Image courtesy of Psychology Today
I planned this post two years ago when I reviewed the book “What Your Childhood Memories Say About You”, by Dr. Kevin Leman, in this post: Childhood Memories and Our Characters. I’ve started writing it several times. It’s not easy, but I want to get it off my chest. So here goes…
Trigger alert: those with abusive pasts might be troubled by the situation described below.
I believe I was four. I know it was before I started kindergarten (that’s another story for later). My parents both worked, Mom on shift work, so she was gone many afternoons and evenings. A neighborhood girl babysat us at the time. I think she would have been early teens, but I’m not sure. I can’t remember her face clearly now, but I know her name. I’ll call her Sandy. Continue Reading
Rite of Rejection by Sarah Negovetich
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
This is one of the best YA dystopian novels I’ve read. I would compare it to Hunger Games, but with a more believable premise. I would love to see it made into a movie.
In the future, the United States has collapsed into anarchy and terror, then reunited into the United Territories. A man known as the Cardinal has brought peace and law and order with a machine that can scan someone’s brain and determine whether they are likely to become a criminal in the future. Using it, he has created a repressive culture like a cross between the 1950’s, the Victorian era, and communist Russia. Citizens are taught that the Cardinal and the Machine are infallible. Continue Reading
My second entry on MJ Bush’s photo prompts:
As the matte black Zodiac approached the breakwater, John cut the motor. Sun’s almost down. We’ll wait here until dark, then row in quietly.”
“Won’t someone notice us here and wonder?” asked Duncan. Continue Reading
I decided to try a new photo prompt for a change, over at MJ Bush’s Google+ page. Here’s the post with my first entry in the comments:
For your convenience, I’ll copy it here:
Keira shivered violently as she trudged through the snow, rubbing her bare arms. Her feet had gone numb long ago. Probably frostbitten by now she thought. But she had made it through the night.
Movement was growing more difficult. She was so tired. Maybe she should just rest for a few minutes. No! I have to stay focused. He has to be stopped. Continue Reading
I’m still behind on things, but catching up. I managed to put together a Friday Fictioneers entry for this week:
Genre: SF Thriller
Tim knelt down to examine something on the step, his hazmat suit crinkling. A lollipop, coated in mold. That likely meant kids. Great.
I just wanted to let everyone know that I have made my first-ever submission of a short story for publication (and that I’m still alive, not that one has anything to do with the other).
It’s one that has been in the works for many months. I got to about 3,000 words, but got stuck on how to end it. So I let it sit for a while, and started three others in the interim.
But then I saw a call for submissions for an anthology looking to include some new writers. I thought that with a few tweaks that it would fit well with what they were looking for. So I set out to finish it. Of course, life got crazy right around that time. Continue Reading