Cedar Writes

Category: fiction

  • Dragon Noir: Snippet Seven

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    Continuing the War council meeting in the kitchen… You will find the other snippets here.  And for the second time that night, jaws dropped around the table. He smirked, almost hidden under the voluminous beard. “I’m not always a hothead. Sometimes I leave that for the boy, here.” He gestured at me. “First, we must…

  • Dragon Noir: Snippet Six

    Dragon Noir: Snippet Six

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    And the book is done, off to beta readers, and feedback is already coming back. I will have a cover done this weekend, aided by potential bad weather that will trap me in the house so I have to work… or fool around. But I think I’ll at least get the cover done! As always,…

  • Resolution Foolishness

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    Ruefully, I look at the upcoming year and think “I should…” I should do a lot of things. Some of them I actually will. But the one that I was thinking when I stopped my mental self, gave her a Gibbs smack upside the head and said ‘what are you thinking?’ was related to something…

  • Curmudgeon’s Corner

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    This is a guest post by my First Reader, referencing a social phenomenon that has been making him a wee bit grouchy recently. If you’d like to learn more about what an SJW is, and what it does, I’d suggest looking here.  Curmudgeon’s Corner Authors write books; it’s what they do. Scientists land spaceships on…

  • Book Bomb: Veteran’s Edition

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    I was delighted to discover that of all my friends who served, and also write, two veterans had debut novels come out today. I’m fairly sure they both intended that, and even though I haven’t had a chance to read either book yet, on the basis of knowing both of the men who wrote the…

  • Monday

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    Monday is not a kind day to me, this semester. After years of running a business where Monday was essentially my weekend (coming as it does after two-three days of performing) I have four classes and have to be ‘on’ from 8:30 to 9 for those classes. Which is why you’re going to start seeing…

  • Incredibly Late

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    I know, I’m late, I’m late… but it’s been an interesting day so far. Three weeks worth of laundry, and the First Reader is sick, poor man, so I did it solo. But I managed about 1500 words in the wash and dry cycles, and I think this novella is going to be ready by…

  • Gentlemen, You have no Idea why People Read…

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    This is a guest post by a friend and very articulate man, who posted this letter he sent to the editors of Analog, explaining why he felt compelled to cancel his subscription and end a three-decade relationship with that venerable SF institution. I will add to it that he touches on a theme you have…

  • Biological Exploration

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    It happened in class. I was quietly sitting in the big lecture hall, surrounded by some fifty-odd other students (this was Friday, and no homework due in class, and a beautiful day… about half the class didn’t bother to show up). I was writing, because the character I’m weaving a story around likes this class.…

  • Sherlockia

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    Last night while I was making dinner, and the First Reader was standing at the sink washing up, we were talking books. I’d told him earlier in the day that I wasn’t going to finish David Pascoe’s Baptism by Fire in time to review it today. It’s not that it’s bad, I told him, quite…

  • Review: The Private Shambler

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    It’s been a hectic couple of weeks. I skipped out of writing a review last week partly because of my schedule, and partly because I hadn’t finished anything recently. Well, this week I did finish a nice, light, funny book. With Zombies… and vampires, and ghosts, and pretty much anything else Kevin J Anderson could…

  • What do I want?

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    “What did I want? I wanted a Roc’s egg. I wanted a harem loaded with lovely odalisques less than the dust beneath my chariot wheels, the rust that never stained my sword,. I wanted raw red gold in nuggets the size of your fist and feed that lousy claim jumper to the huskies! I wanted…