This is a snip of the ongoing Chloe story. You can find earlier snips here, or the first book here. *** The bus was not a fast way to get home, but Chloe had refused to get a car, despite her mother’s silent disapproval. She’d only reluctantly gotten her driver’s license, and hated driving, and… Read More Odd prompts: Chloe Snippet
Deviling is a food process, a snarky reference to the fires of hell and the spices people added to things like deviled eggs that made them seem hot to taste. Devilled eggs are a traditional picnic and party food, only my dear First Reader’s mother made them differently, and when he discovered that people didn’t… Read More Angeled Eggs
I’m reviewing two books today instead of one, because I started book two last night and it sucked me right in and I finished it! Good thing there isn’t a book three yet or I might not have slept at all. Yes, this is a recommendation, right off the bat. I’ve really enjoyed both books,… Read More Review: Unexpected Enlightenment
We don’t spend enough time with our head in the clouds. Or the stars, or simply that indescribably play of colors as our star rises and sets on our flat earth where we stolidly plod onward through our daily toil. I read and write a lot of science fiction, and even I don’t take the… Read More Beautiful America: Looking Up
My schedule doesn’t give me a lot of play time. Fortunately, some of the things I do and call ‘work’ I also regard as play. This allows me to go off and “play” while still feeling productive. Which isn’t to say that I don’t occasionally goof off and waste time, too. Yesterday was one of… Read More Productivity
“You’re hypothermic.” Sarah informed her. “Your core temperature is so low all the blood has left your extremities, that is why you have no dexterity.” She gently moved the child’s hands away and finished unbuttoning the coat. It was oilskin over what seemed to be a down lining, and her torso was dry. That must… Read More Snow Angel Snippet 3
Lying on her back in the snow was a young woman. Already, she was dusted over with snow, which is why Sarah had missed her clothes. Dressed in a long duster jacket, jeans, and cowboy boots, she was motionless. Her face was pale… Sarah leaned closer over her, pushing Josh toward the house. “Go home…”… Read More Snow Angel Snippet 2