Superstitions. Myths. Urban Legends. Life is full of them. How did they come to be? Check out this Ted-Ed video from Stuart Vyse about where superstitions come from. https://youtu.be/quOdF1CAPXs As fiction writers how do we use these ideas to build credible superstitions, myths, etc into our narratives, especially since it is so ingrained in our … Continue reading Myth building and Superstitions
I'm hip-deep in the development of a trilogy, which is an undertaking itself. But combine with the fact that I have a problem finishing things and, well, you get it. I want to edit my first book, but am more enticed by the thought of working on the sequel... then the third. But without that … Continue reading I will finish this sen
"I'm not your enemy, Jack." "Then what the hell are you?" Jack asked Tindale. Tindale paused for a moment, then a subtle smile crept over his thin lips. "I'm gravity. I'm just here. No obstacle... at least not to you. No obstruction to your case. Just... a certainty."
See the previous re-writes of the Star Wars prequels here: Episode I "The Phantom Menace" Episode II "The Clone Wars" I hope you've enjoyed this perversion of the prequels. Wait. That sounds terrible. I mean, I've really just been scratching an itch I've had for a decade. Ok... that didn't sound good either. Confession … Continue reading Rob Re-Writes the Star Wars Prequels – Episode III
When last we left our intrepid re-write of the Star Wars prequels in Episode I, Anakin was older, Obi-Wan was his friend, Amidala wasn't robbing the cradle, and the Clone Wars were about to start. Episode I centered around Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Padme, which change Episode I from a weak ensemble piece (the OG) to … Continue reading Rob Re-Writes the Star Wars Prequels – Episode II
“Welcome to Work Precinct 308,” the robotic voice chimed from the self-driving car’s dashboard. The car stopped softly, the windows slowly transitioned from opaque to transparent, and Alan saw his new home for the foreseeable future. It was an old apartment complex, mostly concrete with soft edges, with blacked out windows and strong metal doors … Continue reading The Department for Mutated Persons – Chapter 2
The stone edifice was impeccably clean, white granite facing out at the black asphalt of an empty city street. The block was government zoned, and that meant police enforcement at every corner. Alan was uneasily standing across the road with a bag slung over his slouching left shoulder. His amber eyes stared up at the … Continue reading The Department for Mutated Persons – Chapter 1