This week showed me a medical office working the way it should. I told my vascular surgeon’s office that I’m coming from 3 hours away and could they move the testing to my orthopedic surgeon’s day (3 days later) so I didn’t have to spend a week in a hotel or could they send the tests to Pittsburgh. They worked for days to get ALL my visits on one day. I still have a 3 hour trip and one day in a hotel (as the day begins at 7 AM) but I’m having all four visits at once and that’s pretty fantastic.
Have a little bit more of These Haunted Hills. I’m skipping a head a bit. Brendan is done meeting his ex in Columbus and has headed back to his cabin in the woods feeling a little more sure of himself.
Brendan drove up to the cabin, surprised to see Josh’s truck parked there. He hadn’t told Josh when he was going to be back. There had been a text alert when he was driving and he refused to look at those when he was behind the wheel. When he checked he saw a cryptic message. In the woods. Damn trash pandas.
From that Brendan assumed the cameras had gotten knocked aside again and Josh was out there somewhere fixing them. As tempting as it was to go play grizzly Adams with Josh, Brendan went inside and mixed up another dark and stormy heavy on the rich rum. He might need it because he wanted to pick up where he left off. He didn’t want to be drunk but Brendan needed to file the edge off.
I know it’s been a while since I’ve played along and even longer since I snippeted from These Haunted Hills. Leave it as I’m hope with my parents from the nursing home but I’m still barely able to walk with a walker and have a lot of recovery to do.
Here’s a snippet with Brendan talking to his ex wife about the thoughts of moving on with new loves and dealing with the death of their son.
I do occasionally still feel guilty about being happy again. You know there were days when I wanted to go be with Connor in the next life just as I know you have to. Hell, I was terrified that was what you were going to do when you told me you rented a cabin in the middle of the damn woods.”
He dropped his gaze again. “I know. It’s why I was fine with calling you because I didn’t want you to worry. I don’t want to hurt you ever. But I did think about it, just briefly when I first got there, then I met Josh. It wasn’t anything instant, like one fantastic smile from him and everything was better. But as the days went by, I felt like he could really be the one to help me out of the darkness. He’s a good man. I just wish it wouldn’t feel like I’m digging my heart out with a rusty spoon when I think about being with him.”
I’ve not been able to do much the last two weeks. Last friday was the final reconstruction of my knee which culminated in SIX separate surgeries at once (that I know of). It is beyond painful know, relearning to walk so I haven’t done much beyond make up exams for my classes.
I figured I’d give one final snippet of my story Homestead at the Beginning of the World in the Fix the World anthology. I’m happy with the reception my story has received. This is more than 6 lines by far but I’m doing this high as a kite from the pain killers so if I can even get it posted is a miracle. Kjell is hanging out cranberry harvesting with Sam’s friends Hope and Tim and their kids
Kjell settled on his belly so he could sun his back and promptly fell asleep. He didn’t wake until something icy slithered down his back. He startled awake to find Sam running a cold bottle of water down his spine. Sam grinned at him.
“Wakey, wakey sleeping beauty.”
Kjell grunted rolling up into the sitting position. “Prince Charming is supposed to wake her with a kiss.”
“I would but Hope would explode into hearts and flowers and pester us the rest of the afternoon with her matchmaking.”
“I would,” she assured him unpacking a picnic basket.
“Did you get a nice nap?” Sam asked.
“Yeah.” Kjell rubbed his eyes.
“Man, you are so green!” one of Hope’s kids exclaimed. “That’s so weird.”
“Dylan! That’s rude. Apologize,” Hope snapped, and Dylan mumbled a halfhearted ‘sorry.’
Kjell glanced at his torso. He was pretty damned verdant at this point. “I suppose it is a bit strange.”
“Did one of those damn devil Derjviks do that to you?” Dylan asked, ignoring his mother’s ‘language’ comment.
Kjell nodded. “When I was a baby. I don’t remember it. I’ve always been sort of the color of grass.” He offered the boy a wan smile.
“If they were still around, my dad would kick their butts for you.” Dylan punched the air for emphasis.
“I have no doubt of that.”
“Here, have a sandwich. It’s chicken salad,” Hope said, and when Kjell eyed it suspiciously she sighed heavily. “It’s really chicken. Dammit, Samwise, quit telling people Tim eats aliens. We haven’t done that in years.”
Kjell didn’t comment that statement obviously meant alien truly had been on the menu. He took a tentative bite, treated to something mustardy and creamy at the same time. “This is delicious.”
“Thank you. I try.” Hope beamed. “It only has a little bit of powdered Derjvik bone in it.”
I am not up to much here, I’m in the hospital one day post-op of my knee reconstruction. I’m in so much pain the narcotics aren’t touching it but I also don’t want to let the Fix the World anthology release to pass me by.
So have a little more from the opening of my story in the anthology, The Homestead at the Beginning of the World.
We left off with a stranger riding up to Sam’s homestea.
The man swung off his bike and made Sam tense when he put a hand in his pocket. He pulled out a wallet, flipping it open to show his ID. “Dr. James broke her leg. I’m her replacement.”
Sam took a step closer. Once upon a time phones would have borne a person’s identification, but the information networks were still in the process of being restored. Much of human knowledge had been squirreled away and saved but the technology required to bring it back to life was still in the process of being remade. It could take years. He peered closely at the i.d., the face matched but he’d never heard the name Dr. Kjell Eriksen. “Kah-gel?”
Eriksen grinned. “It’s pronounced Shell.”
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Have a nice Easter, Passover, weekend. It doesn’t feel very much like a holiday in skilled nursing when you can’t have visitors. On the other hand I’ve progressed a lot since last week. I am doing well. I’m able to get into and out of most chairs now. They gave me a wheelchair so I’ve been out and about rolling in the halls. But mostly I’m here on the computer teaching my classes. Still not writing much other than fanfic to keep me writing (With all the pain and pain killers I don’t have the ability to world build)
Have a little more of The Homestead at the Beginning of the World from the Fix the World anthology. It’s a wee bit more than 6 lines.
A motorcycle, old but kitted out for biofuels, sailed up the road more gracefully than Sam expected. It was as if the rider had some six sense about where the road needed grading. Dr. James knew, of course, but whoever this was, he was easily a foot taller than she was. He assumed that it was a man but who knew. The Derjviks had experimented with making humans bigger, stronger, less reliant on food and a whole host of other things. Linda and her scientist friends had said that in some areas of the world there wasn’t a single purely human DNA strand to be found.
The man parked his bike and took off his helmet. Pale, nearly white hair framed his strong jaw. His skin was pale too but tinged with green. Someone in his family – maybe even him – had been spliced with chlorophyll, an aborted experiment in making them into autotrophs. Maybe the Derjvik had wanted to perfect the genetic engineering for their own people. There was a certain advantage in being able to manufacture food from light.
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We asked sci-fi writers to send us stories about ways to fix what’s wrong with the world. From the sixty-five stories we received, we chose twelve most amazing (and hopefully prescient) tales.
Dive in and find out how we might mitigate climate change, make war obsolete, switch to alternative forms of energy, and restructure the very foundations of our society, The future’s not going to fix itself.