<– Chapter 15 / Chapter 17 –> Night. Stars so bright they seem to hang within arms’ reach. Constellations without name, without history. It is a sky without context, beneath which he drifts, a lurching planet unmoored from any coherent orbit. In the darkness relieved only by the dim cones that mark the edges of [...]
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whuffie – noun – 1. the ephemeral, reputation-based currency of Cory Doctorow’s sci-fi novel, Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom. (Wikipedia.) 2. Whuffie is a high five, it’s that look of appreciation you give for a job well done, it’s a thumbs up. (Craphound.) I’m taking a momentary break from Sunday football (mainly because [...]
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Before I forget to mention it, you’ve probably noticed the new header image for the blargh. **waits patiently while you scroll to the top of the page** I’m creatively visually stunted, but fortunately for me, the Official Wife of the Blargh (a.k.a., the Blarghette, Beth) is not. I had absolutely no input on this outside [...]
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In my most recent post, I made a somewhat critical remark about Lulu’s Blooker Prize that probably requires some explanation (especially in light of the fact that one of the links on my sidebar is to a Lulu print copy of the novel I’m currently blogging here). I want to state upfront that I have [...]
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I have to say that I’m not particularly surprised to learn that Eli at Novelr and no less than Cory Doctorow tend to agree with me that presenting novels online is going to be an uphill battle against most people’s reading preferences. (Eli’s latest guest post indicates that there are certainly exceptions, but until I [...]
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<– Chapter 14 / Chapter 16 –> Less than two days removed from watching friends and colleagues purged into vacuum by the destruction of Paraclete, and only scant hours from the betrayal of the memories of Kilgore and Rodriguez so he could purchase the cooperation of EED with plausibility, Ray crunches up the white pebble [...]
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At the risk of coming across as a complete n00b at this whole Internets thing, I just discovered Eli James’s web collection at Novelr. Eli has been grappling with this whole blook/blognovel/blovel issue for a great deal longer than I have and has uncovered some great source material for thinking about blogging fiction. It would [...]
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I’ve gotten into the habit of talking about Gatekeepers as a mostly good thing within the context of their function as arbitrators of taste and culture for those of us too lazy to sift through all the dreck). From my perspective, the editors and publishers of the world receive their daily truckloads of creative sewage, [...]
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<– Chapter 13 / Chapter 15 –> His first day on New Holyoke, he sleeps. Exhausted, insensate, dreamless, with Nomar curled up at his feet and blankets soft as silk wadded around him like burial shrouds. He sleeps until the despair is gone, the aches are dulled, the horror dissipates, and when he wakes, he [...]
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Despite what our mothers whispered into our slumber lonesome ears on dulcet summer evenings, there is no magic in the moonlight. The forlorn ululation of coyotes amidst the bristlecone pine, yes. The rumble and shush of trucks barreling down I-70 to strange towns and stranger dreams, yes. The barks of dogs, the sweat of dew, [...]
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