Slogging the Mire – November 2022

Slogging the Mire – November 2022

It’s been a crazy productive month! October ended with Hal-con where I received a bunch of useful publishing information and a whole whack of new Nova Scotia writer connections. Fantastic! It’s so great to finally be building a friend network of local...
The Bottomless Pit at Pickingill Elementary

The Bottomless Pit at Pickingill Elementary

The red button on Principal Cayce’s phone was blinking. Of the eight square buttons on the device it was the only colored one and, incidentally, the only one he ever used. He picked up the receiver and clicked it. “Yes, Shelly?” “Sir, I have a Mrs.Laine out here and...
The Beachcomber’s Boys

The Beachcomber’s Boys

When all four moons swung around to his side of Junireng, the Beachcomber found the most miraculous things on the bottom of the sea.  Today was not one of the better days for moon alignment. Only three of the four hung over the horizon and one of them had waned down...
Reflections in the Green Room

Reflections in the Green Room

When I saw the man, the man with arms made of flesh and bone, bare to the shoulder, lifting boxes into the bed of a transport truck, when I saw that his arms weren’t long insect things, bristling with hairs, slender and strong, and when I saw he lacked pincers,...
The Stilling Wound

The Stilling Wound

Author’s Note:This is the first excursion into the setting of the world of the novel I’m writing; The Ebb of Abandon. It’s a bit of a canary in a coal mine with me testing out some odd concepts, how to convey them, and how to parse out world history....