From the Cutting Room Floor, Part 2

And here’s the rest of the scene posted yesterday. “He was a good friend for many years,” the Sural continued. “But I knew he might someday move against me. I knew he would blunder when he tried and be caught.” A good friend? Marianne shook her head; that...

From the Cutting Room Floor, Part 1

Here’s a scene that got cut and never made it back into the story. I’m posting half today and half tomorrow. “You recall the Detral, beloved?” the Sural said. “How could I possibly forget him? He put a poisoned arrow in you.” “Do you recall how easily he...

Tidbit Tuesday

Snippet Sunday got overlooked this week, so here’s a Tidbit Tuesday for you.             Last day of the summer festival. Marianne admired the … maypoles … lining the city square. No more new...

I’d Be Home

If I’d gone to my critique group this evening, I’d be back home again by now. They say when life hands you a lemon, make lemonade. Perhaps this evening, the lemon was my illness rearing its ugly head and leaving me unable to leave the house, the sugar was...

Snippet Sunday

            May pole, Marianne thought. It’s a may pole.             Apothecaries in yellow with blue ribbons danced and wove with indigo-robed scholars...

Literary Scatterbrain

Time was, I had a reading plan. Ha. Ha ha. Not anymore. Not since I got my first Kindle for Christmas 2011 (now I have three). Recently, for example, reading has gone something like this: Read all the Deadwood mysteries. Read the Mayhem in Mayfair books by Grace...

Dire Not Happening

I’ve been a little quiet lately. That’s because in the shower one morning recently, I discovered a lump. Since my mother died of breast cancer, I proceeded to completely freak out. After a week of diagnostic testing, my doctors have decided the lump is...

Snippet Sunday

            Vidar frowned at console. A human ship had made an abrupt change of course and was heading toward Tolar. He shook his head and tapped into their communications, then ran the long range sensor...

Women and the Bomb

The F-bomb, that is. I read a lot of romance novels. At a rough guess, I’d say I read at least 20 or 25 a month. The vast majority of them are written by women. The vast majority of those feature a female protagonist. The vast majority of those refrain from...