I've now written one and 3/4 books.
Reader — they were terrible.
So, I'm going to write a third. And then a fourth, and a fifth. Until I create something worth reading.
And when I do, I'll let you know.
But in the meantime — writing is hard.
Please send rescue dogs and brandy.
Picture by Evan-Amos - Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=18300824
^^ This is the first computer I learned to program on.
This bad boy * taps roof * can hold 1,024 bytes.
A FULL 1k of memory. And a tape drive to load and save it on.
In case you missed it:
It's a short story (~ 2,500 words) about life in an upload society - where humans are digitally encoded and live within a computer.
This was originally written for Lightspeed magazine. I missed the deadline (they only accept sci-fi entries once, annually) and now have 10 months or so to write another, so thought I'd share this one for your general reading pleasure (and hopefully, a little feedback), instead.
Not every land dispute ends up in brutal war.
Hans Island is 0.5 miles square and sits right on the Canadian/Greenland borderline.
Both Canada and Denmark claim it as their own.
Every so often, the Canadian and Danish send soldiers there, to take down the other country's flag.
And to leave a bottle of Canadian Whiskey or Danish Schnapps there, for the other country's soldiers.
The warning signs were crystal clear. We just chose to ignore them.
No-one had thought it was real, until it was.
Patient zero was Catherine Zegal. She arrived at the Birshof Clinic in Basel, complaining of extreme abdominal pain. An MRI soon revealed that her bones were being burnt from the inside out.
She was dead within three hours. Her skeleton continued to disintegrate for two more, before it was entirely consumed. The second recorded victim was the Ambulance driver who'd delivered her t
At 2am, as we finish the Barefoot Moscato and the rose scented candles burn low -- that's when our demons come.
From the outside, no-one would ever know.
But on the inside, we are both falling at a thousand miles an hour, completely out of control.
We watch as the world speeds past us; blurred faces, destinations unknown.
We worry as those falling near us drift further away.
And we are scared of falling alone.
We both look instinctively for someone to cling to; someone who will share our