Maelcum spun as a door slid open to their left, the shotgun ready. A small Eurasian in orange coveralls stepped through and goggled at them. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He closed his mouth. Case glanced at the monitor. Blank. “Who?” the man managed. “The Rastafarian navy, Case said, standing up, the … More Loyalty Check
I’m not one who’s ever done well with writing at home. There are far too many distractions and I’ve worked hard to make a firm distinction between my work life and my home life. So, to be ordered to work at home, to have all of my familiar and comfortable writing haunts closed and boarded … More Working From Home
I know writers get asked this a lot (even though no one’s asked me yet. C’mon…you know you want to): where do you get your ideas? I’m not really interested in being a sinister sister here, but as the world succumbs to panic and terror and self-quarantine, I smell opportunity. The opportunity to isolate and … More Black Death, V. 37 (and counting)
The Painted Corner 