A couple of updates are due here on the blog. First, my short story Singapore Wept was published in Zetetic: A Record of Unusual Inquiry. The story is short, five or six paragraphs, and worth reading. Very relevant in this age of gun-related violence. If you have the time, hop over to it and give … Continue reading New Publication
I once saw a video by Anthony Marra, author of A Constellation of Vital Phenomena, where among other things he talked about his revision process and how he typed his story over and over. That moment was special for me. Angels didn't sing or anything, but it was the first time I had ever run across … Continue reading Revision Tip: Write it Twice. Or Three Times. Or Ten.
If you've already self-published (or plan to self-publish) a novel, you've probably heard of a thing called beta readers. Beta readers are those wonderful readers who get a chance to read your novel before it goes to the masses and tell you what they think about it. Yay! Since the dawn of self-publishing, different folks … Continue reading Beta-Reading Worksheet
The 30th Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning The wind that blows through the plague-ridden streets of Aramas carries more than death—it carries defeat. I have walked under its yoke for far too long. It circles the city, caressing the stone walls like a jealous lover, refusing to leave. Yet as I stepped … Continue reading More than Death
Last Thursday I ran across an amazing podcast from Joanna Penn and Todd Henry. It began with two little words: Die Empty. Contrary to the photo, it's not as creepy as it sounds. What's it all about? Turns out, the graveyard is the most valuable place in the world. Not the Louvre, a luxury hotel in … Continue reading Dying Empty
The 27th Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning We are starving. The storerooms are empty, the grain all but vanished. The larders are filled with dust, while the abandoned gardens wither under a sticky heat. It is not as if there is a shortage of food. Wheat stretches toward the sky, not yet … Continue reading Starvation
The 21st day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning When the snows melted and the days became longer, when we cast off our heavy winter cloaks and the heady smells of the first blossoms drifted in from the windows, we had twenty-four acolytes. In addition to the youngsters, we had ten priests, three priestesses … Continue reading Sofie’s Plea
The 17th day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning Hope dwindles further with each soul that passes. We lost fourteen today: seven men, three women and four children. Their names have been recorded in the ledger. I have given young Barly the unwelcome task of carting them away before the heat sours them. A hard … Continue reading Games and Mercy