On Friday I went to a doctor’s appointment because I was worried that I might have bronchitis or maybe pneumonia because I was feeling shortness of breath while exercising and it wasn’t going away even though the cold was mostly gone.
The doctor sent me to the ER. After various tests, it’s been determined that I’m getting a pacemaker shortly. Maybe today. It’s possible that I’ll even make the update on Sunday because I’ve got nothing better to do than write it.
Also, I’ve been editing the third Legion of Nothing novel, so there’s that.
That said, it’s also possible I won’t be done on time. We’ll see.
EDIT: I’m going home today.
I don’t have a story in this Pen & Cape Society anthology, but many other writers I like do.
It combines the pulp period with GoldenAge superheroes in a tribute to the beginning of comics.
I don’t want to do this again, but I’ve just realized that our furnace is trying to turn on, but isn’t quite doing it. As it’s winter where I live, I can’t let this go. So I’m going to go try a couple things and then call somebody if I have to.
I’m going to finish this as soon as possible. It’s most of the way done, but heat is important too.
EDIT: I’ll finish it tonight (as in Thursday night, one day late), but on the bright side, my house is warm.
I walked through the spartan hallways of the flagship under pale blue lights. End of the hall, a hexagonal automatic door hissed open. I stepped on the lift. A young woman in a command jacket moved over, smiled, called me captain. Long brown hair, blue eyes. The same as mine. That’s what I hate about coming home – hard to tell who I’m related to. Half the crew probably shares a little DNA with me.
“Yes sir.” She pressed the button. Continue reading April Fools!
I started posting Legion of Nothing on November 8, 2007.
It all started with a phone call. Most things inevitably do these days.
Wait. Wait. I need a do-over.
It all ended with a phone call. Most things tended to these days. Ah. That’s better. Hendrick Hahn was lying on the bed in his hotel room when he got the call.
‘What do you want?’ Hendrick Hahn channels his inner asthma when he speaks.
‘Got a job for you. Great Lakes. The target is the Grand Lakes Heroes League.’ Continue reading April Fools Day Post: The End
I wish I didn’t have to do this a second time, but I’m going to have to finish this off tomorrow night. Finishing the last one on Monday night left no buffer against anything going wrong today, and well, things did.
It’s funny, I think it’s easier to get things done when everything is normal and holidays aren’t going on.
Can’t imagine why.
Anyhow, feel free to continue to suggest story issues that you’d love to see closed before the end of Legion of Nothing.
I’m going to update tomorrow. It’s Christmas and while I thought I might update tonight, I was wrong. I’m currently visiting relatives and I’m not up for ignoring them for the next 4-6 hours.
On another note, some of you probably know that the Legion of Nothing has an ending planned. This isn’t to say it’s coming soon (I literally have at least 4 years of stories planned), but it is coming someday.
So I’m wondering if anyone has questions that they definitely want to see answered by the end. I know the ones I plan to answer, but if you’ve got some, I’m interested in hearing them.
As you can guess from the title, we’re returning to a normal posting schedule tomorrow.
I hope you enjoyed getting a window into other writer’s worlds, and I hope you’ll check their stories out. I know that one of the things that really helped me early on was a link from another writer. With any luck, I can do the same for them.
East Cape, South Africa
Saturday, the 8th of January, 2000
Nine years, eleven months, and twelve days before the Pulse
Such a beauty. Maybe I’ll name you, Jordan Steyn thought as he carefully lifted the Musgrave hunting rifle off its hooks above his bedroom door. He enjoyed the feel of the metal and the smoothly polished wooden grip beneath his fingers. They assured him that he wasn’t helpless farm kid anymore. Unlike most boys his age, Jordan was ready to assume the responsibilities of life. Ensuring that his fingers were nowhere near the trigger, he walked across the room, pushed his school books aside, and set the rifle down on his desk. Old man Steyn had made it clear that he didn’t want his sixteen-year-old son to keep his Christmas present loaded, but Jordan figured his dad would never know.
Dad isn’t going to check, Jordan reassured himself. So as long as his best friend and confidante Steven kept his mouth shut, everything would be fine. Continue reading “5.8 Interlude (Samael)” from “Anathema” by Chrysalis