Well, we have a quorum. Over half my Betas of Bluest Moon are back. I held myself to not looking at them until May, but now I have to follow through on the other half of that promise. I’ll be heads-down into this edit for the better part of this month with queries going out…
“So, you’re old old? Like vampire old?”
It’s been a while since I regularly posted here. I kept the site alive just in case I sold a story or three, but otherwise I’ve been content to troll around various Discord servers of great community. Interestingly, I’ve found that the recent implosion of the site formerly known as Twitter has brought a feel…
The stars greeted him. The crisp desert air gave a clear view of the night, as planes blinked by a sliver of moonlight. Four planes blinked, flying in an orderly row. First four, then five, and six. One by one, more blinking lights joined until the whole sky flickered in a wave from east to west, the stars going out and coming back ten or more times before Gary shut his eyes tight, took a deep inhale, and opened again.
Nothing but night. No stars. No planes. Darkness.
As you may guess, I wasn’t the random recipient of an inheritance wherein I had to publish To Timothy. Now, I’m not discounting the possibility that an interdimensional being planted the words in my head, along with instructions to publish them. You never know with those things. Those Old Ones are tricky. Man have I…
