Thursday, October 18, 2012

The 80th Assignment

Woo hooo!! My new short story is out - available for purchase - and it's only 99 cents!! 

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Elle Hill: An Open Message to the Bullies

Ever been bullied? Know someone who has? Maybe even been a bully? Either way, you need to read this. I am still weeping.

Elle Hill: An Open Message to the Bullies: The fatosphere lit up like a dynamite-encrusted birthday cake last week when a CBS anchor, Jennifer Livingston, addressed on air a man wh...

Monday, October 8, 2012

Elle Hill: Trapped in Internet Addiction?, or, My New IUD

Did you hear that the psychobabble folks invented a new disorder that revolves around internet use? Check this out (and don't forget to read my comment at the bottom!):

Elle Hill: Trapped in Internet Addiction?, or, My New IUD: Hi, my name is Elle, and I have Internet Use Disorder (IUD). I didn't know I suffered this affliction till today, and, well, to be honest,...

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Ice Pirates?

I've been musing about whether I should write a short story. Today I thought about how fun it would be to write a story set in the near future, in the globally-warmed waters north of Alaska and Canada, where ice has melted enough that channels now exist. It's a rough place, of course, filled with oil ships and supply freighters and pirates! So anyway, here's something that slid out of my head. What do you think? Should I keep going, or start something else? And please - be honest! If this sounds terribly boring - say so!

Here goes - and this is the very beginning:

“You flaming idiot!” Greeger roared as the oilship came into view. One piggy fist pounded the board between the glass windshields. “They’re going to see us in time!”
Kalican sneered at the hairy giant and cranked the wheel toward the starboard icepack. “Nein, mi capitan,” she condescended through gritted teeth. “Stare and see.”
Steel timbers screeched as the cutter tore thru the frozen skin glazing the salty, northern sea. She bucked once, then nosed in next to the glacier. Spears of ice slid off the upturned face, high above, and pelted the decks. Would have made holes, too, and sent the Pretty Marie to dance with Davy Jones if not for the steel reinforcing the wood.
“Bitch is gonna sink my ship,” Greeger moaned, not quite quietly enough.
“Nigh, nigh.” Kalican crooned. “I took an oiler just three days past from this very spot. Ah - hold fast.” 
With that last, the Pretty Marie’s bow surged as she slid up a recently calfed iceberg. Sideways she slid, and all on board followed before she righted herself. 

New Reviews Posted

In the last week I've posted several new reviews. Come take a gander, and maybe add to your "TBR" list!