Untethered – Prologue…sort of What this little brain fart is, or at least was, about when I started writing this morning is kind of off the leash, and that started when it dawned on me that I’m slowly building a readership…by finding two new reviews this morning about Dreamscape that sadly track with a dose […]
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Dive into a four-novel series of thrilling sci-fi suspense, mystery, and plot twists that promote not putting the books down.
This is the kind of review that keeps the creative juices flowing. Thank you goes to the person who shared these words of encouragement!
“Dreamscape Conspiracy” is starting to roll. The free download is not available any longer, but the eBook is only $3.99. Please enjoy the first book and you will see why there are three more books to finish telling a fast moving story!
Cart before the horse? Being behind a horse pulling me in a cart might be best practice, but find for me whoever set the standard that had ever ridden in a cart behind a horse. I’ll wait…
The gloves came off…but it was a challenge from the jump. I managed to bob and weave against the ropes and never took a direct shot from the sauce or the burrito.
Not sure how this is going to go. I have concerns that there is more to my feeling that AIMEE and my Muse are closer than I might want to think.
That was yesterday, yet here we are again, and She’s flirting with another idea for Book Five about sourcing an organic-like humanoid vehicle for AIMEE. Her eyes say She’s flirting with an idea, but I’d call it more like stalking an idea.
I noticed I was not in jail yet when I came up for air a few minutes ago. My relentless Muse, who remains just out of reach, has me under house arrest as book 5 of the Dreamscape Conspiracy gets underway. After several days of haggling and editing what had previously been edited several times previously…continuously it seems I’m pleased to share the draft of the first chapter – New Rules.
She seems so much taller, and I so much weaker…when she’s ten feet tall…like Alice.
Shit…I AM down another rabbit hole. She’s not real. She’s in my head. Another left turn to procrastinate, not getting to the story I am supposed to be writing, and this shit pops into my head… recalculating…