For those of you who have been following me for a while you will remember that I started out my internet presence with a podcast called GreatHites. This was a short fiction podcast, where I provided prompts and some how managed to talk other writers into writing, recording and sharing those stories with me.
I am sorry Jenny, you had a very promising future here, but in the past month you seem to have been having trouble keeping your mind on your work. We can’t have that. As I said we are going to have to let you go. Please clean out your desk and leave before the end of business today.
When you sign up for the rescue corps you do if for a reason. You do it because you, have a drive to help people. You do it because you have a need to see new places.
The writing prompt for this one was, Give ten good reasons you should not write your life story. And got the first story from another author (text only for that story.)
This was originally posted Jun 10th 2008 Download and listen to the Audio version of Last Thursday and when you do, hear the promo for Variant Frequencies This prompt Comes […]
“Carol, you have got to come see this.” I said staring at the screen in disbelief. I had been on this site for over an hour, and was still in shock about the whole thing.
“Did you find us a vacation rental?” She asked as she came in the room still in her bathrobe.
As a fiction writer, I think this important to keep in mind as we name our organizations, and groups, locations and star ships. Those names is determine how our readers perceive them.
This was Originally posted May 21 2008 This prompt comes from Mur Laferty’s “News From Poughkeepsie” series. http://murverse.com/2008/05/10/the-news-from-poughkeepsie-day-19/ Old Kelly had been in prison for so long that she didn’t […]
I read and listen to a lot of indie authors every year. Some years I am totally blown away by what I find. So here are 5 books for this year, That I hope to be blown away by.
He pinned the child’s arms to the floor with one hand and with the other produced a blue plastic item that looked like a small very short turkey baster, from his pocket.
“Brown works for me,” The voice behind him said. The plate fell to the floor and shattered as the spirit pushed his way through Jacob.