What am I going to do now? Now that the Dark is gone, I don't have any idea what I will do.
I always thought that I would go to a School, Innail or Lirigon maybe, and become a real Bard.
But now that I am faced with the choice, I find I have no idea what to do.
~ Maerad of Pellinor
As I was telling Hobbit, Escapepod.org apparently reads the nominees for the short fiction Hugo Awards every year. So, if you are interested in hearing the stories read, visit the site.
So far I have listened to Mike Resnik's "Article of Faith", Ted Chaing's "Exhalation", and Kij Johnson's "26 Monkeys, Also the abyss". All three stories have been great so far with "Article of Faith" standing out for me because it not only deals with how humans
I have just had a new science fiction novel published, The Moirae Effect. You can learn more about it at http://TheMoiraeEffect.com.
Following his near death in 1995, Detective Jack Reardon awakens eighty years in the future. He has been retrieved by the Duncan Institute, a group that uses time travel to bring together great minds from the past to serve humanity. Albert Einstein, John F. Kennedy, Marie Curie and Benjamin Franklin are only a few of the individuals that call the Duncan
After my recent post on libraries, came across this one on the Internet today:
A pensioner has complained to her local Gloucestershire library after it started streaming pop music over its PA system.
76-year-old Doraine Potts, a retired Oxford University languages lecturer, complained to staff after hearing the Sugababes playing during a visit to the facility.
"I was trying to choose a book in my local library but I just couldn't concentrate. That's
Que imagem é esta de mulher que me persegue,
vinho suave que - eu sequioso - me embriaga,
que teima em existir por mais que eu negue,
me abraça, me incendeia e logo se apaga?
Ave branca que atravessa meu caminho
e cruel, com seus beijos me amordaça,
me faz enlouquecer com seus carinhos,
depois me abandona esvoaça...
Devo partir hoje,
o mais tardar amanhã.
E não quero que me vejas hoje,
para não guardares de mim uma saudade triste,
uma saudade recente,
pois agora estou assim, triste,
por saber que hoje, o mais tardar
(para Rosangela de Fátima)
a menudo pensando en ti
y veo a su perfecta forma de mujer,
al día retocar los labios de terciopelo,
a la noche escurrise por los cabellos de seda.
Si estás lejos de mí,
el día se convierte
en las delicias de la fruta que aprecio,
en el agua
Habida cuenta de los años son las manos
y van tejiendo lentamente
un manto de décadas
acerca de nosotros.
El tiempo es un tejedor
I am the site manager for onsuchthings.com, an inspirational site of hope. If you would like to submit a story based on this subject, other writers and authors may comment. I for one, will comment. You may also see how many hits are coming to your articles. You would be able to reply to a comment. Practice is always the best form of advancement, and writing is no different. This site may help your writing skills, as writing non fiction for the past 2 years has helped mine. We all should have at
I was in Maerad's room when suddenly a bard came and said that they needed my help in the kitchens. With a sigh, and with a regret that I will leave Maerad alone, I left the room. But luckily, I stumbled on Cadvan, I told him to take care of Maerad in her room while I'm gone.
But something happened while I'm in the kitchens. Cadvan unexpectedly came flying into the kitchen pale-faced as if a dozen wights were chasing him! I thought there was a fire! but to my relief, there was none.
Updated April 24th, 2009 at 06:23 PM by Maerad(",)
... will be busy for a while as the Voter packages have arrived.
Well done, the Happy, Shiny 2009 Hugo Voter Packet Elves.... I now have 178 MB of stuff to read, before I vote.
That's novels, novellas, novelettes, short stories, related books, prozines fanzines, artists, writers, new writers...* wonderful stuff.
(*but, it must be said, not all the nominees.)
Still, should keep me busy before I make my choices.
I think the idea of
Updated April 20th, 2009 at 04:45 PM by Hobbit
I just finished "The Gods Themselves" by Isaac Asimov. What a great book! I was hooked immediately and ended up reading the book in one day, which is a mean feat for me these days.
There are lots of parallels to ideas I have expressed in this blog, which is amazing given the story was written in 1972. The aliens were fascinating and I was disappointed that he did not return to them as the finale. All in all though, I really enjoyed this book.
Seeing Nelac again brought me indescribable peace...and since he healed me the night we arrived, it has felt as if a heavy burden has been lifted from my weary shoulders.
I am greatly worried about the Council, however. I would hate to see Maerad have her hopes dashed after so much toil and hardship on her part. Saliman will be there, though, and he is a skilled diplomat. I, however, detest politics and I doubt I'll be much help in convincing Enkir to allow Maerad to become my sole
Despite being in the midst of a great war, I recieved a rather uncanny letter today by way of Lord Karagan. It read thus:
I can quite confidently state you've
got more talent than Stephanie Meyer. 'Tis true, and as crap as she is, that's
more than a large proportion of FFnet can say.
As for hunting for good things to say about the fic: I can't say I like
fantasy novels of the generic sub-Tolkien kind, and I can't say I like
As Easter draws to a close, the Awards results seem to come out of the woodwork.
So, without further ado:
This year’s Philip K Dick Award was a tie. The winners are:
Terminal Mind, David Walton (Meadowhawk Books)
Emissaries for the Dead, Adam-Troy Castro (Eos)
Next, the BSFA:
Best Novel: The Night Sessions, Ken MacLeod;
Best Short Fiction: Exhalation, Ted Chiang (Eclipse Two);
Best Non-Fiction: Rhetorics of Fantasy
Updated April 13th, 2009 at 06:14 AM by Hobbit