The Next Novel

The Next Novel

by On New Year’s Day 2010, I started a mystery-fantasy story set in a city vaguely inspired by my impression of Renaissance Paris. Coded Project Stoneweaver, It was a discovery writing project, and I had an idea of what might be going on, oh, two or three chapters ahead of where I was writing, at …

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Show and Tell: Worm Bait

Show and Tell: Worm Bait

by Greetings, everyone! I’ve decided that it’s show and tell day. What does that mean? Well, from a self-serving promotional standpoint, it means that I’m going to tell you about something I’ve published somewhere and what a great story it is. From a reader’s standpoint, hopefully I’m going to point you at something you’ll like. …

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Mummy Powder, Part 3

Mummy Powder, Part 3

by It felt like a long time before Bruce found whoever it was.  After several soft blows, a crate fell over someplace, hopefully not damaging whatever was inside, and then the silence returned.  For the length of time the struggle took, I decided there had to be more than one.  I started to stand up, …

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The Great Audio Experiment

The Great Audio Experiment

by I thought I might try an experiment. I’m planning to do some podcast fiction this year. “Thorvald’s Wyrd” and “Turn the World Around”, both serialized on the old Small Realities blog and both destined to become e-books, at least, in the near future. I know I’ve said that before, but I am slowly finding …

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Mummy Powder, Part 2

Mummy Powder, Part 2

by We found the secondary security system next to a thin door hidden behind an upright wooden sarcophagus.  Not exactly high tech for the modern era, but I’m sure the early 80s keypad seemed pretty impressive in this neighbourhood.  Whoever had been through the Doc’s stuff hadn’t been too thorough, I guessed.  Or the keypad …

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Mummy Powder, Part 1

Mummy Powder, Part 1

by Mummy Powder, Part 1 What if? Through the ages, so many horrible things have sprung from those two small words. The darkest imaginings and depravities of mankind all began with that simple question.  A multitude of sins and evil events.  This is one of them. When I began my quest, so many years ago, …

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Branch Santa, Part 11

Branch Santa, Part 11

by “That’s going to take some getting used to.” Eugene stared at Santa as the big guy strapped his skinny frame into the only seat on the Sled that fit him. “What is?”  Santa fought with the straps, taking forever to get his too-long arms in the right spots for things to snap together. “The time …

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Branch Santa, Part 10

Branch Santa, Part 10

by Santa crept through the bare tunnel, toy sack slung over his shoulder.  The colonists hadn’t spent much mass on luxuries or decoration.  Out here, he had a hard time believing anyone would want to live on the Moon, a tough, barren existence compared to what the colonists left behind.  He shivered.  With only the …

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Branch Santa, Part 9

Branch Santa, Part 9

by Frank stopped at the bottom of the gangway, turning to look down at the man he’d looked up at for most of his career, the man he still looked up to.   “How did I let you talk me into this again?” Santa clapped a hand on Frank’s shoulder and had to reach fairly high …

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