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Flood's Edge Going Into Semi-Retirement

A severe bought of insomnia threw me off of my story writing/posting schedule last week. That, combined with some differing thoughts on posting stories and a desire to tweak the system, has led me to put the project into semi-retirement. I intend to post stories once a week for the #fridayflash project, and those will go under the Flood's Edge header.

I fully intend to bring the project back up to full speed again sometime soon. I believe it as a tool for my own creativity and as a...

Norton's Ghost: Available Now

I'm happy to report that Norton's Ghost (ISBN 978-0-9843454-0-3) is now available.  Please see  How To Get The Book on http://www.nortonsghost.com for details.  In short:

email me at roncanepa@gmail.com if you want to get on the borrow listI have local copies on hand for $13 or sliding scale. Contact me if you live in the Gainesville area, and we can arrange local delivery and payment to save shippingthe book is trickling through the distribution channels.  This happened sooner than its even...

#18 Free *

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Rain fell, but it did not touch him.

Pedestrians trundled along the sidewalks, hunched and withdrawn against the downpour. He walked loose and relaxed with a smile on his face.

Death was the best thing that ever happened to him. He once joked that it would be a blessing compared to middle management. How true.

He wandered as he willed, invisible and aware.

Ghosts have no need of umbrellas.

At Flood's Edge: Week 3 Review

I'm on my lunch break at work, so this update will be a little stream-of-consciousness-style.

I've hit a somewhat low point in the project, much of which is summed up in a previous post: A Moment of Doubt.  I've seen from experience that there tends to be this kind of drop in enthusiasm during any kind of project.  This one, though, is a little worse due to the publishing conundrum that I mention: post it for free on the site and make it more difficult to publish the story later, or don't...

#17 Never Went Inside

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I am dead, at the end of a poor but full life.

My regret is the university building on University Drive. Those steps flanked by trimmed hedges and topped with glass.

I walked by every day before I swam in meat, grease, potatoes.

The building was a chance, a change, but more than doors separated us.

It ain't easy. Not when you're poor and afraid.

I never went inside.