When I was writing “Frozen Out in Cin City” for my Patreon, I decided that there was in fact a novel in there. So I guess I should write one, huh? Fortunately, this time I actually know what the damned plot is before I write start it, so the whole thing should go more easily. Should be fun!
…Sayeth he, sardonically.
Moe Lane
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“The Weather Outside” can be seen as part of the ‘What if Earth was a Death World?’ meme that has been around on the Internet lately. Although it’s a bit supernatural for that. Then again, what exactly does the rest of the Galaxy think is supernatural?
For that matter, what exactly does the rest of the Galaxy think about, well, anything? Maybe that’s the answer to the Fermi Paradox. The snow got ’em.
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There’s a bigger world in “Second Chances,” but I don’t know how to plot out something in it. I know the characters, but I can’t quite decide what to do with them. Which is a shame, really.
I have broken glasses because I took them off to pill my cat, and then I promptly stepped on said glasses (I also didn’t get the cat pilled). I can afford new glasses, mind you. This isn’t an appeal to poverty, because I’m not poor. I’m just in a really, really grr-arrgh mood right now, that’s all.
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Moe Lane
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Ah, yes, her. Not exactly a supermarket-opener, this particular sprig of the Windsors. Let’s just say that the United Kingdom in “From The Bold Marauder – Motivations” had itself an extremely lively time of it during the alien invasion that precedes this particular work-in-progress. Many things were clarified, and more than a few assumptions were challenged.
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Only a dollar a month! I’m practically giving this away. I mean, I could have cut Frozen Out In Cin City out short at only 3K words and fulfilled my obligations, and it went to 5K because the story required it. The latest installment of Shoppers for the Ghoul-Lords could have also been hacked back, but I didn’t, because I respect my patrons. And if you sign up for my Patreon, then I’ll show you that same respect.
The idea behind “Ecclesiastical Reorganization” has been extensively expanded here. Let me just say here that reorganizations can be really awkward. Particularly when not everybody gets the memo.
“I Work For A Living” implies something that I’ve long believed: if time travel is possible, then time travelers would avoid this era like the plague. I mean, we have the concept — which means the risk that one of us primitive savages would put two and two together and get “this arrogant jackwagon is from AD 2500” is just far too high. And they’d be arrogant, insufferable, condescending jackwagons, too. Imagine how we’d react to visiting Elizabethan London. We’d all need special training just to avoid vomiting at the smell.
If I had had just six more words, “Galactic Empires” would have had the the sentence “You’re living in a recreational vehicle” in it. Not “trailer park,” mind you. I’ve lived in trailer parks, and the people who live there would never tolerate the kind of nonsense that the alien routinely gets up to.
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