I’m starting to suspect my #NaNoWriMo novel won’t be done at 50k…
Of the three times I’ve won NaNo before, two of those novels were just about exactly 50k when done (Nexus Nine & In a Dog’s World). The third is the longest thing I’ve ever written at 97k (Entanglement Bound).
An excerpt from Otters In Space 3: Octopus Ascending. If you’d prefer, you can start with Chapter 1, return to the previous chapter, or skip ahead.
“Almost afraid to touch the precious pages, Petra lifted the three brightly-colored crayon drawings, one from each kitten, with shaking paws.”
“Hey!” the jowly jailor barked at Petra and Blaine, interrupting their latest conversation about scramball.
Petra was tempted to hiss an answer at the dog, but even with bars between them, it didn’t seem like a safe move. Instead, she decided to whither the dog with class. “May I help you?” Her voice practically curdled with almost-purrs.
The cop looked properly and pleasingly unsettled by Petra’s unpredictability. “Here,” the dog harrumphed, pulling into view a wheeled trolley stacked high with disorderly piles of paper, files, and notebooks. “This is for you.” The dog unlocked the cell, shoved the trolley in, and then locked the cell right back up. “Some dog dropped it off for you.” Continue reading “Otters In Space 3 – Chapter 20: Petra”
That feeling when you realize you need to change the species of one of the characters in a furry book you’ve half-finished writing, and so you have to go back and make sure you catch Every. Single. Description that will now be wrong and rewrite it to something else.
I really don’t know why The Last Action Hero (1993) got such dismal reviews. It’s a delightful, clever comedy spoof of action movies while also being a solid action movie in its own right.
An excerpt from Otters In Space 3: Octopus Ascending. If you’d prefer, you can start with Chapter 1, return to the previous chapter, or skip ahead.
“The raptor fledglings hadn’t even grown up on a world where they could see the stars. Their sky was a blanket of amber, muffling out the sun, let alone the pinpoint of light that was the small blue-green world their species had come from millions of years ago.”
While Kipper and Petra waited in their prisons — two tabby cats desperate to save Earth yet incarcerated by their own allies — Jenny parleyed with the enemy.
That was generous.
The otter wasn’t parleying with the enemy, she was playing games with the enemies’ children
Jenny and the two raptor chicks were in a room at the top of the giant mechanical redwood, and the walls were as clear as glass. Jenny had seen the tree from the outside and knew it looked opaque, but from the inside it looked like she was standing on an open platform. She could see out over the jagged green tops of all the real trees. In the distance, more of these mechanical trees stuck out of the forest like towers — much taller and larger around than the real trees. And behind it all, loomed the ruddy agate Jovian sky. Continue reading “Otters In Space 3 – Chapter 19: Jenny”
My more clingy Sheltie thinks that MAYBE the cats are the reason I was out of town for a weekend, even though they were still here, so he gets very upset if any of them get near me.
An excerpt from Otters In Space 3: Octopus Ascending. If you’d prefer, you can start with Chapter 1, return to the previous chapter, or skip ahead.
“The octopuses hadn’t come back through the sealed hatch in the underwater floor, but occasionally they sent in a dolphin with a puzzle for them.”
Except, Kipper wasn’t talking to octopuses. Kipper, Trugger, and Captain Cod had been shut in a small room with several feet of air at the ceiling and a ledge around the edges. Sitting on the ledge felt like sitting at the edge of a public swimming pool, reminding her of cattery days when over-enthusiastic dogs had required all the reluctant kittens to take swimming lessons. Except this was more claustrophobic due to the low ceiling and near walls. Continue reading “Otters In Space 3 – Chapter 18: Kipper”
It truly bewilders me when people argue against AI because if artists can’t support themselves then they’ll have to get other jobs and won’t be able to make art.