I didn’t write one of these when everyone else did as, well, I’m a neophyte and rather imagined it wouldn’t be necessary to shout out either the fact that I’m actually at the con, or that I have a panel. But hey, I’M ACTUALLY AT THIS CON, and I’m both super excited and pants-wettingly terrified […]Read more "Fantasycon 2015 – Where on earth will I be?"
Within seconds my hair Drapes down flat, stuck to shirt Shirt stuck to skin Sucked to skin To goosebumps and cringing flesh Jeans dyed deeper grey Clammy I wear these for magic My ugly second skin Shoes soak, toes swim Amphibious extremities But I’m running most unfroglike Splashing crowns in my wake Kings and Queens Elementals All howling […]Read more "Poetic Interlude… Ten Minutes Under A Rainstorm"
A plume of white smoke Trails the steam train of your laugh Cold tipped lips Dyed purple Ravishing The sky winks and snaps Bluest eye Cut by the white drift Of complacent cloud We are differently indifferent You to cold I to time And we ride the day side by side Conspirators © Ren Warom […]Read more "Poetic Interlude… Conspirators"
Here it is, book two. The book set in the future. I waffled on for an AGE about this, and had to cut a tonne of my wafflings. Mainly stuff about Lowbeer, one of my fave characters, as that all got a bit spoilerific, but ugh I loved her, that ambiguous, wheeler-dealering, complex woman whose […]Read more "2015 Reading Challenge: Book Two: The Peripheral by William Gibson"
Don’t faint. I know it’s a little out of the ordinary to see a non-fiction post up in here. I did have this whole swathe of them planned, but what is it they say about our best plans? Sheesh. Anyhow, I have been saved from boring the tits off you all with constant serial fiction […]Read more "Blog Hop Thang…"
In the belly of darkness, Margo struggles along, searching. Rolf’s in here somewhere, heart and breath reduced to whispers, but still holding on, still waiting for her to find him, still waiting for his Moe. His agony rings in her like bells, resounding in the marrow of her. She wraps herself in it, taking as […]Read more "Umwelt: Darkness Flows Like A River Episode 41: In the Belly of Darkness"
So…*taps foot* Seems I’m doing what I promised, minus a day here and there where life frankly gets in the way of decent, brain functioning time to write, and I have elicited precisely zero sponsorship for Clarion West. Guess no one wants a flash fiction of their own, hmmm? I’m deeply disappointed in you all. […]Read more "Clarion West Write-a-Thon Update: Numero Tres"