Long ago, the ancestors slept in the before, an ocean with no beginning and no end. But they grew restless in their endless sleep, so they woke in the now, an empty plain spreading out in all directions as far as the eye could see. And Old Man and Old Woman looked over the now and found it bereft of interest. So they took to wandering together. And Old Woman felt mischief stir within her, and scooped the ground with her hands to make a hill that Old Man tripped over. And where he fell a great valley formed as the mountains sprang around him. Unwilling to let Old Woman win at their game, Old Man dug so deep he reached the before, and water came splashing out to wet Old Woman. And where it spr
I hope you like mixed metaphors, because we have a doozy for you today, revolving around Anton Chekhov and his metaphoric gun. I’ve been thinking a lot about Chekhov’s gun lately and how it’s both the cause of and solution to a lot of writerly problems. So much so I think this will turn into a three-part series on the subject. So, with that in mind, I guess we should discuss who exactly Chekhov was and why he’s so fixated on firearms. Despite my rather cliched dive into Russian literature during my college days, I’m embarrassed to say I’ve never read any Chekhov. However, even excluding his infamous gun, I’ve read references to him for years, and a little internet research tells me he was a
One of the nice things of living on the West Coast (other than it literally being paradise) is that most of the US/ Europe is already abed when I post. I don’t know why that makes me feel freer, but I sort of like knowing that I’m the last one up, even if that’s not true (I hear there’s this place called Asia. And maybe Australia?). Anyways, by the time anyone reads this, The Glass Dagger, book three in the Sol’s Harvest series, will be live. And hopefully delivered to people who preordered it. I don’t actually know how that works, and you can’t see who/ how many people have already ordered it until the day of, so I guess I’ll find out when I wake up in the morning. So until then, I guess I’
I think it was two days ago that the crushing reality that I had a book coming out in under a week hit. It hurt. Mentally I had "work on short stories some more" slotted in this week, which got thrown out the window when I realized how much random stuff I still had/ have to do. So I'm just going to do a little list below for a low-effort post of the week. Upload The Glass Dagger to Amazon and set up preorder (did that a while back I think). Upload it again when an ARC reader spots a few more typos. Create paperback for book three - this is done but I haven't made it live yet since they don't allow preorders for paperbacks. I don't think. Set up a SALE for all three books: Between Feb 2-6th,
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