one five three and hold position. We’ve got a Worm coming through and you don’t want to be in the way. Once she’s through you’re number three in the queue. Tack flipped the transmit switch on his control board.…
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Short Fiction: Roland
This short fiction comes to you thanks to a challenge over at Chuck Wendig’s website (terribleminds.com). The challenge was to write a short fiction of 1000 words in ten tiny chapters. So here’s my go at it: 1 “You have died.” The VR chair disengaged and slowly rose from a reclined position to a sitting…
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Short Fiction: The Wyrm
“Is it dead?” “Looks dead to me. Why else would it just be laying there?” The it in question was an enormous black wyrm. Two thirds of it was partially submerged in the lake. The rest, the part with the dozens of small chitinous legs as long as a man’s arm, was laid out on…