An apology to my daughter

November 9, 2016

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Today I have to explain to my daughter why an openly racist, sexist, serial-adulterer who peddles fear and hate won an election over an eminently qualified woman who while not perfect, has never actually committed a crime. Today I have to explain to my daughter why a man who routinely swindles his employees and steals […]

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Civics

November 8, 2016

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If you are legally allowed to vote in the United States and have not already, please do so. If you are not legally allowed to vote in the United States find an online poll and join the general madness. And if you you’ve looked through this blog and didn’t realize, I’m with Her. That is […]

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Nano-ing

November 2, 2016

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Joy. It’s November. And NANOWRIMO rises to loom over my Twitter feed once again. Last year was the first year I did anything worthwhile in Nano. I wrote a touch over 51000 words then kept going because it was the middle 51000 words. There were 25000 left. Then I edited. And edited. And edited. Now I’m […]

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More words I’ve already written

October 7, 2016

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They stood in a valley surrounded by olive trees.  Alvah sneezed.  He hated the damn things.  They always made his eyes water and his throat clog. “Did we have to do this here?” “I like the trees.  I always visit this valley when we travel here.  Also the spirits here are different.  Less tame.  They […]

Next Steps

October 5, 2016

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While I wait for the massive wave of form rejections I’m trying to decide what to work on next. Right now, at this point in space-time, I’m studying two hours a night for server certifications. I want into a role at work that will allow me to interact less with clients. Make me an engineer […]

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Newest query

September 29, 2016

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Argle bargle I hate writing these. It’s too much like writing a book report. Here’s the newest one. Anton Sidorov’s deaths don’t concern him. They just mean a new start as a new person. His adopted daughter Maria’s murder is another matter entirely. Maria’s death tears at barriers Anton and his past selves spent centuries […]

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Excerpt

September 2, 2016

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The Greysoul’s will, the Greysoul’s presence, fills the room.  In twenty-thousand years, he has never turned the full weight of what he is on someone.  He does now. Ajbars desperately throws attack after attack.  Anton deflects the first two with a wave of his hand.  The third he stops with a small act of will.  […]