And all I can say is “Wow!” And “Thank you, April Martinez!” Not only is it classy, with lovely colours, but April must have spent hours combing stock image sites looking for those models. The only way we would have gotten closer is if I had suddenly sprouted the ability to draw without tracing....
A little climbing on Glyn’s family tree. My editor claims she wants to be Gram when she grows up. “Hello, Glynnie. I see nothing’s changed here.” She rearranged the canisters on the counter and, while Glyn was putting them back in order by size, she reorganized his set of chef’s knives on their magnetic...
My bad. I’m on ‘sort of’ vacation and I forgot what day of the week it is. Today’s tickle comes somewhere around chapter 5 or 6, depending on what my subconscious decides.(Hey, we all know who’s running the show here, right?)Matt is John’s older-by-quite-a-bit half-brother. John is the guiltily-sneaking-into-the-house-after-being-out-all-night younger brother. Matt was waiting...
Sorry. I’ve been on the road all day. Eight hours of driving into the sun the whole time. I just walked in the door, had to put the red pony back in (since the little wench decided to go walkabout while we were out of province) and I have a migraine the size of...
A propos of nothing, this little section makes me laugh. I’m not going to tell you where it happens, though, ’cause I’m mean like that. This is your fault, isn’t it? He poked mentally at his wolf, who was as drunk as Levi, stretched out on its figurative back with its legs pointing shamelessly...
Sorry for the blackout this weekend. I woke up Saturday morning, turned on the computer and…nothing. The fan started, lights came on, but the screen was dead. Of course, the technicians don’t work on weekends, so it was yesterday before I got confirmation that the motherboard was fried, and today before I could get...
(Image taken from thegraphicsfairy.com) A little steampunk for your day. Gideon Lynch brought his zeppelin in to the mooring station indicated by the flagman’s spastic posturing on the walkway below him. Magdalene, as a former Union Air Force corvette, was small, perfect for fast...
It’s been a weird week, what with revisions and adding a whole heaping pile of word to Bite Me Tender. I can’t say I’ve gotten a whole lot of wordage done, which makes me cranky, which results in this: I think I got him in the eye, which is awesome, considering I haven’t shot...
I’m officially at 50% of my guesstimate on Furface. (Of course, we all know how accurate that probably is.) I thought I’d celebrate that with a few lines from chapter one, tentatively titled ‘Rattling Cages’. A little bit of Glyn being Glyn, for your entertainment. It’s Date Night: The waitress sat them at their...
Genna is a member of my critique group and a fantastic friend and beta reader. She’s just signed a contract with Musa Publishing for her first novel Second Skin. Second Skin is a thriller detective story with LGBT elements in it and a fun twist on the genre. In celebration of the contract, I...