• Announcement,  Fiction,  Writing

    Legends and Lore

    by We’ll call this announcement number two, but I think I’ve spoiled it long before now. Legends and Lore is an anthology coming out from Xychler Publishing (or on Facebook) on October 22nd. If it isn’t obvious, I have a story in it. Here’s the particularly awesome cover: Legends and Lore releases on October 22nd just in time for all that Halloween gift giving you’ve got in mind. No, it isn’t a horror anthology. Very much fantasy, and very much worth the read if you’re a fan of the genre. My story, “Natural Order”, could, I suppose, be classed as Urban, Modern, or Legendary Fantasy, or all three, if you…

  • Fiction,  Reading

    What I’m Reading: Rain

    by Lately, I don’t seem to spend all that much time sitting still. I’m far, far behind on my reading goals for this year, at least when it comes to books. I am doing plenty of reading, but it’s mostly online, mostly electronic. And I’ve come, in the past few years, to somehow look at a print book as a luxury, something to sit down and savour, rather than devour. So it is with my current primary fiction reading. Rain, by Amanda Sun. This is the second book in her Paper Gods trilogy, and I’m ashamed to say that, much as I want to find a couple of hours to…

  • Writing

    The Next Project

    by It’s been a week for finishing things, creatively speaking. Aside from drafting the last scene of Universal Destiny last night, I also finished plotting the last few scenes of book 2 of the Godhead trilogy (planned to start drafting January 1st), and the final (read it out loud) draft of Ancient Runes (which I now need to figure out what to do with). This is not a writing report for November. There are still 4 days left, including today, and   hope  to pound out some additional wordage before the end of that time. That said, heady with success at the moment, I’m plunging straight into the next project, which…

  • Writing

    Plotting a Novel, Roughly

    by So I spent an hour and a half yesterday morning roughing out a novel. Well, two thirds of one, anyway. It’s a story that’s been nibbling at the back of my brain now and then for about a year now and I’ve been content to let it nibble for the most part, though I’ve drafted a couple of the early scenes just to keep it under control while I tried to accomplish other things. That stopped working yesterday. My brain has begun demanding that I find some way to get this story into a more complete form and out of my skull. I thought maybe if I sketched out…

  • Fiction

    Mummy Powder, Part 7

    by The renewed hollow grinding sound startled me.  I didn’t know how long I’d lain there, but I must have been asleep.  Falling asleep in a sarcophagus, wrapped up like a mummy.  No point in struggling.  They’d wrapped me too tight.  Nightmare faces jumped out of my memory.  Mummies, the old Pharaoh and the young one, Bruce. Ah hell.  Bruce.  No tears, but I felt his death again. Grinding.  I knew the sound.  Someone had started to move the sarcophagus’ lid.  Was it opening?  Had Pharaoh changed his mind?  A chill ran through me.  I’d be fodder for his restored youth after all.  Or could I be so lucky that…

  • Fiction

    Mummy Powder, Part 6

    by We stopped five or six feet from the sarcophagus, my feet still dangling above the floor.  A slightly more mobile mummy stepped into view, bits of its exposed flesh a little lighter, a little less like leather, and the rags covering its chest stained red.  The red of fresh blood.  I closed my eyes for a moment.  Fresh blood could only have come from one place. They flew open again when something grabbed my foot.  I kicked and squirmed even before I looked down to see the stained mummy grasping for the other.  It straightened its arm, locking my knee while taught fingers snatched at air.  The mummies were…

  • Fiction

    Mummy Powder, Part 5

    by Looking up into the puckered eye socket of my guardian mummy, I watched as its hand came down in slow motion to smash against the side of my face, flipping me over to lie in a still-spreading pool of my own vomit.  A deep chuckle, filled with amusement and contempt, pulled me back to what I’d given up hope of being reality.  How could it be?  Ancient mummies walking around and Bruce dead, being sawed open and having his heart ripped out? Bruce.  Tears burned from the corners of my eyes, just missing my ears as they ran to my jaw.  More harsh words in ancient Egyptian.  I closed…

  • Fiction

    Mummy Powder, Part 4

    by He smiled, one side of his mouth tipped higher and crinkles deepening next to his eyes, and there was knowledge in that smile.  Either I’d somehow broadcast my thoughts or he’d just pulled them out of my head.  I shivered, my heart back under control but the beat echoing in my ears.  Fear seemed like a permanent friend now. He spoke, not to me but still looking at me, complicated words rolling off a tongue that had obviously seen recent use.  I didn’t catch any of them, couldn’t even decide what language they’d been in, though it seemed obvious.  My own tongue felt like lead or a dried stick,…

  • Writing

    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 least until I didn’t. I dragged the dead end in my plot out about another two thousand words, then stared at the story for a couple of weeks before putting it away in favour of some short fiction. I picked Stoneweaver up again near the end of April this year, a little more than two…

  • Fiction

    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, ducking back down when I heard the thud of something heavy on the wooden floor.  Not like Bruce to be careless and I thought it might be better for me to hide a little longer, maybe even until he got back, so I stayed down and kept watching the door. I heard a footstep, heavy…