The Creative Maelstrom of J. J. Griffing
I am happy to announce that my novella Pyre & Ice has launched on Amazon, in both Kindle and Paperback editions. This is a prequel to the short Under a Wayward Sun in Tuscany Bay Books' Planetary: Earth anthology. Walking on the surface of Saturn's moon. Current Terran Fleet guidelines require full-body cryosuits to be… Continue reading Pyre & Ice, now live!
This is the second post of the Ironsmithing set from the Unmitigated Pedantry blog: it's a week late because the original blogger split Pt. 4 into two sections. So without further ado, here are parts III, IVa, and IVb. https://acoup.blog/2020/10/02/collections-iron-how-did-they-make-it-part-iii-hammer-time/ https://acoup.blog/2020/10/09/collections-iron-how-did-they-make-it-part-iva-steel-yourself/ https://acoup.blog/2020/10/16/collections-iron-how-did-they-make-it-part-ivb-work-hardening-or-hardly-working/
In which the manosphere and GQ are both wrong.
"One of the most important things that an author should know in order to write good and even great stories, readers and future writers, is that evil in fact exists."
It isn't politically correct, but if true, these proposals will be validated for all male and female human characters, respectively, and resonate with the disproportionately human Reading Public.
H/T to Cane Caldo.
The familiar carol's paradigm downshifted like McQueen and floored it, and I realized what the shepherds saw that had them "sore afraid."
"Good reflexes," Hazard thought: "just the sort Sarge appreciated when the brain behind them could keep up."
He checked his Kruger in its holster. It felt good in his grip. 'No', he told himself. 'Not just yet. Not yet.'
A brilliant light threw their shadows against the far wall and vanished. The office and its contents were gone.
He was back on Geiger Seven and his right hand was cold—so cold like the night after Doublenight. Where was the Sarge?
