Space Trash Blog
Heading into 2020, I realise that 2019 was a year full of changes, most of them astonishingly positive ones. I’m looking forwards to our coming orbit around our primary.
I’m honestly not certain which annoys me more some days: the traditional publishing industry, busily making noise about how they’re the gatekeepers of publishing, or the fortunately rare indie author stating loudly that just because they can’t edit and drew their cover art in MS Paint, it’s still, to nick a Pinocchio line, ‘a real book!’
Of witches, werewolves, and vampires, dare I say, I don’t have a firm favourite when it comes to reading (or movies). (Yes, all right, calm down, there’s still plenty of Hallowe’en left to find me and feed me to a wandering hungry spirit…)
The Gaia Collection is Claire’s hopeful dystopian trilogy, set 200 years in the future after much of the planet and the human race have been decimated during The Event, when the world went to war with high-energy radiation weapons.
Telepathy, empathy, kinesis, precognition – these are the so-called mainline Abilities recognised by the Independent Extra-Sensory Regulatory Organisation, due to the fact that their manifestation across multiple species is relatively consistent.
Neither heads nor tails – not heads nor tales, but sometimes neither head nor tail in the UK. Is Cicero responsible for this phrase, or does it tie back to the old tradition of flipping a coin if the braining gets too hard?
Life happened, and edits have been delayed on Rebels’ Bargain, book 5 in the Cortii series – but it is happening, and here’s a teaser from chapter 1, the mostly-edited version.
And what the hell do chrysalides, cusps, and changes have to do with one another, or indeed with writing that next book? Well, read on, it may get clearer. It may not.
A.I. got all the credit for coming up with a way to use humanity for electricity and heat, but the real species behind the idea of farming humanity for food and heat was much more familiar.
My intermittent interest in unearthing my likely infamous family history resurfaced again recently, leading to a cache of 1950s job ads from my father and the debunking of a family myth about Peruvian ancestry.
Evidence suggests that by comparison to my urban fantasy, my science-fiction series may be mainstream. No one is likely to be more surprised than I…
I’m a writer. The other day, I met someone who told me they used to be a writer until they realised it was time to grow up. It seemed very sad to me that someone would let their dreams be dictated by someone else.