300. Realistic Narrative

As usual, every 100 posts, here are some reflections about where I have been for the last 100 days – and some about where I am going.

Due to the waves that have crashed in early-mid October so to speak (more on that on these post dates) this ‘look back’ is probably more going to be a ‘look forward’, because so much is still uncertain at the time of writing this post (mid October).… Read more

162. In the Storm

And so our son was born Saturday night, after a totally fine labor process things went wrong and it was a cesarean. Except of course that things only go wrong if the result is bad. And it wasn’t.

Our little boy is healthy and fine but we have had about 5 hours of sleep all in all since that day (after a 12 hour medically induced labor), so … reality dictates that those entries will be written later.… Read more

151. Point of Divergence

In alternative history writing there is a concept called POD – Point of Divergence. Like: When history did change – and what caused it? Was Oswald late for lunch on 22 Nov 1963 and if so, did JFK get home alive for his lunch?

I’ve toyed with this concept in my new story, The Many Worlds of World War III (see downloads), which is finished now.… Read more

133. Breathing

As you know if you’ve been reading a bit here, I’ve decided to start writing again.

Not on a novel, but on a … short novel. Something in the vicinity of 30K-ish words, which seems to be what I can handle without grinding to a halt.

The past few weeks I’ve been doing a consistent 500+ words per day on it.… Read more

106. Constant Discovery

This is a quick sketch of Mary Strachan, the new main character of my new-new illustrated short story-series.

The series is not yet titled but I call it The Capables as a working title. Seemed like a good idea since it is from an old Japanese movie called The Dimension Travelers and, well, refers to people who can travel between dimensions, into alternate worlds.… Read more

104. Let Me Not Forget

Today I went to see St Joan (Bernard Shaw’s play) which quickened me a bit. Which was good, because I felt grey inside, as if mist had taken up residence in my heart – or swirled dangerously close.

I felt cut off from something vital, perhaps from supportive social circles for some of my higher goals of life, such as this blog and other things.… Read more