For those of you that are interested in writing: check out Ficlets. It's a collaborative short-short story environment where you're encouraged to write prequels or sequels to others' stories, or come up with your own. Have a peek. Maybe you'll even get inspired.
(Found via John Scalzi's Whatever post.)
Since I should be writing tonight (I got 6,000 words while we were in Edmonton, and not a letter since), I'm going to dip into my works-in-progress file for tonight's 13, and present:
13 snippets from works in progress
Hopefully each and every one of these bite-sized morsels from short fiction or novels-in-gestation will make you slaver [...]
I am: Jules Verne
The 19th century Frenchman who made science fiction into a successful commercial genre.
Which science fiction writer are you?
So now I've been compared to Ray Bradbury, Bret Easton Ellis, and Chuck Palahniuk (only two of whom I've read, by the by), and Jules Verne.
Well, I got my problem figured out. I had to blow away my browser preferences and start fresh, but it works now. (If I'd had time and inclination, I probably could've used a less apocalyptic method, but, well, meh.)
Also: Last night I outlined about three-quarters of the middle act (which is where [...]
My New Year's resolution, writing-wise, probably won't show up here until about March, but rest assured I'll be working on it starting tonight. I hope to start a serial story, posting "chapters" about a thousand words long, twice a week. The story (at least so far) will be one that I've had fermenting [...]
Tonight it went well. I'm getting numb-bum from sitting in the office chair, but I got clear of 1200 words in an hour and a bit. I'm working on the story of a woman trying to broker a peace treaty among the far-flung descendants of the human race, on an Earth lit by [...]
More from Salyx:
Sometimes Igraine would have to go down the axis to the ship's engine room, where the walking dead worked, men and women so riddled with cancer that they didn't bother to pretend anymore that they'd survive. They had a ghastly humor down there, a gallows humor, and one of them had set [...]
Sometimes inspiration strikes at the oddest times. Sometimes, though, it comes when I call it. Maybe inspiration is a cat.
Because this post will contain some spoilers for Salyx, I'll put the rest "below the fold", as all the kidz say theze dayz.
The knight dreamt of home: vast oceans of grass rippling in unfelt breezes, the whisper of leaves, the background hiss of his augmentation cloud's comm cycles. A castle suspended in the air winked reflected sunlight from crystal windows. Man's first sun lay low to the horizon, a bulging red oval nearly kissing [...]
Haircut today. Then judo. Both went well.
Now I'm going to do some writing. Here's a sample from my current project, Salyx:
There was an upright piano, a slab of black lacquered wood and polished brass, stationed in the center of a navy-blue disc of rug woven with a fine filigree of white lines. [...]
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