Short entry today, thank you WP portable app. I’m on the road, lovers! Despite the obnoxious loudness of American travelers (because jerk, I really am not impressed by your Bluetooth-enabled portable office), I am enjoying the travel today.
With “Hybridae” out of my way, I’ve started a new short story set in the world of Carapace as a little support piece to the manuscript. This time around, I’ve gone classic. I’m writing on a notebook with a pen. Hot, huh? This story will help inform questions I have about the larger Carapace story, and it let’s me go to a place much darker than the novel. That’s the intention, anyway. Writing on planes and at airports also makes the time just flicker by, provided I can block out ambient noise with some Santogold, the Ting Tings and the occasional Jarvis Cocker.
This may sound a bit cuckoo, but I love O’Hare. I’m not a fan of crowds, certainly, but in these glass encased walkways and gates you feel like the world, and many of it’s people, are moving with you. Like a transient, portable city.
However, if your flight gets delayed or canceled, the romance is over. Then you just want to tear into a wretch.
Also, I’ll be chronicling some of this trip on Twitter. Link on the links sidebar on this friendly site.
I'm the author of "The 12 Burning Wheels," a short story collection of weird tales of future dystopias, hybrid monsters and machine lore.