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A dim idea of safety …

A sample of Ahead on Machined Shoulders available now at Wattpad:

[May is the wife of Remy Therison, Aaran. At least in a full prosthetic she can protect herself. Convincing her to keep a bodyguard is not an enviable task. One I’ve been charged with by Garen many times.]
[Not to be insensitive about her whole body being turned into stock-and-shelf parts,] I retorted.
[She’s always had a dim idea of safety. She didn’t deserve it. Alright?]
Kitrid, as a retired ‘intelligence’ agent had an excellent understanding of the pieces missing from his stepsister’s life. [You get a pass this time. So in the end Garen strattera no prescription decided to keep tabs on her?]
[Not indiscreetly. She’s worth killing for. How many people rally around you? You’re worth killing for. Private security is the path to mass disruption.]
[Now what am I supposed to say to that?]
[‘Thank you’ would do. Or ‘that’s very flattering’. Why’d you call me?]
[‘Mass disruption’? Scratch it. You can explain that later.] Blast it, Kitrid … I thought. [You’re doin’ a great job keepin’ me on the defensive. Garen and I are going to rescue her son from the BSO and then she needs a safehouse.]

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Ahead on Machined Shoulders: Sampled

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. Continue reading

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Quietly rewriting Sector Bomb

Sector Bomb is, under another title, at present, a big fat draft. I love big fat drafts. They’ve got lots of ideas, plenty of editing and ‘text grunt work’ – tons of stuff that needs improvement I can’t even see yet. Unfortunately I wrote it from the wrong perspective. That’s the lesson planning teaches you.

How do I know that? Technically this is a story that needs fleshing out, the conflict is concerned with the environment, and the narrative doesn’t reflect that. It’s not the worst problem to have, because switching from first person to third limited omniscient (my favorite) is not only a treat, but it’s what I need to do.

Buddy is too gentle, too narrow due to his nature, and relies heavily on others to shed light on him. He’s one of my dark skinned characters, and I’ll say it now; he’s not black. He’s got his own issues, but as Aaran says “He’s a good kid.”

The re-writing is being done ‘on the back burner’ as I like to call it, and so I do other stuff in the meantime. It means I’m delaying the chapter by chapter release until I’ve got it all started. Concept covers indicated to me that narrative changes need to happen … thankfully it’s all there. No samples, as I normally would, since this new work has to get all the attention.

What about Bold Curves: I’ve changed most of the story titles and Ahead on Machined Shoulders is in the mill. I’d like to be through the first draft of that by the end of next week, so soon after it should appear on Wattpad. It involves a character who does things no one else can, so I feel it necessary to give it the right time to percolate.

Ah, hey, before I sign off, here’s a sample from We Met Haisha:

Sonata was recovering from toxin freeze. I wasn’t happy about it, but I always got upset, even it if wasn’t my fault. Which it wasn’t. Sonata isn’t the strong ambienonline type – she’s an android, like me, but not a strong one. She’s fast, agile and intelligent.
She also recovers half as quickly as I do from exposure to the toxin. I asked Father about it. He was sympathetic, but direct.
“It’s her body type. You can afford to have denser skin due to your body weight and power output.”
I grimaced at him as if that made any sense. “Just because I’m a robot doesn’t meant I get the … oh. That makes sense.”
He reached up and tousled my hair, which I immediately smoothed back into place with a frown. His words weren’t consoling. I moped around for several days until she was able to start verbally brow beating me about it again. I didn’t apologize for being so mopey, and she didn’t make me.
I guess she understood.
Lady Vanadyl was up and around, but brooding. What about, she wouldn’t say. I asked, too. It wasn’t the usual concern about Windshifter, Lady Sarle, or Grendier, Mishan, or even Ayani. Garen was off on some hunter-gatherer thing, Akai was working, and Winter was offside, visiting Esuna on Talon Colony. That left Natali.
“It’s not your business, pipsqueak,” she growled, not giving me the benefit of eye contact.
“Everything’s my business. I don’t have anything else to do.”
She looked at me as if I’d said something sarcastic, or wry, but knew better. I don’t treat Aaran like that as a matter of respect. Her right arm twitched mechanically and she sighed, letting it drop at her side.
“You need to rescue a friend of mine. I’ve not wanted to ask you because every time Sonata gets exposed you gloom and doom the place up,” she admitted finally. “Sarle’s getting more crysolen. If you go now the weather should hold.”
“Who’re we rescuing?” chimed Sonata’s voice from the corridor. I looked at her. She was already dressed for the trip.
“The only survivor of the Northumberlund Ark. I just got a message from her, so you’d better hurry.”

