Another story was conceived today, thanks to thumb-sucking, Playmobil, and all boys’ desire to take apart again immediately whatever they build. Our two boys are fascinated by the Playmobil Fairies series of products, and have this weekend achieved toy bliss through acquiring two mounted fairy figures, one on a spotted purple horse, the other on a…

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… Or how stories sometimes appear out of the fog. Sitting in the hot tub, steam rising around me, I looked up and noticed a great rent in the plaster above my head. Consciously, I made a mental note to jot one more item down on our extensive home improvement To Do List Subconsciously, however,…

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Or… why writing is like using a muscle.* Our youngest, though approaching two years of age, still believes in at least one, preferable two bottles a night. (Bear with me for a moment. This really is a post about writing.**) Three, if he can get them. Add teething to the mix and our nights are…

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And suddenly there were the first 1,000 words of a new story, inspired by the mysteries surrounding one George Hayes. His name first turned up last year, on our map of the Azores Islands, marking a spot on the shore of a crater lake on the island of Sao Miguel. Oddly enough, no one on…

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I have plot! Some years ago, I acquired a cubic yard of 40s, 50s, 60s and 70s science fiction paperbacks, about 600 volumes in total. Last week I finally got around to digging into this collection. After reading two Haldemans (‘Mindbridge’ and ‘The Forever War’), I came across the excellent ‘Epoch’ anthology (edited by Roger…

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A writer’s curse is his inability to be a fair judge of his own work. Either that, or my just-submitted story for the Halloween Contest of my Codex Writers Group really sucks as badly as I fear. To quote one of the characters: “Lame, lame, lame, lame, lame.” But at least I worked in all…

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