The third part of Remarkable Objects – Part Three was posted on schedule, but I have bronchitis at the moment, so getting around to blogging…
Excerpt from ‘How to Crack a Planet’ (working title). The thirteenth Doctor (Peter Capaldi) and Aaran Coates, a gold-blond silver-blue eyed private detective dressed in a grey suit, blue formal shirt and black sneakers. She has encountered the Tardis for the first time, and this scene explores her reactions.
Casually flicking switches and twisting knobs on the raised, octagonal platform, the Doctor patiently awaited the response. She had crossed the threshold, in body, but not in mind, and had her head poked out, holding the one closed royal blue door and leaning back.
So as it turns out I had this nagging impression to highlight Ahead on Machined Shoulders. Before that, I’ll tell you a little something: Shareware bites hard these days. “Free” downloads bait-and-switch trailware and interruptionsoft teasers galore, whilst I attempt to proofread with a sick dog on my lap. She’ll be fine, we figure, but it turns out Balabolka does a fine job of reading my work, once I got over my nervousness. Ironic, right? Nerves about having software read me my own story.
Ten years or so. Probably longer. The initial concept was rough, unplanned and the world Aaran lived in far from alive. I borrowed ours. Going back with a patch job to draw the story in was a disservice to the inspiration I received. Thanks to a few choice words, I followed a logical process of not being precious about my ideas. Here’s a sample of the updated story:
From the latest short story to be featured in Bold Curves, an excerpt of “Stand A Lone Girl”:
So basically~~~ I’ve been writing like a madman, new short stories for the Bold Curves Anthology. Here’s a sample from the first story, Coates and Yyone Alloy where Aaran is dealin’ with Jareth’s brusque regard for her … attitude. An excerpt follows:
It’s okay, you don’t know yet. That’s not actually a book title. “Sampling” is so mid-90’s … I remember, I was there. Those were good times. Actually, I’m here to show off some hard draft work on a full blown novel tentatively entitled “Every One Wish”, which follows Every One Fight, but only in release. And now, excerpt from 12 – A Missed One:
One: Backhand Fist
What hope do you see in this glass star, anyway? Good core but next to no livable surface area thanks to a generous coating of toxic minerals. You can call the military shielding an act of Phate if you want, but I say blind luck was our savior. I don’t care it’s the ‘miracle mineral’, either. I don’t have the same respect you do for Canor’s survival.
Editing proceeds apace. It really does. I’ve turned some kind of corner and the writing I’ve been about for the last decade and a half all fits together now. It’ll fit even better when I finish editing and re-writing the parts that don’t fit (grin), but boy am I pleased. While I’m rearranging words, enjoy this excerpt from the short story He Who Was Not, one of six stories to be published in the Bold Curves Anthology. For those who loved Richard Diamond…