The Dangers of Creation; or, A Machine to Rival Man by Siri Paulson
Engine Dreamer by Siri Paulson
Gears in space--what could be better?
I finished the major edit of my new novel Friday night. (Honesty compels me to admit it was actually Saturday morning before I sent it off, midnight having come and gone.) I re-wrote a short story introducing the main characters over the weekend, for posting March 1st. Then last night I caught up on all the homework I hadn't been getting done through the last frantic week of the edit.
Tonight I'm...not bored, exactly. I have plenty of things needing doing, and I'm working on them. I guess “restless” would be the word. There's a reason that writers write, you see. It's fun. It's intense. It's addictive.
To The Waters and the Wild
by Kit Campbell
On some level, she was aware of how cliché it all was – the family and friends all dressed in black, the solemn preacher saying the same thing he always did, pretending it applied to the deceased more than it had the last hundred souls. And the rain – a true downpour, clacking on somber umbrellas and mixing with tears.
It clattered on the lid of the coffin, a dull, hollow noise. Fitting, as it was empty, all for show. There was no body.
Water had taken her brother, and now water welcomed him home.
Let's be frank, friends. Society, as a whole, is kind of immature. Sometimes this is annoying. Sometimes this is brilliant.
But this tendency has given us some fun word games to play, some of which can be used with book titles. And we here at Turtleduck Press like books.