I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Monday, September 23, 2013

Linkee-poo tries to catch up

You may remember me starting to ask, what would Neil (Gaiman) write as my own WWJD mantra. Well, there's some writing advice by Neil. (Grokked from Tor.com)

Terri Windling with a fairy blessing. Gotta watch out for them fairies. Sometimes the give us what we need, not what we want.

Chuck Wendig with 25 tips on editing that unmerciful suck out of your story.

The lovely bones. The jeweled saints of Europe. Skeletons bedecked in jewels from the Roman catacombs, assumed to be early saints, distributed to cathedrals and churches.

A bronze brothel token discovered in the Thames. Ah, that Puritanical history we keep hearing about. (Grokked from Jay Lake)

Some researchers are setting up a bronze-age, graduate student thunderdome. Or at least, that's how I picture the research into bronze aged weapons. (Grokked from Tor.com)

The world is stranger than we think, and the theory of pan-spermia just got a big boost from the discovery of a lot of organic molecules in a meteorite. (Grokked from Jay Lake)

1 comment:

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