Category: SFFS


“A sentence should contain no unnecessary words, a paragraph no unnecessary sentences, for the same reason that a drawing should have no unnecessary lines and a machine no unnecessary parts.”
Williams Strunk Jr.

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For those who came by the blog this past Friday in anticipation of my reviews of Daily Science Fiction‘s stories, I do apologize for not having a post for you. I had taken on a freelance writing gig that’s taking up some of my free time, and since I do have two jobs and I also volunteer, my reading fell by the wayside… I don’t think I’ll be posting a DSF Reviews post this upcoming Friday either. I do plan to get back to it. But I’m sure some of you know how it is with new things and finding the right groove for everything.

Also, I haven’t posted a snippet for Science Fiction & Fantasy Saturday for two weeks in a row. I plan to get back to that as well!

And speaking of SFFS, I met J.M. Blackman through that webring of authors, and she so graciously asked me for an interview. It was posted last week and we discuss my take on the diversity in speculative fiction today. You can check out the interview here.

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“Writing well means never having to say, ‘I guess you had to be there.'”
Jef Mallet

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Science Fiction & Fantasy Saturday is…a web ring of authors who post snippets of their work for comment. In reality, it’s a close-knit group of friends and colleagues working together to support and encourage one another and promote the science fiction and fantasy genres. I am just one author in the midst of awesome authors. To read other snippets, or learn how to join us, visit scififansat.blogspot.com!

This week I’m sharing another snippet from my Work In Progress, April 11, 1978 (tentative title). Click here to read the first snippet and here to read the second.

In all of Marc’s years of impersonating others, he had never been hired to be intimate with anyone. In his college years it was impersonating someone to take a test; later, to fight a boxing match. As his career advanced, he even became an extra line of security for important sports stars and politicians.

A lot of politicians.

Marc set the needle on the sink and sighed. He never saw himself as a man who had the best morals, but going inside a woman as someone else seemed like the ultimate deception.

The real Casey was a married man with children and didn’t have the nerve to do what he hired Marc to do for him. Because Monica offered career advancement to Casey if he slept with her, Casey offered a hefty amount of cash that Marc hadn’t been offered in a long while.

“I’m losing the mood.” Monica’s voice was right outside the door.

I hope you enjoyed this snippet! And be sure to check out other snippets by the other authors at scififansat.blogspot.com.

“Plot is people. Human emotions and desires founded on the realities of life, working at cross purposes, getting hotter and fiercer as they strike against each other until finally there’s an explosion—that’s plot.”
Leigh Brackett

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Science Fiction & Fantasy Saturday is…a web ring of authors who post snippets of their work for comment. In reality, it’s a close-knit group of friends and colleagues working together to support and encourage one another and promote the science fiction and fantasy genres. I am just one author in the midst of awesome authors. To read other snippets, or learn how to join us, visit scififansat.blogspot.com!

This week I’m sharing another snippet from my Work In Progress, April 11, 1978 (tentative title). Click here to read the first snippet.

Marc stood and twisted the cylinder until it became two pieces. One side was hollow, the other side a needle the length of a pushpin. He scrutinized the needle with a scoff but he knew it was necessary for his façade not to fade away during the night.

“Caaaasey, I’m waiting…” Monica called from the bedroom.

His eyes darted to the bathroom door and rested in the fact it was still shut.

She called him Casey. That’s who she saw at dinner; that’s who she followed into the hotel room; that’s who he had to stay for at least six more hours.

Marc eyed the mirror, his focus on the needle he held at eye level. “I’ll be right there,” he called to Monica.

I hope you enjoyed this snippet! And be sure to check out other snippets by the other authors at scififansat.blogspot.com.

“Shut up and write.”
K.A. Laity

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Science Fiction & Fantasy Saturday is…a web ring of authors who post snippets of their work for comment. In reality, it’s a close-knit group of friends and colleagues working together to support and encourage one another and promote the science fiction and fantasy genres. I am just one author in the midst of awesome authors. To read other snippets, or learn how to join us, visit scififansat.blogspot.com!

The last five weeks I shared snippets from one of my short stories, Acts, published in The Glass Parachute. The response I received was phenomenal; I’m glad some of you enjoyed the snippets well enough to want to check out the book!

This week (and maybe successive weeks) I will be sharing snippets of a Work In Progress titled April 11, 1978 (tentative title). It’s actually a random date. When I was scrolling through a story, I thought I saw that date and decided to make it a focal point to a story, lol…

This is how the story begins (this is all early draft, remember that).

Marc stood in front of his bathroom mirror and stared at himself with a gaze that had no intention of release. His dimming blue eyes, his round nose, his graying brown hair that accentuated his receding hairline. He pushed in closer to perceive the wrinkles blossoming around the corners of his eyes.

Although he kept in great physical shape – he glanced at the toned arms protruding from his tank top – he was getting spiritually crushed from the deceptions and betrayals he doled out. Emotionally it was tough, but he pressed on because he had to make a living.

He noticed the bathroom door was cracked open, giving a slight view into the darkened bedroom. With a guided prod of his hand, he shut the door, and then opened the door to the vanity.

Most of the contents inside was storage for cleaning supplies. He purposely put an overabundance of extra products to dissuade any curious eyes.

Marc reached behind all of the packaging, pushed aside a sixty-four ounce bottle of hand soap, and retrieved a small, silver cylinder the size of a battery.

I hope you enjoyed this snippet! And be sure to check out other snippets by the other authors at scififansat.blogspot.com.