Week two started with an interesting revelation: My brain is a sponge. Writing is what happens when that sponge gets squeezed.
This was supposed to be a simple, straight forward time travel story. It has expanded to includet mythological figures, redneck vigilantes, healthy doses of game theory, and the ghost of Marshal MacLuhan leaning over my shoulder . . . → Read More: No man is an island, but some of us are sponges. #nanowrimo
At first, the mild electrical shock and tiny horizontal rollers tickled as they brushed his eyelashes. The novelty wore off in seconds. Floating safely in the isolation tank of body temperature saline solution, Marsden relaxed, and began to enjoy the neural fireworks his cortex launched against the artificial night of his closed eyelids.
Rippling orange waves of . . . → Read More: Happy Ending # fridayflash
Captain Noel Tayak went from unconscious to panicked as soon as he opened his eyes. It was a toss up, actually, as to which he became aware of first: the cold steel table under his naked back, or the thick leather restraints at his wrists, ankles, waist, and forehead. Along with the aseptic, professionally clean odor . . . → Read More: The Collector – #fridayflash
..of my week were the first thirty seconds of . . . → Read More: The most important thirty seconds ….
A well written character, one that evokes empathy and makes the reader give a damn, is important to a book or story’s success. As the weary cliche states, the devil is in the details.
As author, you are the creator, animus prime, the provider of these details, and your responsibility is to strike a balance of physical . . . → Read More: It’s a question of character