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Out of character: An interlude | Imaginary Atlas: Part 6

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We interrupt our regular column to bring you this brief interlude. When I talk with friends or other writers or whomever about my geeky world-building projects, the general response is a sort of half smile, a nod and something along the lines of, “That’s nice.” On the rare occasions I get actual feedback — when someone actually deigns to engage with my …

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Paint the sky with stars | Imaginary Atlas: Part 5

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Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal. T.S. Eliot We have prepared our canvas. Time to paint. So far, I mostly just been sketching, broadly, an outline about the sort of fictional setting I want to create with this project. We know I want to use a closed universe concept. We know I want a culture that echoes the world of …

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The quanta of culture | Imaginary Atlas: Part 4

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When I was a kid, my dad gave me a pint jar filled with coins. Most of the coins were old, some dating back to the 1910s. The best coin in the bunch was a 1932 silver Mercury-head dime in pretty decent condition. Most of the coins, though were old and worn, some little more than smooth metal disks. I …

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Songs

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So, I’ve been told I have to get serious about editing down Reason to Be until it’s at least under 100,000 words. Sadly, that means that the entire Maggie subplot is going to have to go (which causes its own problems, of course). The bulk of what used to be chapter 7 will now no longer be in the book. …

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Cold Reading

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“I know you all came here tonight because you heard I was a holy man. That I was a man of Gaw-ud. That I would reveal miracles and wonder.” When the speaker at the front of the tent paused to sip from his McDonald’s coffee cup, Thomas glared at Henry. He hadn’t wanted to come out tonight, certainly not here. …

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Our Beloved Home | Incandescent: Chapter 2

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The world turned white around me. “Inspector!” The uni pressed down on my chest with both hands. “Hold on, Talys. The wagon’s on its way. Stay with me, man.” The white flash faded, and it was dark again. What’s all this crap I’m lying on? It looks like an attic. It looks like Aunt Minnie’s attic in San Sebastian. Oh, …

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A new slice of Trek-flavored cheese

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I’m not a huge fan of reboots in general, and the Star Trek reboot in particular. Oh, the J.J. Abrams 2009 movie was fine enough on it’s own merits, even considering the what-was-Spock-doing-in-the-cave plot hole. It was fun and pretty (I rather liked all the lens flare, myself). What I didn’t care much for was how this story related to …

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The Meandering Dead

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When the zombie apocalypse came, it really wasn’t all that bad. It started small enough. A new strain of flu was making the rounds that fall — not a bad strain, nothing to panic over, just new. A couple days of sniffles and coughs and body aches and then back to the grind. Except it wasn’t just a couple days …

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The Gates will be Closing Soon

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“It’s late. The gates will be closing soon.” “Why? Do you have somewhere to be outside?” “No. It’s just an observation.” “Come back to bed. You’ve observed enough for now.” “Move over. You’re taking up all the space.” “It’s not my fault you have such a little bed. You should come to my place. My bed is huge.” “Well, that …

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The Cabin by the Lake

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I’m not participating in National Novel Writing Month, but I have decided to try to write 2,000 words of original fiction every day this month, just because. Bits and pieces, fragments, whatever. Surprising no one more than myself, here’s my first installment. ***** The cabin. Kaylee hated the cabin. The cabin was on the western shore of the lake, halfway …