Still Falling

Soon – very soon – Before the Fall will be available for purchase, my first ever space opera. With six-foot felinoids and catmint … yes, it’s one of those stories.
It also features the Winterlark and that was a surprise. She originally arrived on the page/screen thanks to a Blue Room competition requring the key words: [...]

When Characters Come Alive

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I’ve been writing about the life of a clueless teenage girl for two years, having come to know her as well as any real life person. Her story is embedded in my daily rituals and momentary escapes. I even imagine her voice when I’m writing out her dialogue.
So you can imagine how flabbergasted [...]

sticky note #347

Next project: no explosions. No skulls. No elipses. No Cats. No coffee.
Wait a minute … what? Just because all those have now turned up in Improbability Theory is no reason to go completely crazy.
If you liked that post, then try these…writer love

wishin’ & hopin’

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Good news! The third act of Beggars Will Ride is developing nicely except for a minor logistical hitch… though moving a body at 3am so that nobody in Pandora’s Edge knows there is a body just might qualify as a major hitch. Still thinking that one out. The bad news is that I haven’t found [...]

Salvation’s Curse (The Protector)

Watching the screens on the panel flicker to life, I saw two teams of heavily armed figures burst through both the front and back doors. Finding my father but not us, they began systematically searching the house.

As Dr. Morrisey worked the panel trying to keep up with the assault teams, all I could do was stare at the one screen focused on the room where in the space of an instant, I’d lost everything.

Rising Moon

Shadow Connor, the Huntress series
Book 2
 © GL Drummond, 2008-2009
Excerpt:

The phone ringing sort of brought me back to the present. Blinking, I wondered how long I’d been sitting there staring at the wanted poster in front of me without even seeing it. The office door opened, and a familiar, entirely unwelcome scent flowed towards me.
James Wolfe, [...]

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