March 2012


Have an excerpt:

Rumor had it that the Mirosians worshipped some kind of monster as a God, and that he was to be a human sacrifice. Ted lowered his eyes to avoid glaring at the bald green glare of his captor’s head, and found himself staring at his wings instead. There were other rumors, too, tales of insectoid hive minds and such, although those might have been an overactive imagination’s response to the exoskeleton. The guards spoke among themselves in a soft murmur that Ted couldn’t understand, so they must have some kind of individuality.

I just sent out five stories to various markets.  I’ve been so crazy busy that I haven’t had time to send them back out until now.  In fact, at one point I didn’t have time to bathe.

(Fret not, it was for a good cause, and it paid off.  All will be shared in the fullness of time.)

You know I was busy if I have five stories piled up.  I try not to let them sit around my house with their feet up drinking my beer for more than 24 hours.

I’m hoping this is close to the last draft of my bug story.  It’s about 4800 words of insecty goodness!

Um.  Yeah.  Trust me on this.  Heh.

In other news, I have a huge pile of stories that need to go back out because of commute hell.  Maybe I should go do that now.