The generation gap is nothing new, and it is going nowhere anytime soon. Every one of us thinks we are going to solve the problems left by those before us, and we all think we are so much more clever than those younger. My generation, Generation X, is really no better or worse that way, but I occasionally like having my fun with them. Continue reading
I am not a Gaea worshiper. I am not a worshiper of any kind, that just is not my deal. That said, there is great beauty to be found in those sort of ideas, and in the natural world in general. The universe is the greatest musician, for those who want to pay attention.
He tries not to think about it too much as he hits the streets. Gary Garmond has work to do, important work. He needs to retrieve memories his friend Jimmy deliberately discarded and that means shopping all over town for materials exotic and mundane, and some that are not for sale. Too much work and too much to remember so he cannot let himself keep his head in the clouds. Continue reading
They keep her under the cage for half an hour, letting her drink through a long straw when she is thirsty. By the time the tests are over Sheila has a wicked knot in her back and a dozen new questions but neither Nena or Den seem capable of answering them just yet. They are busy pouring over data on the monitors in front of them. She is not rushed out the door, but neither is she acknowledged overmuch. Continue reading
He lets her stare down at the bodies for a moment. She needs this, the shock. He denied it to her when he first helped her escape. There was no time. Now, they have a little, but just that. But it will do. This girl Zaphyr needs to understand that people will die and the sooner she does that, Zox thinks, the better. Nebry being Nebry puts a supportive arm around her. He always did have a soft spot for little girls, but that is understandable. Continue reading
I used to have a real bad temper. I rarely hurt other people, at least in my adult life, but you would not want to be a wall, chair or end table around me when my ire was raised. I could yell with the best of them and whether or not I was right or wrong about the issue at hand is ultimately immaterial, because I was so very wrong in how I reacted. I wreaked havoc on those around me and was frankly not a very pleasant person to be around. I have made peace with the demons that put in me in that place though and with the fact that I was there to begin with.
This is how it is for me. I will not claim it is anyone else’s experience. There are many neuroatypical people who absolutely need this medication or that to give themselves the control they need, so please, never point at me and say “she does it.” Likewise don’t do it for the people who are unable to use medication and tell them “she manages.” Because for starters, I just barely do and it is a fight, every day, and because none of us is the same. Anyhow, here ya go… Continue reading