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A Boy, a Girl and a Baby Cthulhu
Originally posted on Nicholas C. Rossis:
Visitors of this blog may remember that today is our anniversary. We went on our first date on October 3rd, 1992, and she’s been suffering life with me ever since. This year we have something special to celebrate. For once, our latest project doesn’t involve books and computers, but a big belly…
What’s the Backdrop for One Night in Daytona Beach?
Originally posted on Dellani Oakes:
When first approaching One Night in Daytona Beach, I wanted an exciting backdrop. A friend suggested setting it during the NASCAR racing, but in all the years I’ve lived here, I’ve never been to the races. However, one cannot go anywhere during Daytona Bike Week or Biketoberfest without encountering thousands…
The spider in the glass
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
The conversation was getting pretty deep when an ear-splitting scream shattered the evening. Ani darted up from her rest, confused but barking on the general principle that anything that could cause that sound from one of her boys needed attacking. Then there was silence at the other…
#Autorainvitada. María Acosta (@Lunasirnape). Romance y cuestiones morales.
Originally posted on Just Olga:
Hola a todos: Es viernes y como sabéis toca autor (hoy autora) invitada. Como ya os he comentado formo parte de un grupo de autores y lectores en Goodreads, Café Literario pero no siempre puedo participar tanto como quiero. Hace unos días recibí un mensaje de una de las administradoras, Concha,…
Why Science Fiction Matters
Originally posted on Writing Is Hard Work:
I’m a science fiction novelist. This means that I write novels about far out places, weird aliens, and sometimes place characters on things that hover or fly very fast. This also means that I have a duty to humanity that is sometimes far above the sex-laden romance novel…
Another 12 Months of Writing #amwriting
Originally posted on ARMAND ROSAMILIA:
Two years ago my then-girlfriend Shelly asked me how much I wrote each year. I shrugged. Most days I didn’t know how much I’d just written. I never kept track. I just wrote and wrote and wrote until stories got finished. I was curious to know, and also to find…