Moe Lane's Blog, page 603
January 30, 2022
Patreon Microfiction: Planet of Eggs.
‘Planet of Eggs’ was one where I thought of the title first, then tried to figure out what it meant. Those are fun to do. And sometimes the result is pretty stupid, too. That’s always a plus.
Patreon!
Tweet of the Day, I’d Put The Full Photo On My Wall edition.
It is beautiful. Not ‘weirdly’ or ‘oddly’ beautiful; just straight-up nice. Evocative. The reason why we made color film.
What I think of when I think of the word "patina." This old truck is in the middle of a field in on a blazing hot day in West Texas. It wasn't rusting away: it was dessiccating away. @iowahawkblog, let's see what you got, big boy.
— Traces of Texas (@TracesofTexas) January 30, 2022
When I die I want to look like this truck. pic.twitter.com/OKSW7hMDUL
January 29, 2022
‘Fire and Rain.’
This isn’t commentary on anything*. I just like the song.
*I will say that James Taylor cheerfully sold the royalties to his songs decades ago, which means that he doesn’t actually own his songs as much as he acts like he owns his songs.
Book of the Week: The Martian Chronicles.
I always meant to write something about Ray Bradbury’s passing, but the community I would have written it for has scattered to the four winds, these twenty years past.
…I miss them.
Ray Bradbury, The Martian Chronicles.
Well, that’s DESERT in the can.
It works fairly all right, but I’m not sure about how consistent it is. I’ll be revising it tomorrow and Monday, though. Maybe I can work on its voice then.
Patreon!Blondie waved at the remains of the Gate. “See, this is why fulgurmancers should keep their noses out of fulgurology.”
Shiner and Joe looked at each other. Joe spoke first. “All right.”
She looked at them. Blondie had some bandages on her face, and part of her hair was frizzled and crispy, but she was otherwise in one piece. “You get what happened, right? …You don’t, do you? The Gate, it was a mess.”
“It was?” Shiner asked, craning his neck to look at what was left of it. “It looked like… a Gate, I guess.”
She shook her head. “It kept discharging and sparking. There was the smell of lightning in the air. Every so often, bits of electricity would make a short circuit — ah, it’d burn a path on the wall. That ain’t normal.”
“All right,” repeated Joe after a second.
Death Hill [The Day After Ragnarok]
I really wish THE DAY AFTER RAGNAROK had taken off. It’s real fun to write for.
Death-Hill-Google-DocsDownloadBeta invites for TINSEL RAIN are away.
If you volunteered to beta-read TINSEL RAIN and didn’t get yours, let me know. I think I got everybody, but I’m not infallible, to put it mildly. It’ll be easy for me to resend or whatever.
With any luck the beta readers will be done by March, and then the book is off to the editor. And after that? It’s all about the Kickstarter, folks. So be sure to back it when it comes out next month! The better it does, the more I can publish this year.
#commissionearned
January 28, 2022
‘Bully in the Alley.’
#commissionearned
Movie suggestion request.
I’m starting up thinking about the next book in the Tom Vargas series, now that I’ve written myself out of the corner that was keeping me from making it a series. I need recommendations for 1950s black and white drag racing / street racing flicks. You know, the ones involving surly teens and stuff. I also need advice on what kinds of 1960s beach movies I should be watching besides BEACH BLANKET BINGO.
Yes, these seem a bit contradictory. There may be two novels involved. We’ll see.
#commissionearned
Trying to track down this Wild Goose song.
I know most of the lyrics already, more or less:
There’s few who knowWhere the wild geese go
So now my love and I
For when cold winds blow
Then the geese must go
Here from my love and I:
They must fly-y
i-iy
They must fly.
If anybody remembers this song and the artist, it’d be awesome. I heard it off of a filk tape, thirty years ago. …God help me.