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Every One Fight Retails at your Descretion

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Instead of delaying Every One Fight to rename it, which I considered, I decided to change the Smashwords Edition to “whatever you wanna pay” model in advance of the Amazon and KDP release, since the first sale was made when the book was available for nothin’. The Amazon Edition will retail at $1.99, with MatchBook enabled for the sum cost of nothin’. Continue reading

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My Stance on Amazon

Maybe it’s late to be saying this, but Bezos is a dangerous beast. Hachette hasn’t got it right either. The truth (as usual) is somewhere in the middle. For a while now I’ve been waiting with baited breath, hesitating to join CreateSpace to publish my own works. Publisher? Not as yet; this nutter’s takin’ a swing at it solo, so far. Continue reading

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Resolute Gait, Wispy Child Excerpt

Eight cruisers had somehow veered into a Hauler robot dragging twelve long tons of raw NA-16 through the middle of Angel City North and right across my doorstep. The first smacked into the Hauler, and from my ground level office I heard the groan and wail. Haulers sometimes develop personalities, and even a few like to adopt emotive traits.

Plasteel doesn’t burn, especially the kind they use in civilian cruisers, which aren’t terribly fragile anyway. That was the problem, in this case. It was better to think of that than the head of the girl clean cut at the neck. Tears would come later, because I couldn’t do anything about the scrand driver probably half-asleep in his seat when they all compressed his cruiser into mash. Maybe CDI Milne would slip me a look at the coroner’s report.

Danvers Avenue sounds middle of the road, and it is that, home to a few gangs, middle-of-the-road businessfelors and average citizens. It is also next door to Whitegraft Police Department, my ex-haunting ground. Bethany Hospital was ten minutes away, but emergency services were twenty, and even though they were fast, I still was angry when they did arrive.

I tucked it aside, knowing some of the crew personally. Masurani lives not far, and being off shift and within earshot, lent a hand. We didn’t say much, but when we were done, Jain Dowery thanked us for the assist and not taking any ‘stupid tramadol.html risks’. A few inexperienced KnightsMage were hurt last year, and that put the pressure on me to get the kids in line.

Eleven victims: Four dead, six wounded and one unaccounted for, Jain told me by way of Scramble Relay. I thanked her and her crew. Masurani was hungry, so we stopped by Morse Cafe for a drink and some food. I ordered a twist-bread sandwich with the house dressing and assorted sliced protein. Masurani seemed more interested in the quarter-pound burgers.

“They’re fast here,” she said, drying her hands while I washed mine. “Better grab a table …”

“Away from the window.” Thumbing a curious self-conscious looking journalist who didn’t quite manage to notice us. Maybe he did, though, and maybe my glare told him ‘later.’

She nodded understanding. “Picked up enough hardware for today. Blasted Hauler. Who sent it through here?”

Representative Castlegar would be cutting air rations offside, but it wasn’t our problem. Masurani pulled a black clip out of her pant pocket and pinned her hair with it, off to one side. I said, “Local relay should have blocked off the roads. There’ll be an investigation.”

She lanced me with a harsh glare. “You saying the Hauler didn’t know?”

“You know how fast a Hauler isn’t?”

She scoffed. “It’s blasted waste. No self respecting Hauler gets into a mess like that on its own.”

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Excerpt: Coates and Yyone Alloy (Revisited)

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: Continue reading

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