Just like my reading, my writing has been limited because of the COVID situation and my work as a surgical intensivist. When I’m not working, I’m often to physically or emotionally fatigued to do much writing. That said, I am about 16K words into Silver Magic, the next book in my Magic Law series. (more…)
I’m a surgeon with training in critical care and trauma, so my actual reading during the current surge in COVID cases has been limited by work and fatigue. I’m slowly working my way through The Storm Before the Storm, by Mike Duncan. It’s a non-fiction telling of the events from 146 to 78 BCE during the upheavals and Civil wars that doomed the Roman Republic and led to Julius Caesar’s rise to power. (more…)
Bruce Davis and Sharon Skinner kick off their own edition of the Brick Cave Podcast with some great talk about their current project lineup, fashion of the 19th Century, COVID, the current Brick Cave Kickstarter and other rabbit holes. They also talk about the #PublishingPaidMe hash tag and movement. Bruce puts in a plug for Frigid Reads, a review site: https://frigidreads.blogspot.com/ (more…)
This is Chapter 3 (and conclusion) of the story Titania’s Purse.
I’d promised Marie that I’d never try to see her or find the child. We knew there was no way they’d let her keep it. A Spud raising a Normie child would open too many uncomfortable questions. Besides, at seventeen and legally disabled, she had no say in what happened to the baby. Her family had handled the whole thing. Quietly, respectably, but above all secretly. (more…)
This is Chapter 2 of the story Titania’s Purse.
Lunch was at an out of the way diner. Not the Taproom at the Drake, but I didn’t care. The burger was good and they used real grease for the fries, not that canola crap mandated by the Health Department. I made a note of the place for attention later. (more…)
Sometimes during the sleep cycle, I turn up the volume on my hydrophones and shut down my exterior lights. Phosphorescent plankton dance up and down the thermocline, ghostly wisps of blue green light that form a backdrop for the darting flashes of the angler fish and dragon eels hunting prey along the edge of the abyssal cliffs. (more…)
This is Chapter 1 of the story Titania’s Purse.
The morning bell jarred me out of a dream about clean sheets and hot meals. I rolled out of the bunk and slid bare feet into the plastic slippers that they gave us to wear as shoes. Clancy walked through the dorm, swinging her wooden spoon. It had a leather thong looped through a hole in the handle and she swung it from her fingertip as she looked for stragglers. (more…)