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How to “Win” Your Writing Goals in 2018

One of my 2018 writing goals:

“Fail as much as possible.”

I want to fail at more writing projects. I want to get more rejections letters. I want to finish books, and have them completely bomb.

In order to do that… I’ll have to write more. Lots more. I’m talking mountains of paper and 1,000,000+ words that nobody will ever read.

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Best Science Fiction Books of 2017

The 9 Best Science Fiction Books of 2017

Love Science Fiction?

I’ve got some great books for you that you might’ve missed in 2017.

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Note: I have not read all of these. This is part “Amazing sci-fi novels I read in 2017” and part “2018 reading list.”

Here’s 9 fascinating science fiction books that came out in 2017:

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Dr. Seuss’ Alien Invasion | Short Fiction (Under 500 Words)

 

In a green, green meadow by the white, stark tundra, stood a bright, young girl beneath a spaceship’s dark umbra.

With her mouth in the shape of a big, empty “O,” she watched the ship rattle and sway, lights all aglow.

Not long did she stare, before the ship began to break. It crashed to the Earth with a ground-shaking quake

She rushed forward – so filled with desire – to discover who it was; “Who owned the crashed flyer?”

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Forlorn girl

How Can We Sing? (300 Word Fiction)

In such a strange land, they found themselves surrounded by nothing familiar. There was the sun, but it was wrong, and the mountains, those were wrong also.

Here, they could not hear The Song, and so they could not sing. Muhlirim knew they would die.

“But all must die, Muhlirim.”

“Yes, yes,” agreed the others, nodding in unison, with their bodies slumped on an unfamiliar hill under the wrong sun.

Muhlirim thought, bending his ear to one side, still half-listening for the song of familiar stars, though he knew he would not hear it. Not here, not so far away from home.

“All must die,” Muhlirim said, “But until we do, we must try to live. Do any of you want to die?”

“No, no,” again, in unison, the lost people spoke, their voices tired and empty and without a hint of music. Monotone.

“Muhlirim, how can we sing?” One of them asked, and nobody answered.

A wind howled over the unfamiliar hill, and they all shivered and their teeth chattered. Some animal that they could not see loosed a desperate cry, once, twice, and then no more.

A girl began to cry, and her father tried to comfort her, but her father, too, was overcome with grief, and he cried with her. One by one, Muhlirim’s people were overcome with grief, until the whole hill was filled with the discord of voices, mourning themselves.

“How can we sing, how can we sing,” Muhlirim asked himself, over and over, while his people withered under the wrong sun. He mumbled and muttered until all of his words became one, but not a true word, only a vibration.

A moan, in which he put all of his aching and yearning and determination, until it became something else. Until it became more than a cry. Until it was louder than the voices of all his people.

Until they all sang with him.

The End.

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A Light in the Dark

The Outward Path (Short Story – 5000 Words)

Now available in all ebook formats, free of charge. Download here from Smashwords or purchase from Amazon (I’m still waiting on Amazon to discover that it’s free on Smashwords, so for the moment, it’s only free on Smashwords. I’ll update this when it’s changed).

Captain Sanesh lowered his head, clasped his hands together, and tried to remember the last time he’d seen any captain sit, cross-legged, on the cold, metal floor. His knees were a respectful distance from the bodybag. Martin had placed strips of fabric around the room, and each was painted with symbols that Sanesh had seen tattooed on Martin’s skin, and printed in Martin’s books. Tall, black sticks ringed the bodybag, like miniature obelisks, exhaling smoke toward the ceiling. A tingling sensation played under his skin.

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Too Many Names? A Tip for Cleaning Up Your Writing

“The Word of Wigaldir calls you!”

“Eternal life in Enga’s arms.”

“Fear not, sinners. Lether the Blessed will bring us to salvation!”

Like the mating calls of jungle birds, voices sailed over our heads, clamoring for our attention. Bristling with energy and humid with sweat, a forest of limbs and bodies slowed our passage through the bazaar. My guide, a woman half-hidden under a shawl, kept one hand tightly wrapped around my wrist as she pulled me through the Tangle. Bodies pressed in around us.

“What does any of this have to do with my stories?” I shouted over the din of people and prophets.

A girl with golden coins covering her eyes singled me out in the Tangle, writhing as she spoke,  “Come, and worship at the altar of Satina with me. The sensual tongue-”

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