Notes and Introduction Mice. Computers are otherwise. No motorcycles or grandfather clocks. Only electricity, which the giant weights pulling on chains need none of. A house in the country devoid of power, yet glowing internally. The belly of an incandescent bellows. What spills out into the wilderness? Read on to
Notes and Introduction We are officially in the second act of things. Now we need to pursue some goals. Encounter some roadblocks. I sure hope nothing bad happens to our protagonist. Already thinking of some editing choices for The Revisioning, but a story is in the telling, so let’e
Notes and Introduction I had everything written to post last week. I just didn't. My brain was melting. Melted. Turned to Jello. I needed a week for it to solidify again. Hopefully all of the chopped fruit and hamburger pieces are in the right spot. In a time
Notes and Introduction Don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you’ve got, at all. If something is important enough to hide, how do you figure out what it is, or does? What was the purpose of the pyramids? Were they a water park
Notes and Introduction Working with memory, but ultimately being at its mercy. Familiar thoughts like holes punctured in clouds. More words poured into the forms set by the first part of the visit. Occluded Connections Wemly managed to free herself from her dumbfoundedness, and was just pushing herself off the
Notes and Introduction What happens if a secret is guarded too closely? I was interested in how a secret kept until it had nearly eroded away could be shared in a last ditch effort to communicate it. A secret has to be known to exist after all. A few versions
Notes and Introduction Time travel stories are some of my favourite. Even when they don’t make sense. So SPOILER ALERT: this story may contain time travel, and its use in stories has not been authorized for general use by the literary health board due to potentially fatal (for the
The chaff burns, a smoky cloak of ash billowing to the east as the wind picks up. The prairies are still as night falls, waiting for the rain. Bison paw at the cooled soil, waiting for buds to push through. Nature has tilled and fertilized without breaking ground. Turning a
