All about stories
As usual for this time of year, there is a lot of discussion about changing the date for Australia Day. There are many reasons for doing so (which I won’t entertain here), but no clear alternative date. Here is a sketch I recently posted to Mastodon about the issues of choosing 9th May as Australia Day.
I did not know Terry Bisson. If fact, I barely recognised his name when I saw John Scalzi’s post about his passing. On a whim, I did a little research. I’m glad I did. I may not have remembered his name, but I loved his work.
I have published a short story called Preludes. It’s about a Prince of Amber who is pursued by a devilish mist and must convince a knight to help him so they can both escape.
Of course I was distrustful.
Even moreso once I actually saw the place.
I checked the message, written on a slip of grimy paper. The purple ink smudged. The address was right. Yet all I saw was an alley beside an old bombed-out department store.
I am happy. The street is clean and damp. I wait for my succulent loaf of bread, and my 453.6 grams of wholesome milk. The queue is not long. The people are cheerful and consistent.
Oh no!
“How am I supposed to defeat even one giant let alone an entire empire?” En fretted.
“You must out-think them,” Kobanongar the hunchback, told him.
“Even If I had the heads of the six smartest people, in my father’s kingdom, a single giant would be smarter.”
I am happy. The economic bus is clean and quiet. I am going to work at my government appointed employment. My spirit is filled with incentive and inspiration. All my fellow bus riders are happy. Their spirits are filled with vigour and stimulus.
Oh no!
It’s been just over two weeks since I finished Ursula Le Guin’s, The Left Hand of Darkness. I wanted to pen my thoughts on the matter. I’ll try to keep spoilers to a minimum. Although the novel is fifty plus years old, it managed to pass unheeded by me until now.
So, recently I coded up my first WordPress plugin. Nothing majorly impressive, but it did suddenly place me in some very rarified company, and that was a little intimidating. I’ve recently joined Mastodon. No I haven’t left Twitter, but my engagement there is minimal (and has been for almost a...
Tæsca is Old Murgaen for place of many shadows. Orginally referred to the range of forested hills to the east of Milardus, The name may have had older origins prior to the arrival of the Davan People, perhaps dating from the Onna language.