Tag Archives: Dissociation

Who Is This “Third Person” Anyhow?

I have decided to write a new project, which I am going to be doing far differently than my previous novels. For a number of reasons I want to push outside of my comfort zone and try something new. One … Continue reading

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Songs Of Ourselves

Walt Whitman’s “Song Of Myself” makes me very uncomfortable.  It challenges me with its honesty, and it reminds me that if we are to love our neighbors as ourselves, we must also love ourselves as our neighbors. That’s a hard … Continue reading

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I can’t stop here, this is bat country!

Hunter Thompson, in Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas, coined the phrase bat country to refer to the desert between LA and Vegas, which is, actually, a pretty desolate stretch of wasteland, particularly when cannonballing late at night with amphetamine … Continue reading

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Loving the alien

One of the challenges and joys to writing speculative fiction is the chance to write non-human characters.   Unfortunately, there are a lot of authors who don’t seem to put much work into fleshing out their non-human characters, and consequently, they come … Continue reading

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“But, Momma, that’s where the fun is…”

“The patrons and the actors, too Uncertain if the show is through Wide sidelong looks await their cue But the frozen mask just smiles” –Alan Moore, “This Vicious Cabaret” I don’t know what I’m doing. I have been working on … Continue reading

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Astro-Gal’s Adventures In Deep Deep Space!

Astro-Gal writhed sinuously, struggling in vain against the syntho-carbonyx cables wrapped tightly around her body. She was bound inexorably to a solid slab of cold unyielding plasteel deep below the surface of the lost asteroid XY-67–in the secret lair of … Continue reading

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The People Of The Empty Quarter

(for Nomad’s Quill) We recognize each other The way that werewolves are supposed to be able to I think it’s the eyes Perhaps That thousand yard stare Eyes that restlessly search some inner horizon For gray charcoal marks of distant … Continue reading

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