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The food, even on such short notice, was superb as usual. I can only imagine that Cornelia’s cook was used to such impromptu feasts, and knew who to contact for fresh supplies. The spicy snails were particularly exceptional, I thought, while the squid in nettle sauce was an eye- and mouth-pleasing classic.
Yes, it's set in a variation of Ancient Rome, and Yes, I'm familiar with Apicius. Where do you think I get the recipes from? :-D

I dunno, drugs were the high point of my life. (c wat i did thar!)
My characters are all up s**t creek without a boat. They do have a paddle though.

The food, even on such short notice, was superb as usual. I can only imagine that Corneli..."
This made me rather hungry. Thanks. :P

Stephan: Worrying about William, but is distracted by trying to hold his household together.
Matthew: Living quietly in his cooper's shop, and trying to act as if he has never had a more exciting life.

Carl Goban and what is left of the Space Bastards are leaving in search of their last captain's daughter in a hope to carry out his last wish.

So, Shakira (not the singer!) is working in a café, but is getting really bad back and headaches.
Pryderi is about to collect his delivery.
Two witches have convened and are plotting.
Chief 'vampire' of one clan is preparing to wage war.


Either that's a brilliant typo, or it's a forest with indoor plumbing, five star catering, limo service and the bears are regularly shampooed. That suggests a whole novel...

Either that's a brilliant typo, or it's a forest with indoor plumbing, five star catering, limo service and the..."
It's actually a Spamalot reference, but that's good too. I could go for some shampooed bears.


Sean: Already in Barcelona, also planning to hunt down said arms dealer.
Andrew: Severely pissed. Still in New York, recently made aware that Paige took his best friend to hunt down an arms dealer.


Sir Blackheart - Dead in the forest, with two silver coins on his eyes, put there by Scarlet. He died of a heart attack after night of passion spent with Scarlet
Demonica - Still trying to steal souls for the devil.
Angelicus - Still trying to save souls for heaven.

General Truman is desperately seeking answers from Morgan on how to undo her mess that's claimed the North American continent and is threatening the rest of the world. He has the task of using enhanced interrogation techniques to get the info from her before the President puts him on the chopping block.

Tib is sulking with the elves, learning to be 'zen'. It's not working out well for him...
Azi was just whisked out of bed by Flitt, through the Half-Realm, into Kythshire where she is doing her best to defend her honor to her fairy friend, who doesn't believe she and Rian were just 'talking all night'.
More than a third of the way into the book. FleetCommander Paulu Guideran has just used the military assets at his disposal to impose martial law in the area of his home and family after being captured by, threatened by, and then escaping from the Ammarian Council and its Chief. He has ordered his forces to destroy any government unit or vehicle attempting to enter the area by force.
Koro Reva has to decide whether or not to leave Evangeline and his new life and return to the Empire he once ruled to head off a new resurgence by elements within the Empire that might perpetrate an attack on his new home.
The elderly Lord Rogart Brinkle is about to be taken into an unwanted protective custody by FleetCommander Guideran's men:
He shuffled over to the door, and spoke through it. “Who is it? I'm not expecting any visitors.”
“Open up! We need to talk to you.”
“Who's 'we'?”
“I'm Sergeant-at-Arms Morce, carrier guard-section chief for FleetCommander Guideran. I think you know him, Lord Brinkle.”
“My name is Bugley Fugley. You're at the wrong place. Ask the clerk downstairs, he'll tell you.”
“Open up, sir, we know who you are by the sound of your voice. FleetCommander Guideran briefed us thoroughly.”
Koro Reva has to decide whether or not to leave Evangeline and his new life and return to the Empire he once ruled to head off a new resurgence by elements within the Empire that might perpetrate an attack on his new home.
The elderly Lord Rogart Brinkle is about to be taken into an unwanted protective custody by FleetCommander Guideran's men:
He shuffled over to the door, and spoke through it. “Who is it? I'm not expecting any visitors.”
“Open up! We need to talk to you.”
“Who's 'we'?”
“I'm Sergeant-at-Arms Morce, carrier guard-section chief for FleetCommander Guideran. I think you know him, Lord Brinkle.”
“My name is Bugley Fugley. You're at the wrong place. Ask the clerk downstairs, he'll tell you.”
“Open up, sir, we know who you are by the sound of your voice. FleetCommander Guideran briefed us thoroughly.”

I know! It's a little too early to talk about Christmas!

LOL, Christmas in September...works for me! Any chance you'll pass my gift list to the big guy?? !-)

Anyway... what else is everyone working on?

