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CAGED IN – From The Khekarian Threat, now out on Amazon.

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The door opened to the Khekarian’s hand and her awesome presence was within the room. Filling it immediately. Owning it outright. An assertive and predatory gaze homed in on Aleisha, leaving her feeling suddenly caged in with a ferocious animal, no escape and no chance of any.

On the job, Aleisha realized. A shudder rippled through her flesh.

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Worlds Without Laws – Sci-fi series with Murder, Kidnapping and Slavery.

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It had to be where laws were few and ineffectual, a place where the population was sparse, and law enforcement only existed inside remote settlements – the plight I gave to Aleisha could not be easy to overcome.

It was one of the reasons The Khekarian Threat is a sci-fi, although my love for science fiction would never have seen it anything else.

Wilderness planet colonization allows for almost any adventure. It also provides an assortment of backdrops with regard to different environments, politics, life, war, situations and delicious problems.

Murder, kidnapping and slavery just add to the fun!

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HARSH WELCOME – From The Khekarian Threat, out now on Amazon.

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Ruthless looked as tired and worn as Tanya. This morning her hair had been a checkerboard of black and white squares, tufts twisted into messy spikes. Now the white squares were ochre with road dust. Knowing it, she ran her hand briskly through her tufts and let the cloud of dust fall away from her. “Christ, this stuff gets everywhere.”

“Down my throat for starters,” Tanya said. “C’mon, let’s get out of here. I want a long hot shower and a long cold beer.”

They headed to the next rig. On the way, Ruthless glanced with interest towards Charlie’s office. “Do you think she’s in there?”

“Who?”

“The newbie, the seer.”

Tanya snorted. “Don’t think about her. She won’t last.”

“Who’s collecting her, then?”

Tanya looked grim. “Who do you fucking think?”

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Writer’s Block – Procrastination! An Easy Trick Out Of It!

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You’re a writer, you know what it’s like, you put so much time and effort into your manuscript that sometimes you just don’t want to go in there – You crave a break, you don’t want to find any more problems, any more issues, so you delay, you drag your feet, you throw just about every obstacle in your path to put off the inevitable moment that you have to go in. Soon you haven’t been in for days or even weeks and now it’s almost impossible.

Ever left looking at your work until the last moment of your free time, only to wish you had started earlier because you’re actually enjoying yourself once in there? Ever been frustrated by the time wasted not getting in there because in fact turned out to be fun?

Procrastination is bad at the best of times, but when things end up going beautifully and you might have missed out entirely, you feel like you’ve been cheated as well!

The trick is easy. Decide on some simple task within the manuscript. Even just checking what color eyes you gave a character. Yes, that simple. It’s got to be something really minor that won’t take too long because that’s the trick.

Then you know that it’s a two minute job, tops, and you’ll just go in there and do that. You’re not demanding anything of yourself, so those walls don’t go up. Better still, do it early to get it out of the way. You know also you’ll feel good for having just done this minor thing. What writer doesn’t want to end the day feeling as though they’d done something, especially when things are going slowly.

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Oops! Late and Not Here Anyway.

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I’m searching for exciting new pics to use – Yes, I know, I love what I had, too, but maybe it’s time to find something that tells more of a tale and connects more with characters and action and locations.

There’ll be scenery. And skies. And adventure, if I can find any. Gosh, that means people. I do intend to get something beautiful and keep to colorful, and I’ll try not to get lost in the crowd.

I will keep my planets and stars because I love them too much and they say “sci-fi”, but I’ll lose the abstracts (mostly).

You’ll have to let me know what you think about the new lot when I start using them. :D

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Writing-writing.

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There’s writing and then there’s, you know, writing-writing, important writing, manuscript writing, the Real Stuff.

Apart from the occasional day when I deliberately step back from EVERYTHING to do with writing, I judge the success of my day by my page count. Writing-writing, that is.

It counts for nothing if I did the laundry, stacked the wood, washed the car or painted a room. It matters not one iota if I scrubbed out the bathroom or vacuumed the floors. I don’t care if I end the day muscle sore and tired from physical labor – Yes, it’s good to have those chores done, but “What have I done today?” still gets answered, “Nothing!” unless I can include a page count.

