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Goals, midweek check-in

This weekend I spent at work on my writing website (look at the lovely new menus above this post! *preens*) At time of writing, there are over 450 posts on this blog, fortunately well tagged. Nonethless, it took some time … Continue reading

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Sunday 8 March 2015 (Tales from the Inhabited Worlds)

Four centuries ago, for a variety of reasons, I took the literal mask. It is not useless ornament; its communication leads keep me in constant touch with what I must know. Just now the embedded AIs are unscrolling for me … Continue reading

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Sunday 1 March 2015 (Tales from the Inhabited Worlds)

I am Temn yr Astok, and at this late date it does not matter who my parents were, or who sponsored their marriage. I am the Astok great-clan, pure and simple, except for a few rivalrous upstarts. There are days … Continue reading

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Sunday 22 February 2015 (Tales from the Inhabited Worlds)

Until we meet the wider world, we think “our ways” are “the way.” You learn the geography of each of the Inhabited Worlds, and the spatio-temporal fabric of Ordinary Space and the Jumps, but in spite of the mathematics of … Continue reading

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Sunday 15 February 2015 (Tales from the Inhabited Worlds)

I don’t remember being born the first time, nor do I remember the First Song they sang to encourage my gene-mother Sita in her labors. There were three of them leading that chorus, Matar and Estrel and Altair. My gene-father … Continue reading

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Sunday 8 February 2015 (Tales from the Inhabited Worlds)

Inside the Jump / Outside the Dome / Don’t bother looking / There’s nobody home. That’s a children’s rhyme on Sarronny, which contains worlds of paradox and irony: nobody home, but that absence means nobody any good. The Void is … Continue reading

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Sunday 1 February 2015 (The Lost Pissarro)

The night before Angie’s New York gallery opening, she and her mentor Florence hung the show. Florence told her the story of the mass witch-burnings in front of the Federal Courthouse in downtown Minneapolis. She spoke in hushed tones, even … Continue reading

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