Michael McClung's Blog, page 8
December 17, 2012
Oh, crap.
I can't be sick. I have too much stuff to do. Shuffling between bed and toilet is not is not getting any of it done.
December 15, 2012
Choose your own adventure
I've got a lot of stories started. A. Lot. How many? Let's just say you have to add an 's' after the word 'dozen'.Finished stories? Not nearly so many. But one of my goals for 2013 is to come out with a second volume of short stories.
That's where you come in, Dear Reader.
I'll be posting the first couple of paragraphs (ish) of a few short stories at a time, and then for your amusement they
That's where you come in, Dear Reader.
I'll be posting the first couple of paragraphs (ish) of a few short stories at a time, and then for your amusement they
December 14, 2012
Get on it.
An awesome micro-review of The Thief Who Spat In Luck's Good Eye from the iTunes Australia store:
A good read with plenty of action that rolls along at a fast pace with very few slow pages. Get on it. -Matnmak (5 stars)
A good read with plenty of action that rolls along at a fast pace with very few slow pages. Get on it. -Matnmak (5 stars)
December 13, 2012
Maundering
Rain-slick streets throwing back neon smears. Eyes that have seen near-endless iterations. The Street (as opposed to the street) moves through the same tired dance of commerce. Who's buying, who's selling, what's for sale, it's all been done and done long before my zygote days, and will be done and done long after I am unwise, unvaliant dust. Everything seems just a touch worn, grubby, tired.
December 10, 2012
Metaphysical
If Nature did not take delight in blood,
She would have made more easy ways to good. -Greville
All Hell doth at his presence quake,
though he himselfe for cold doe shake -Southwell
Then, since fortune's favours fade,
You, that in her arms do sleep,
Learn to swim, and not to wade;
For the hearts of kings are deep. -Wotton
...On a huge hill,
Cragged, and steep, Truth stands, and he that
She would have made more easy ways to good. -Greville
All Hell doth at his presence quake,
though he himselfe for cold doe shake -Southwell
Then, since fortune's favours fade,
You, that in her arms do sleep,
Learn to swim, and not to wade;
For the hearts of kings are deep. -Wotton
...On a huge hill,
Cragged, and steep, Truth stands, and he that
November 29, 2012
Seriously considering a bad idea. Well, a new bad idea.
It seems from comments in reviews that those who pick up The Thief Who Spat In Luck's Good Eye randomly often do so on the strength of the title. As I make my (very) slow way through the revisions of The Blade That Whispers Hate, I'm considering changing the title. In fact, I'm thinking every Amra title should start with 'The Thief Who...' to make it plain that they all belong to a series.
Yes,
Yes,
November 27, 2012
Tarqis Excerpt
Tarqis
They were beating somebody bloody in the alley behind Velman's wiggery.
It was a precise, methodical beating, Murgut noted with a professional eye. Two toughs held the cripple by his arms while a third dealt out the punishment with both meaty fists. There was a workmanlike method to it. Face, body, body. Face, body body. No heat behind it, but good and sufficient force. These three
They were beating somebody bloody in the alley behind Velman's wiggery.
It was a precise, methodical beating, Murgut noted with a professional eye. Two toughs held the cripple by his arms while a third dealt out the punishment with both meaty fists. There was a workmanlike method to it. Face, body, body. Face, body body. No heat behind it, but good and sufficient force. These three
November 26, 2012
Finding the vein
I have good veins, or so the drawers of blood assure me. Good meaning easy to find and stick a needle into. Little blue highways running right below the skin in the crooks of my elbows. Might as well have flashing arrows.
Other people are not so lucky. They suffer multiple exploratory punctures when in a situation that calls for blood to be drawn. Bad enough to have a needle in your arm. Worse
Other people are not so lucky. They suffer multiple exploratory punctures when in a situation that calls for blood to be drawn. Bad enough to have a needle in your arm. Worse
November 16, 2012
'Sweeny Among Nightingales' excerpt
“Naomi Marie Harris.” He stares at the file. He’s not
reading it; his washed-out green eyes, behind the glasses, are not scanning.
Why he’s even got a hard copy in front of him is a mystery.
“Naomi Marie Harris. Born London, 2167. Educated New Pembroke
College, Cambridge Orbital. Single mother. Accredited Astrogator, licensed
orbital pilot, most recently contracted with JurongCorp
reading it; his washed-out green eyes, behind the glasses, are not scanning.
Why he’s even got a hard copy in front of him is a mystery.
“Naomi Marie Harris. Born London, 2167. Educated New Pembroke
College, Cambridge Orbital. Single mother. Accredited Astrogator, licensed
orbital pilot, most recently contracted with JurongCorp
November 15, 2012
Waste Land review, life stuff
Hello my peeps,
Things have gotten interesting around here, as I am both searching for a new place to live and a new place to work. I might be the teensiest bit stressed out. So, you know, not much in the way of blogging has gotten done.
But I did notice that [erudite, talented, and eerily unerring in her perceptions] Professor Trisha over at eclectic / eccentric posted a lovely review of
Things have gotten interesting around here, as I am both searching for a new place to live and a new place to work. I might be the teensiest bit stressed out. So, you know, not much in the way of blogging has gotten done.
But I did notice that [erudite, talented, and eerily unerring in her perceptions] Professor Trisha over at eclectic / eccentric posted a lovely review of