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ALIEN STALKING – From The Khekarian Threat, now available on Amazon.

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She wiped a sheen of perspiration from her cheek and looked at her hand.

He would be seeing blood, the murderer.

Aleisha mentally searched through the images, trying to filter out meaning, but these people were strangers to her. The killer was huge. Tall huge. Muscle huge. Not a bodybuilder, just big and strong and unstoppable. Somehow linked…

Her thoughts solidified into mental stumbling blocks, toppling her into near panic. She stared into the mirror, horror building in her eyes, appalled at the realization.

No. The murderer could not be linked to her, to where she was heading, to what she was doing here. Yet he was, she knew it even as she fought to deny the possibility.

He was there.

There in the team of strangers she had crossed this part of the galaxy to join, there savoring the opportunities that travel in isolation gave him. There, active and hunting.

Aleisha moved forward, swinging open the door and hurrying into the hall. She needed to talk. She needed Charlie.

Behind her, line and shadow materialized, movement coming through the wall of her bedroom.

Color flooded in, bringing caramel skin and russet markings.

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Waiting for Inspiration in the Cold.

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I don’t know about you but I like my warmth, and as pretty as snow is, it’s not nice waking up to a cold house, it slows me down – Yes, folks, it’s Winter in Australia and we’ve had days and nights of sleet and hail and snow.

I’ve changed all my screen savers to warm sunny pictures. Icebergs are out. Snow, ice, water scenes, even cool colors are out. In come pictures of volcanos, fire and desert scenes. All just to give me the illusion of warmth as I sit in a cold office at 5:00 a.m., wearing fingerless gloves, waiting for my brain to warm up with the latest cup of coffee, and start producing.

Yes, I do have a heater in my office. It’s a kerosene heater meant for outdoor camping. I DON’T CARE, it’s faster than waiting two hours for the combustion stove in the kitchen to kick in. Actually, unless it’s very cold, I won’t light that until the afternoon.

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ALIEN-NATIVE OF ZUMARIDI – From The Khekarian Threat, now available on Amazon.

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He looked reptilian to her. He had no hair, no fur, no eyelashes, yet his face was streaked with highlighting that added mammalian warmth and mammalian expression. Aleisha didn’t know what she was seeing.

Clearly of a primitive society, his clothing was a broad strip of cloth, although the drape of material that wrapped between his legs and around his waist was folded and tucked to a meticulous design. It was the color of shadows – he was the color of shadows, an interesting mix of browns and reds and charcoal.

His eyes captivated her, the one feature that stole  her breath away. They were large. They were expressive. Soft eyes currently frowning, they did not look reptilian at all. Intelligent eyes, Aleisha thought, eyes with streaks over the lids, giving them natural mascara, eyes with depth and feeling. Cougar eyes. The irises were russet, the vertical slits of his pupils narrow black lines.

It took just a moment to take all this in, a moment to feel awe at his presence, then Aleisha realized why her heart pounded with fear. She was seeing him clearly enough and he was also seeing her, staring at her, which was simply not possible. Aleisha wasn’t present – her perception was, but not her body. She gave him nothing to focus on.

The murderer was still occupied, now lowering himself with the woman’s body, wrapped up in the odor and the color of her life-blood. How could he not notice such a towering presence right beside him?

There was no time to work it out. The alien-native’s stare was fixed on Aleisha and he came forward, moving with sudden purposeful intent, stepping through both corpse and killer. Speeding forward now, he surprised her afresh, literally melting from her view.

Color washed from him first, becoming shades of grey before disappearing altogether, immediately followed by form. Line and shadow faded into nothingness.

The experience ended in that confusion, dropping Aleisha back into physical plane limitations.

Quaking, still leaning forward, a hand over her heart, she blinked, then breathed deeply, trying to fathom meaning.

What was he, a ghost?

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Teleporter as a Tether?

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Who’d have thought! It’s as efficient as a manacle – the teleporter locked on Aleisha’s wrist makes it impossible for her to escape the pioneering road team determined to sell her to the Khekarians.

She can run if she wants to, but they’ll just bring her back again.

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