Sunday, February 28, 2021

The Stranger in the Library

The Stranger in the Library

Seamus King






    Lightning flashed across the grey-clad heavens, the flash of white light piercing the rainy haze and illuminiating the ancient brick buildings of Mortlake University. Tucked on a small hill just beyond East Bay's urban sprawl, its neatly clipped lawns and small stands of venerable trees gave it a sense of belonging to different time and place than the smog-stained streets of the city. Thunder rolled in the lightning's wake, and deep within the walls and seas of books of the Edward Kelley Memorial Library a young woman looked up, adjusting her glasses, a surprised look on her face as she just now became aware of the weather. Erin Scriver's hands fell to the sides of the massive tome she had been studying as she peered toward the narrow window at the pounding rain. "Well," she murmed.  "Alright."  She glanced down at the book and sighed.  "Rain.  What a surprise."

Wednesday, February 24, 2021

How to be a Freelance Editor

 How to be a Freelance Editor

A Few Tips and Ideas about the Freelance Editing Game

Seamus King




I have been messaged a few times lately about my experiences as a freelance editor; how I got started, what it's like, and how others could pursue it as a career.  I've been doing this gig for nearly twenty years now, ever since I was a young man who simply read all the time. I have done contract work for big publishers, edited dissertations, articles for scholary journals, short stories and books both fiction and non, and I have picked up a few things along the way. Today we'll start with the basics: Building the Skillset.

Sunday, February 21, 2021

Death on the Sea

Death on the Sea

A Tale of Viking Horror

Seamus King




    The grey waves beat against the rocky shore, stirred to fury by a wind that howled across the water with a haunting, hungry voice.  Storms twisted in the sky, and Thor's laugh rolled through the heavens as lightning flashed in jagged blue-white bolts.

Wednesday, February 3, 2021

The Hungering Fog


The Hungering Fog

A Tale of Fanged Horror

Seamus King



    A heavy grey hung over the city. No one was quite certain where the smog ended and the fog began, just that it was everywhere and clung to everything like a burial shroud. Its omnipresent gloom stifled both sound and light... and something hungry stalked within the dark.  The wet, clammy footsteps could be heard clearly, even through the endless mist.

Remergence

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