AI-Fi
Books about Artificial Intelligence based fiction (NOT created by AI). … Continue readingAI-Fi
Kel plotting blissfully in the Zone.
Books about Artificial Intelligence based fiction (NOT created by AI). … Continue readingAI-Fi
B&N is supposed to advocate for indy writers but clearly they’re not. Amazon doesn’t do any of this. With all the problems Amazon has it’s still better than this. I am not changing the price of my books. So… And then there’s this: And before these two things there was this: Okay, so everyone should make more than $25 per month but what if they don’t? What if they never do? Does B&N just keep their money? WTAF? So I will no longer have books on B&N. *sigh* But I’ll let them do that work. Soon as they’re gone I’ll remove all links.
The sequel to Something About A.I. is available now!
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At this point I’m just waiting on the cover art and then I’ll be birthing my latest baby into the bookiverse. It’s been an interesting two years. That’s when I started the book, and the working title was All About AI. I wrote the first draft of it during the last NaNoWriMo event. At the time I was polishing (and trying to find a publisher for) Something About AI. Once that novel launched, I went back to its sequel and began the first round of editing. Cutting chapters, adding chapters, tweaking and reading bits and pieces to my critique group for their input, and then I had it where I felt I could live with it. Not that it was something that made me really proud, but that now wasn’t the time to pursue perfection. I’ll be honest, I’m no perfectionist. And I’m kind of lazy. And I know the novel, like the first one, has loads of dialog. But here’s the thing about dialog, people don’t skip it. I talked to a lot of power readers. I even attempted a survey on Substack to ask strangers, and every one of them said that they skip descriptions but not dialog. My writing will continue to get better and that means including more description in my stories and not skippable descriptions either, but right now, I needed to get my novel out. My dear friend (and a beta reader – the only one this time) wrote this to me: “Dude you have to publish. Because you wrote it before it started happening!!! You’re the first! Get it out there! With this new development on Reddit, you have to prove you were ahead of the Singularity!” Haha – of course I wasn’t the first, but we both knew what he meant. My
I’ve finished my AI Sequel novel and it’s going through editing but now I’m excited to start a new project — a compilation novel. This is the first chapter. From wikipedia: A compilation novel, often referred to as a short story cycle or composite novel, is a collection of short stories that are arranged to create a cohesive experience, where the stories can stand alone but also interrelate to form a larger narrative. This format allows for various themes or characters to connect across the stories, enhancing the overall reading experience. The order to shelter in place had been given five days ago. The new governor said that there were no essential workers; everyone had to stay inside. She said it was a perfect storm (the fourth this year) that seemed like God himself was telling everyone to stay inside and safe. True enough, this one was worse than the last three. This one was deadlier. My daughter, Beatriz, had called twice already today. She was worried about food. Despite all my advice and attempts to teach her, she never learned how to manage food or how to cook. She said it was old-fashioned and today everyone ate out or did Instacart or DoorDash — some such nonsense. She had just turned 23 and didn’t have a job but had her own apartment. Her father and I divorced five years ago. She was Daddy’s girl, and he supported her. Last year, when she graduated college, he helped her with an apartment and did all he could to help her find a job, too, but still nothing. I’d told her that a degree in psychology wouldn’t be enough, but he’d encouraged her. As a tech writer, I’d known it was all heading toward robotics and AI skills, but even I had to admit
I tried it so you don’t have to. Unless, of course, you want to…
The web is full of folks making a fortune off “helping” writers. It’s big business. But does it really help you? … Continue readingWriting Services. A trillion dollar business.
I believe the attention span of readers is much less what it used to be.
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Well, I was hoping for a better position but being an Honorable Mention / Special Recognition winner of the Writers Weekly Fall 24-hour short story contest is okay. I’ll take it!! I did a search to see how many, on average, submit to the Writers Weekly contests and AI told me they have a limit of about 500. I was hoping it was more. ha! Anyway, I love the 24hr format and will try again in the Winter contest. For your entertainment, here’s my entry. The Blood Moon Two brothers, Lloyd and Wyatt Bernard, sat in decrepit folding chairs on a sagging porch. The boys were tired after a day of fixing the family still. They took turns swigging from an old crockery jug. This part of Kentucky had once been a moonshining capital and a business legacy for the Bernard family going back generations. Now, business was slow. The rotting porch faced a well-used dirt road, and beyond lay a field of rotting pumpkins. Behind, to the west, stood a ten-acre wood of pin oak and felled trees mostly covered with overgrown kudzu. Posted signs every ten feet read: No Trespasin, and we mean it! The thicket made access to the shack housing the ancient still nearly impossible. Lloyd pointed to the sky. “Oh shit, Wyatt, look at that.” Wyatt nodded. “Yeah, we better get inside soon; the moon is turning.” He handed the jug to Lloyd, who slung it up for a swig in a single smooth motion. He sat the jug on the bleached, splintering floorboards between them. Lloyd agreed. “Oh yeah. That bigass blood moon is gonna be turning orange soon.” Wyatt’s eyes squinted as he tried to adjust his eyesight. “The hell is that?” Lloyd strained to see, then echoed, “The hell…?” A young girl
Continue readingFall 2025 Winners – WritersWeekly 24-hr Short Story Contest.
Not being a pantser this time. … Continue readingThe Three-Act Structure