Today, a brief entry.
I’ve got software loaded in my new machine, nicknamed Corvus — because Aspire One sounds way too dumb — and today’s experiment is to see how Corvus facilitates the 2,000 words I need to write in Carapace. This novel needs to find an end soon, and I am still only at about 60 percent of its 80,000 words. Without sounding too whiny, I’ll admit I’m at that point, the point just past the halfway mark, where self-doubt doubt and uncertainty begin to lurk like eyeless trolls in the caverns of my mind. Scary, to say the least, but I’ll just keep pushing through till I’m done. That’s all I have to say about that.
Meanwhile, keep your eyes open for details on how you can get yourself a copy of The Willows Magazine, which will publish my short story “Hybridae” by the end of the month. As soon as I have a link to the issue, I’ll post.
“Grey Water” is also still in draft mode, and I hope to get a little more done on it this week.
Also, I’ve got a headache.
In the meantime, I’ll daydream of ants to get through the thing I do on the keyboard every Thursday. If the queen ant were inspiration, and creativity, I’m hoping she’s as fat and large as she is in this colony:
I'm the author of "The 12 Burning Wheels," a short story collection of weird tales of future dystopias, hybrid monsters and machine lore.