I walked the streets of the city through a cool morning fog. The gray was cut by streams of yellow, red, and green traffic light fairies on a shift change. They flew above the traffic in neat rows of color,…
The Case of the Art Critic – a Forensix mystery, Part 1 of 7
I knew as soon as I entered the art studio why I had been called there. The body lay near the window surrounded by crumpled balls of paper, empty pizza boxes, and bottles of some energy drink. An easel was…
Upcoming Cons and other updates
I just realized that I’m a very bad blogger. It’s been… what? May since I last posted? I failed to tell you about how I’d be at ConVergence or DiversiCon. I haven’t told you that I finished a novel and…
WisCon
I will be at WisCon this weekend in Madison, Wisconsin. I will be hanging around the Broad Universe table when not in panels. Below is my schedule : Help, Gender Essentialism Is Everywhere! (scheduled) participant Sat, 4:00–5:15 pm Room 623 Participants Gyan…
From the Journal of Nicolas Comptes
The following is a fictional diary entry for a steampunk project. 3 March, 1879 Mexico City The Tulip Switch sleight of hand trick is proving quite successful in both the ring and on the street. I have found it also…