I'm juggling three shorts right now, all of which I hope to have out in the next month. Here are what some of the characters are up to. But, I'm mixing characters from the three stories together.
Ben Starn Downing expired aspirin and cold coffee, counting the minutes until Christmas break starts.
Zac Couchester Walking around with wet pants after peeing himself when he realized zombies are real.
Tamatha Norris Suffering a lap burned by coffee, trying to outrun numerous vehicles, all of which seem to be trying to kill her - driving by... what are those things, anyway?
Naked Tomato Colored... Thing Driving his cab.
Pastor "Ace" Couchester Blowing away zombies in a nursing home with two double barreled sawed off shotguns.
Ambrosia Corazón-Reine Being a hermit in her little trailer in Mexico, drinking tequila, wearing bunny slippers... with her shotgun handy.
Victoria Samson Sweating up a storm, quoting Dante and waiting for the day to put this childish crap called high school behind her.
Immanuel Ristlike Learning to fire a M82 while taking crap for the gigantic pimple on his forehead.
Tall Gray Skinned... Thing... Dressed as a cop Cruising about in her squad car.
Principal Wilbert Lambihaus Walking around with a wet butt after an insane janitor swatted him with a mop.
Ben Starn Downing expired aspirin and cold coffee, counting the minutes until Christmas break starts.
Zac Couchester Walking around with wet pants after peeing himself when he realized zombies are real.
Tamatha Norris Suffering a lap burned by coffee, trying to outrun numerous vehicles, all of which seem to be trying to kill her - driving by... what are those things, anyway?
Naked Tomato Colored... Thing Driving his cab.
Pastor "Ace" Couchester Blowing away zombies in a nursing home with two double barreled sawed off shotguns.
Ambrosia Corazón-Reine Being a hermit in her little trailer in Mexico, drinking tequila, wearing bunny slippers... with her shotgun handy.
Victoria Samson Sweating up a storm, quoting Dante and waiting for the day to put this childish crap called high school behind her.
Immanuel Ristlike Learning to fire a M82 while taking crap for the gigantic pimple on his forehead.
Tall Gray Skinned... Thing... Dressed as a cop Cruising about in her squad car.
Principal Wilbert Lambihaus Walking around with a wet butt after an insane janitor swatted him with a mop.

Hallie wrote: "Dwayne, hearing you're juggling 3 shorts makes me feel better about being unable to choose which of my WIPs to concentrate on! If I plan to release all 3 at once I won't feel so guilty about switch..."
Oh, and that's not even the half of it. I have dozens of shorts that are set aside for a while, at least three novels, a couple of memoirs, a book on my thoughts on a topic we're not allowed to talk about at SIA... yeah, I have a small library of stuff in various degrees of being done.
Do whatever works for you. I know some will say only work on one thing at a time and that's fine advice for some. But, some of us like a variety of projects to drift through.
Oh, and that's not even the half of it. I have dozens of shorts that are set aside for a while, at least three novels, a couple of memoirs, a book on my thoughts on a topic we're not allowed to talk about at SIA... yeah, I have a small library of stuff in various degrees of being done.
Do whatever works for you. I know some will say only work on one thing at a time and that's fine advice for some. But, some of us like a variety of projects to drift through.

And. If, like me, stories bug you until you get them on 'paper' you will have bits and chapters and short stories and novels and verse. It's the chaos of mind that I call creativity....


I have just started the second book in my series 'The Starlite Heart.' Right now all my characters are going through major life changes.
Prince Neal is back in his home with a resolve to speak only truth. He starts by telling his mother that he never actually tried to commit suicide but made her believe it for sadistic reasons.
Queen Sia (of a different nation) is trying to make Sophia decline the proposal of marriage she received from Sia's brother in law, because Sia believes that Sophia belongs with Neal.
Sophia has recovered from her 'incident' at the end of first book and returned to her job. In the last chapter she stormed out of Sia's room because she can't understand her position on the marriage proposal.


For "Rageth:"
Daphne is apprehensively navigating a fire stair, thinking the emergency sirens are loud and those lights make the air look uncomfortably like blood. She's really hoping she can figure out what's behind the horrible hauntings and terrified she won't be up to the task.
Tom is running through all his favorite heavy metal songs in his head, hoping to be as strong and brave inside as people seem to think he is. He's hoping not to let Daphne down.
Kristina is scared to death, following her friends up the stairs, wondering when the lights are going to go out again. She's also wondering what's going to happen when the meanest nurse of the hospital finds them.
For "Silverwings:"
Verity is hoping her master, Cyril, isn't too mad about her keeping the secret of the strange winged mare from him. She's also trying to keep the mare from kicking anybody or running off.
Cyril is trying to figure out how a winged mare can actually have strength enough to fly, considering she's not really built like a bird - he's doing it by touch and magical senses because he's blind.
Silverwings is sniffing everybody and deciding whether to bolt, take off, or try to get closer to that really tasty patch of clover. Ooh, that human's hands tickle but he's gentle. Her legs still hurt and she's still hungry.
For "The Blade of Fate:" (Sequel to the Dice of Fate)
Sanae is enjoying her time with her new love, and wondering what it's going to be like training as a Kiavel warrior. She also wonders if she'll ever see modern Earth again.
Tetsu-ko is worried. She hopes her odd but fascinating love, Sanae, will hold up during training. She knows the woman is still unfamiliar with these lands and will need to toughen quickly, but she smells war on the wind.
Khurriath is happily counting his gold, glad that his days as an adventuring dragon are over. Or are they?
Mrr'l is wondering what became of her people, the Nekojin, and thinking about where her adventures with Sanae are going to lead them next.
In the current WIP:
Ben Starn has just become friends with Howie Brewer.
Yes. Anyone who is familiar with bits of my work... the worlds are colliding again.
Ben Starn has just become friends with Howie Brewer.
Yes. Anyone who is familiar with bits of my work... the worlds are colliding again.


Baxter is blazing down dark roads is in his 1935 Bentley.
Maybelle is tipsy but wishing she was full blooded drunk
Vivian is pulling a client into her room, all the while eyeing the gold chain on his watch.
Mr. McPherson is changing his spats. Too much blood on the old pair.




