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 have long been a fan of text-based adventuring. At the (obvious) risk of showing my age, I remember when my next door neighbor brought home Infocom’s Infidel for his Atari 800 computer. We died…a lot. Our junior high had just purchased brand new Apple IIe computers, and another friend brought in what has become … More You Interact With Your Fiction?
When the COVID-19 lockdowns began, I had only been back home for three weeks. Prior to that, I’d spent five weeks in the mountains of New Mexico at a retreat. The purpose of that retreat was to re-examine my life, learn new ways to live, and let the awful things that needed to break me … More This plague kills illusions
(and I’ve been putting out fires with gasoline.Listening to plenty of David Bowie. Sorry for the bad reference) Yeesh! It’s been a month since I wrote something. That’s bad news. But between being cooped up inside (it rained here for almost two weeks straight) and the soul-deadening effect working from home is still having on … More It’s Been Too Long
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)