Tag Archives: Writing

On the End of Friday

I arrived home from work today, and discovered that I’d received an unexpected package. Big Finish sent me a comp copy of Short Trips: Re:Collections. 🙂 I’ve had a copy of the book since the beginning of the month. I’d bought it from WhoNA, because I wanted a copy of the “Best Of” anthology thatContinue reading “On the End of Friday”

On the Strange New Worlds Interview

Unreality SF posted today Strange New Worlds: A Look Back, an article in which several authors look back on Pocket Books’ Strange New Worlds anthology contest. Strange New Worlds was an anthology that was open to North American writers with less than three published credits, affording them the opportunity to write and submit Star TrekContinue reading “On the Strange New Worlds Interview”

On This Morning’s Writing

While I’ve talked a bit about “THOD” the past few weeks, except for this snatch of dialogue, I’ve not really offered much insight at all into what I’m writing. Except that “THOD” is not actually the title, one of the main characters goes by Freddy, the story spans twenty-five years, that sort of thing. OverContinue reading “On This Morning’s Writing”

On Things Accomplished

I stopped at Big Lots last night. There was no particular reason, I just hadn’t been to Big Lots in a while. Ultimately, I bought a DVD — La Femme Musketeer, which was a made-for-television sequel to The Three Musketeers, centered on the daughter of d’Artagnan. (d’Artagnan is played by Michael York, reprising his roleContinue reading “On Things Accomplished”

On Today’s Writing Discovery

Forty-two years ago today, Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play. I just thought I’d point that out today, on this most Douglas Adams-like of anniversaries. I would rather talk (more) about writing. Yesterday was windy and not too hot, so late afternoon I went kite-flying. It’s about a half-mile walk to the giant openContinue reading “On Today’s Writing Discovery”

On Working My Way Through Writing

Maybe it was the amount of wordage I produced at work on Thursday and Friday that left my mental space feeling bruised and battered. Maybe it was the summerlike mugginess that left me feeling physically drained. Maybe it was a little bit of both. Or maybe it was something else entirely. Whatever it was, IContinue reading “On Working My Way Through Writing”