Captain Jon James MacWoad at Balaclava The ponderous war-engine steamed slowly across the Balaclavan plain. Captain Jonathan James MacWoad sat chilled in the early Crimean dawn. I’ll miss the cool soon enough when I climb into one of those iron coffins, he thought bitterly. An end of my own design. J.J. breathed deep the sea-tinged, […]
I also think the formalizing and organizing effects of writing down an idea would help to intentionalize* it. I’m always thinking of good ideas and promptly forgetting to do them, only to remember later and wish I had. I need to think, Do write it, DO achieve the written goal or devise intermediate goals to record and then achieve in pursuit of the original intentionalized idea.
Ko leads Od and Ak beyond the waves on the shore and encounters possible trouble as well as seeing a far off island. They find another Kelp Forest.
Apologies To begin with and before the review, I have to confess to feeling that “An Author’s Introspection” is a bit grand. I wrote local sports, a couple articles for a small magazine where I did desktop publishing, and this ficblog. The Author, L. Stephen O’Neill, (perhaps you’ve heard of him. Perhaps YOU have, but […]
Through the Rushing Gap
When they got close to the roaring crash of the surf through the gap, Ko motioned to the boys to stay where they were.
Tell the Truth Before I ever knew one thing about Celticness (Celtiocity?) I loved “The Undersea World of Jacques Cousteau.” I’m sure down deep there was the sensitivity to bagpipes, but I’d never heard their call. There was also a mermaid on “Marine Boy,” but really my major desire was to live and work on […]
Back to the Kelp Forest Te squealed with delight as Ko pulled her from arms length behind forward and past in a rush. Even at play Ko kept a watchful eye for predators, sea-folk or animal. Then too, Ap would be watching. Looking at young Te with her speckles and big smiles, Ko remembered she had not been allowed […]
Not Enough Output My sister is planning to Nano in August. I’m inspired. I’m excited to see what she comes up with. I’m challenged. There is no way I’m going to do a couple thousand words a day, but I can start this new story with my daughter. I’m calling it “The Widening Sea” and […]
Ko came to herself among her shoal as light kissed the tops of the kelp of their creche. All around, silvery tails and white limbs were jumbled together in slumber. It was cool and she moved slowly. Others stirred, but none were as curious as Ko to see what the day might bring. So she rose […]
It seemed he’d caught the place at its dry ebb and now his dead stone shelf was an island of life in a wasteland. All life needs is a chance. That encouraged Smoke more than seemed possible.