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Gifts from the Natives.

Aside from a small, immobile golem, the front of my monitor contains the following items: Busted lei with shells Artificial daisy, yellow Seven apple seeds Eight purple plastic gems One turquoise plastic gem One polished piece of quartz One small clear plastic gem Artificial rose, purple All in all, it looks like an altar to […]

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Recipe: Rethinking Pizza

At my parents’ house, we used to make homemade pizza every Saturday night. (This was before Uncle Howard died of a heart attack in his forties and Dad’s cholesterol was afterwards discovered to be terrifyingly high.) My mom does most of the cooking, but (like grilling in most households), pizza is Dad’s domain. If I’m

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Iron Road: Rah Rah Rah!

I’m less than 200 words from 50K and about halfway done. This is tempered by the rejection e-mail I got yesterday. Stupid, ill-timed rejection letters. “All right, folks,” Gil said. “Let’s start unloading this stuff!” Cochran went back into the ship. When Nancy came out with an armload of big hinges, she saw him sitting

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Iron Road: Define Crap

The zeppelin was stuffed with parts. “What is all this crap?” she asked Gil. “Parts,” he said. Passing Cochran in the hallway: “What is all this crap?” “Crap,” he said. “F—ing dead weight. I thought you were bad.” “Better watch it,” she said. “That was almost nice.” “F— you,” he hissed and disappeared behind the

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Writerly Ponder.

Yes, Virginia. Pound your head on the wall hard enough, for long enough, and you will have character development. But not too much at one time; that’s not believable. Update: Damn it, the terracotta warriors weren’t found until 1974, so I can’t use them. AAAAUUUUGGGHH! Semi-historical fiction pinches in strange places.

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