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The rain has returned...
To Oklahoma. Another low pressure system has us with a high chance of rain for the rest of the week, but it's brought down the heat a bit and lowered the stress on our leaf-shedding river birch. How that thing still has leaves to shed, I don't know, because as soon as it hit 90 degrees, the tree started stripping. It's sort of like the dance of the seven veils leaves out in the front yard.
Got the FD of a story posted on Baen's and have another one almost ready to go. I'm sort of wondfering if they'll flinch if I post two or three different things at once. I hope it's not considered bar abuse. (If someone knows Bar Ettiquette better than I do, clue me in)
Working on a story today, finish the first draft, then I'll tackle a third. Mght even outline that elusive May story (another SF, which seems to take forever for me). I got to thinking about it due to the info about the Mundane Issue of Interzone mentioned by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
johnjosephadams. Here
Can't have FTL travel or communications, aliens, time travel, parallel universes, immortality or telepathy. Well, that's pretty easy for me. I'm just not going to be able to stay under the 5K word limit with the story idea I have.
So, here's what I've got:
Losing a math co-processor was an annoyance, but losing a heart regulator was a different thing altogether. Detective William Greene gazed down at the body lying on the polished marble of the landing, trying to decide whether he felt sorry for the guy or not.
The suit had to be hand-tailored. The gray wool had a glossy sheen, a recent Italian style imported in the newest fashion shopping vids. The victim's dark hair showed gray at the temples. An affectation, most likely to lend him an air of dignity. His body looked too fit to be natural, the kind of fitness only the truly wealthy could afford--metabolism regulator chips, continual isometric toning programs, possibly even DNA nano-alterations. A man like that didn't have gray in his hair unless he wanted to.
Greene decided he had to feel sorry for the vic anyway. Too much in common, despite all the things they didn't have in common. If an EM blast hit him, Greene knew, he'd still be in a bad way.
The Purists probably hadn't even been aiming for this man.
Got the FD of a story posted on Baen's and have another one almost ready to go. I'm sort of wondfering if they'll flinch if I post two or three different things at once. I hope it's not considered bar abuse. (If someone knows Bar Ettiquette better than I do, clue me in)
Working on a story today, finish the first draft, then I'll tackle a third. Mght even outline that elusive May story (another SF, which seems to take forever for me). I got to thinking about it due to the info about the Mundane Issue of Interzone mentioned by
johnjosephadams. HereCan't have FTL travel or communications, aliens, time travel, parallel universes, immortality or telepathy. Well, that's pretty easy for me. I'm just not going to be able to stay under the 5K word limit with the story idea I have.
So, here's what I've got:
Losing a math co-processor was an annoyance, but losing a heart regulator was a different thing altogether. Detective William Greene gazed down at the body lying on the polished marble of the landing, trying to decide whether he felt sorry for the guy or not.
The suit had to be hand-tailored. The gray wool had a glossy sheen, a recent Italian style imported in the newest fashion shopping vids. The victim's dark hair showed gray at the temples. An affectation, most likely to lend him an air of dignity. His body looked too fit to be natural, the kind of fitness only the truly wealthy could afford--metabolism regulator chips, continual isometric toning programs, possibly even DNA nano-alterations. A man like that didn't have gray in his hair unless he wanted to.
Greene decided he had to feel sorry for the vic anyway. Too much in common, despite all the things they didn't have in common. If an EM blast hit him, Greene knew, he'd still be in a bad way.
The Purists probably hadn't even been aiming for this man.