The storm came that night, that's how I remember it. Lightning and thunder scare the grumpkins outta the dog, and she patters around, panting and whining and fretting. I gotta get up, do stuff, turn the kettle on, make noise. Otherwise, she freaks out all night and nobody sleeps. the storm comes The storm? Oh, … Continue reading The Old Bones
This is scene 3; scene 1 here, scene 2 here. The Lake Eyre story continues ... 3. The rumble from his stomach was louder than the tumble of rocks from the cliffs above his head. Kano lifted his hands to protect himself from the falling gravel and stones, squinted upward through his fingers. He … Continue reading Scene 3 of the New Novella – Title TBA
[Title under review, can't think of the best one yet; cover due soon-ish so I'll have to decide, but here is the start (revised, but maybe not final) of an outback scary story, fantasy, light horror, contemporary] Scene 1: Sleep was one thing Eyza didn’t miss. It wasted time. It wasn’t rest. It gave voice … Continue reading New Novella, Scene 1
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About to do it all again. What? Make excuses for being late, of course. Why? This time around, I think I may have found a person who can help me do a cover. This is exciting news, but it puts the brakes on again. Which is probably a good thing. The last three weeks have … Continue reading I’m Late, I’m Late, I’m …
Did you know I'm a writer? It's true. Sort of. I write stories, and when they're finished I check them - I call it RRR for Review, Revise, Rewrite. Part of that process includes checking for things that need approval from someone, somewhere. Those things get noted and requests get sent. And I wait. Sometimes, … Continue reading Hold That Thought!
Previous scenes: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 Lyra took a deep breath and squinted. She choked back a gasp and used one hand to grip her throat. It had to look good. They had to think she’d tried something and failed. That any barrier they’d placed on her prison were sound and impenetrable. She couldn’t … Continue reading Silence (scene 6)
For the previous scenes: 1, 2, 3 , 4. If the position was clear that Lyra wouldn’t be permitted to use her normal senses, she’d play along. A bit. Not too much. She’d let them think she was gone, undone, remorseful. Not a danger to a young mind — or an old one! After all, she’d twisted … Continue reading Silence (Scene 5)
The previous scenes: 1, 2, 3 Both hands flew to Lyra’s mouth as she realised the potential meaning. Was this forever? Was she stuck in a portion, a between-moment of the leafverse? A point where it was broken? Could they do that? Was it legal? No, of course it wasn’t. And apart from that, if … Continue reading Silence (Scene 4)
Scene 2 here Scene 1 here Walking wasn’t easy in the constant drizzle, and with no shoes it was worse. The cold was something Lyra did feel, and it wasn’t what she wanted or needed. It drained her, took energy she needed to search, to maintain the map in her head. The third time she … Continue reading Silence (Scene 3)