Horeb's Shadow

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Although I'm not sure it's still widely celebrated, today is International Pixel-Stained Technopeasant Day. As a Pixel-Stained Technopeasant, I would like to offer up this fragment for your potential, theoretical enjoyment.

This was my NaNoWriMo project from... 2014, I think. I didn't make the 50K mark (obviously! It's a little over 11K) but I liked the setup enough to think I might do something with it someday.

I still like the setup, and I still might do something with it someday.

Another Personal Update on the Ongoing War Against Entropy

Submitted by C B Wright on

Good news! I no longer have to drive 176 miles round-trip when I commute. Last weekend I moved into our new apartment in glorious Phenix City, Alabama, just 13 minutes away from where I work in Columbus, Georgia.

Bad news! We're not quite moved in yet. I'm essentially camping out in the apartment because none of our big furniture (including things like, oh, beds) are there yet. It's still better than driving 176 miles a day.

Good news! This weekend we're renting a U-Haul and moving all the big furniture!

Bad news! This weekend we're renting a U-Haul and moving all the big furniture!

Help Desk Turns 20

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In 1993 I’d just graduated college and I decided I wanted to do two things: play punk rock music and publish a radical political newspaper or magazine. To do the first I needed a band; to do the second, I needed a printing press.

I had no idea how to actually put a band together. Putting a band together required people skills—while I’m not exactly a recluse, I’m not good at forging alliances. I’d done some solo recording in the past and hoped that would entice like-minded musicians to sort of drift my way, and then Step Three, and then Profit.

That never happened.

A Rake by Starlight - Chapter 18

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WHEREIN Our Hero Must Wrestle With Offers, Refusals, and the Inherent Tensions Between Them

“So,” Grif said, leaving the noisy din of Dyorbid’s behind him as he stepped out onto the walkway, “I think that went rather well.”

Amys fell into step beside him, saying nothing. Cyrus, Ktk, and Morgan followed, Morgan trailing behind as he watched Ktk and Cyrus argue over the merits of the latest Tachyon Induction Drive from Tylaris Drive Mechanics, the ATID 515. Ktk was saying it didn’t see the point in releasing a newer drive that was larger than the previous three models when the primary selling point for the 500 and 510 was size and weight reduction.

Grif glanced at Amys and raised an eyebrow. “You’re quiet.”

Amys shrugged.

“Right…” Grif shook his head and sighed. “Well, I still think it went rather well.”

A Rake by Starlight - Chapter 17

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WHEREIN Loyalties are Questioned, and Deception is Practiced with Depressing Regularity

Baron Minerva Tyrelos fumed beneath her respirator mask as she began the long trek back to her palace. It was ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. If Vindh was telling the truth, then somehow he’d managed to stumble onto one of the most explosive secrets in Trade Baron space… by accident. A small-time smuggler had just managed to find one of the most powerful gamepieces that could end—or escalate—one of the most dangerous conflicts to visit the region in a century or more. If it was true, it would be trouble. The people who murdered Mogra Tylaris wouldn’t be willing to sit back and let Mogra’s brain be dumped into a clone. They would take steps to see that it didn’t happen… and while she believed the Alliance wouldn’t do anything overt, she was absolutely certain that something covert would be coming in due time.

But the risk was far overshadowed by the potential reward. If Vindh actually had what he claimed he had, then it could change everything—and if she controlled it… she hated politics, but she knew how to play the game, and she knew the game was important. If a cloned Mogra Tylaris could make a credible claim for the Tylaris Barony, and she was able to make that happen… well, Mogra would owe her a great deal. She would be able to leverage that for all it was worth, and it would be worth quite a lot.

And Mogra would expect it, she thought to herself. Hell, he would be disappointed in me if I didn’t make him pay through the nose.

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