With the new puppy, of course I have to share this chapter from ZERO SIGNAL.
Author: R W
Rick Wayne is a cretinous mass who's dissected a cadaver, climbed the Great Wall, jumped from an airplane, designed sampling systems, swam naked in the Mediterranean, and felt the blast of a terrorist's bomb, although not in that order. When he's not vomiting words, he's planning his next adventure.
He can be found at RickWayne.com.
(Art) The Heavy Metal Dragons of Brock Grossman
This blog’s been a little quiet lately. Unfortunately, I had to say goodbye to my best friend last Friday. In a cruel twist of fate, that was less than 24 hours before we were scheduled […]
The Burden of Insight
As my mother, a counselor and clinical social worker of 30+ years, often notes: Most people are not burdened with insight. I love that observation and have quoted it often, but of course it’s a […]
(Fiction) Mosque of the Jinn
The weak yellow light from the headlights flickered slightly as the car idled, but they shone bright enough to reveal the small placard near the door: SERPENT MOUND PARK. “What is this place?” I stopped […]
(Art) The Enduring Mystique of Qistina Khalidah
A few of these paintings have appeared on this blog before, especially as cover images to snippets from my urban fantasy novel, and for good reason. The works of Malaysian cover artist Qistina Khalidah, AKA […]
(Fiction) Viper & Serpent
I awoke from death, as I had so many times, shivering on a slab. For once, I had not been murdered. This time, I had taken my own life. The body bag that encased me […]
(Art) The Eternal Dusk of Maéna Paillet
Through illustration and photo manipulation, French artist Maena Paillet creates a magical realm of permanent dusk that is as peaceful as it is sinister. Find more by the artist on her ArtStation page.
III. The New Rules
Earlier this week, I summarized both Orwell’s and Umberto Eco’s views on a species of thought, which we might call ideological factionalism, that has always been with us but which seemed to be in retreat, […]
II. The Unending Task
Yesterday I wrote about Orwell’s 1945 essay “Notes on Nationalism,” where nationalism meant a manner of thinking that could attach itself to more than just a state. Orwell says he chose the word because it […]
I. The Emotion I Am Speaking
If you haven’t read Orwell’s “Notes on Nationalism,” it is a classic and a chief example of why he is a writer of the first class. The title is unfortunate, which he admits in the […]
