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How I Write Worldbuilding Notes

I’ve touched on how I write worldbuilding notes before, but in the meantime, I’ve also started to use the program Aeon Timeline (not a sponsored mention) to keep the timeline in my longer works, like The Ruon Chronicles, straight. And Aeon is helping a lot (especially since I’m planning various novels, short stories, and novellas… Continue reading How I Write Worldbuilding Notes

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Adventures in writing “Porselein”

Or, on building a new world I have gotten so used to writing in the world of Airtha-Eyrassa, that building a whole new world for Porselein has come as quite a shock to my system! Suddenly I’m left with a complete blank page screaming “Here be dragons” and I’m not even sure if that world… Continue reading Adventures in writing “Porselein”

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Flash Fiction: First Blood

“First Blood” was written for last week’s Microcosms. My prompts were coma patient, galactic war, and memoir. First Blood This time they had not come for our mines, but for our other resources – clean water in abundance and cheap labour. The battle between the colony and earth was over in six days. I woke… Continue reading Flash Fiction: First Blood

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Flash Fiction: Calling the Rain

Inspired by a writing group prompt.  Calling the Rain  She worked at a desk in the corner of her upstairs room. Cogs and thin pieces of copper wire littered the wooden surface, the tiny tools she used taken from her clock workshop below. Tightening the last screw, she sat back and gazed at her creation.… Continue reading Flash Fiction: Calling the Rain

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Flash Fiction: At the Altar

“At the Altar” was written for Microcosms last week. My prompts were weather forecaster, temple, and crime. It turned out quite… interesting. At the Altar The people had chosen him on the day the weather forecaster came to town. Selected unanimously, his hands were bound behind his back and he was marched towards the temple.… Continue reading Flash Fiction: At the Altar