Taking some advice to heart, seeing myself

Ran across a quote on Chuck Wendig’s blog post that SCREAMED to me when I read it, because I hadn’t seen this aspect of myself crystallized and named before:-

It’s frustrating to be not-that-good because you feel like, this is what you want to do, and you need to justify that desire now by putting out top-shelf, high-octane writing.

This is SO me; I have a HARD time looking at stuff I wrote that’s rough notes or unpolished, first draft, etc. Because then if it’s not gem-polished jewel great, I’m shit or wasting my time. I can’t justify the effort if I’m not doing high octane stuff right off the bat.

Also; I’m finishing what I start.

Because you don’t get done, improve any other way.


Abyss & Apex’s 2nd Quarter 2014 issue puts us at Issue 50!

Abyss & Apex is at Issue 50!  2nd Quarter 2014

Our Lineup:-
EDITORIAL: Our 50th Edition by Wendy S. Delmater
“Structural Elements” by Debi Carroll
“Remember” by Leah Rhyne
“With a Paper Heart” by Thomas K. Carpenter
“Child of Moon and Sea” by Sherri Cook Woosley

“To See Sarah” by Jennifer Campbell-Hicks
“Daft Old Man” by Pam L. Wallace

Introduction to the April 2014 Poetry of Abyss & Apex
The Slow Gods by David Barber
“These fences” by Simon Perchik
Origins by Sylvia Ashby
A Brief Suspension of All History #32 and #33 by Darren C. Demaree
Life As a Starship Nav System by Noel Sloboda

Sorcerers in Space by Larry Hodges
Beyond the Tempest Gate by by Jeff Suwak
Fires of Man: Book 1 of the Psionic Earth Series by Dan Levinson

Teaser snippet

Remember Natasha from previous snippets? Well, she’s starting to rub shoulders with persons that make the main character of my novel get chills.

My breath hitched involuntarily in my throat; my fears for Natasha rose sharply. I was wary of their unabashed, obvious beauty. That did not come without a caveat in my sort of existence; there lay—and I was yet to determine what sort of—danger.

Back, and snippet time

It’s been a long time; far, too long, and to come back again, I have a snippet. A really short snippet this time.

The main character of my novel-in-progress is in a strange place, where haunts roam and don’t hide. She’s looking for someone she’s sworn to protect. She spies people, some good, some… bad. Some are baddies she’s tousled with before.


A goateed man walked past me with only a suit vest, tattoos on his bare arms and one hand, a do-rag with white trim, and eyes like pale glass. I wonder how he managed to get those eyes. I didn’t ask.


The twins were here. SkullScarf and BallBraids.

Quoth again

“The word “art” is something the West has never understood. Art is supposed to be a part of a community. Like, scholars are supposed to be a part of a community… Art is to decorate people’s houses, their skin, their clothes, to make them expand their minds, and it’s supposed to be right in the community, where they can have it when they want it… It’s supposed to be as essential as a grocery store… that’s the only way art can function naturally.”

— Amiri Baraka


I feel this.

“I have less time, less tolerance for bullshit, more interest in good taste, more confidence in my own judgement. The culture with which I surround myself is a reflection of my personality and the circumstances of my life, which is in part how it should be.”

— Nick Hornby