This blog tracks a ten year epic of kick-starting a whole writing career, with spies and thrillers and now, vampires. I cover the creative process, stuff that blows up, history, philosophy, and theology. If you like any or all of the above, you'll like this one. We talk about comic books, movies, music, and writing. Usually, all at the same time.
The Hugo nominations are due today, but I'm sure that none of my readers need that reminder, right? Heh heh heh. Anyway, I presume that you've made the right nominations -- ie: you nominated the things you liked.
As for me? 66,472 words into the sequel to It was only on Stun! I'm in the home stretch on the first draft.
This is the point in which Sean Ryan meets a fan artist from online. She is of course based on no one in particular.
Heh heh heh.
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Sean surveyed the room, and
was happy to see that someone took his advice, creating a dais at
each end of the room. On one end of the room were all of the Puppies
– though he had to correct himself as far as Jesse James was
concerned, especially if he didn't care about the Hubbles. James was
not on the dais, but nearby, dining with his family. The two
teenagers looked more like adults, both girls dressed like young
women, and his wife, Barbara, Queen of all things Goth, was dressed
in solid black.
the dais, it was Rachel Hartley, Gary Castelo, Colonel Bradley, and
Omar Gunderson. Hmm.
Sean spotted Kovach off to the
right of the dais, as far into the corner as possible. There was his
wife, all red hair and martial artist's body.
Sean fingered his wedding
ring, and knew he should call Inna before the night was over.
He looked to the other end of
the dais, and the anti-Puppies. In the center sat the publishers of
Rot – Patty and Terri Smith-Smythe-Smits – and they both actually
looked like a man and a woman instead of two gender-neutral
mannequins. S. Tempest Teacup and NKVD sat side by side, on the left
of the Rot publishers, and Johnny Prada had the seat to their right.
frowned, noting two empty chairs next to Prada. I
can see one being empty, but two? No, there shouldn't even be one.
Friedman's chair – if he ever had one – would have been removed.
I wonder if Moshevsky had problems getting here. And where's Adler?
glanced at his watch. They're
both an hour late.
Sean tapped his ear buds.
“Someone go to the Hilton, I think that's where I stashed the
Puppy-kicker regiment. If we have any Stormtroopers there, I need two
to go to the room of Kendall Adler, of Rot publishing, and check on
Fred Moshevsky. They're on the top floor with the rest of the guests,
and that requires a special key to get to the floor, so talk to the
front desk before you go up. Just make sure they're are still alive.”
sir,” came the answer. “You have a good time at the banquet.”
Sean answered. “Who is this, by the way?”
Sean gave an amused scoff.
“Don't sir me, I work for a living. Let me know if something comes
up. I –”
Sean stopped. Limping into the
room was Fred Moshevsky, looking something like a dressed-up lab
assistant for Doctor Frankenstein. The hump over his right shoulder
seemed to be bothering him even more now.
the lookout for Moshevsky,” Sean told Lambert. “He just dragged
his sorry ass in here.”
Lambert said. “Signing off.”
Sean frowned, studying the
rest of the room. Moshevsky limped over to his correct area, then
hopped onto the dais before taking his seat.
raised a brow. I'm
trying to figure out if he's got new orthopedics in his shoes, or has
better mobility in some areas than others.
He looked over the rest of the
hall. It was relatively calm. He was almost surprised. But then, the
room seemed entirely divided into political ideologies. The fun
wouldn't start until there was interaction between the two groups.
Then I have to break out my
me sir?” came a gentle, lilting voice next to him.
Sean turned. At his shoulder,
there was a tiny slip of a woman. She was Asian, with a broad,
smiling face. Her deep brown hair was combed back on her right side,
and covered her left, going diagonally past her eye. Her glasses were
wire-framed, and she had cute, dangly earrings. She wore an outfit
too long to be considered a little black dress. Sean was grateful he
didn't turn around too fast. She looked like if he had collided with
her, he would have broken her. She wasn't even five-feet tall, and a
size two, at best.
I ask if you are Mister Ryan?” she continued.
Sean turned on his smile, and
tried hard to maintain it. He didn't want to be distracted, but
playing nice was required. “Yes I am. And you are?”
am Cryomancer,” she said, the lyrical nature of her voice made the
last vowel turn up, almost as though she was asking a question. “Part
of the Puppies?”
Sean gave a slight bow at the waste. “Yes, I had heard of you. I
hope you are enjoying your stay at WyvernCon?”
Cryomancer beamed. “Oh, yes,
I am. Greatly. I also appreciate your security arrangements for me.
The Stormtroopers who have been with me all day have been most
Sean nodded, spotting the two
guards standing back a ways. It was odd seeing the two guards with a
woman who was dressed in a costume that was either Japanese school
girl, or Donald Duck's sailor outfit, he couldn't tell. “Good. I
didn't want anything should happen to you. Especially since you're
the only person here who has a potential direct threat against them.”
Cryomancer nodded a little. “I
know. But I cannot imagine Crabs showing up, can you?”
He blinked. “Wait, who?”
he said slowly. “Is that his actual nickname?”
has many internet handles, most of which have been banned from
commenting at most websights,” Cryomancer explained. “But most of
us believe that Crabs suits him best.”
imagine,” Sean said wryly. “How damaged do you think he is?”
she said simply.
the only one you have anything to worry about?”
if we have terrorists here,” she said. “Islamofascists do no like
Sean cocked his head. “Excuse
She smiled brightly. “Read
my SWATting. It did not quite happen like that, but I live on a
should be interesting.
“I'll read it right away.”
you.” She gave him a quick hug, and darted away.
frowned, confused, then pulled out his phone, and called up Matt
Kovach's A Pius Geek blog, and looked for Tearful
Puppies Bite Back.