A Mutual Arrangement
About 3500 words A Mutual Arrangement By Televassi Cael caught his admirer's eye as soon as the equine 'taur trotted into the cafe, but it wasn't exactly eye to eye. Even though he saw the cute stallion out of the corner of his eyes, he knew the...
Writing Advice: What Makes You Write?
Writing Advice: What Makes You Write? Or, alternatively titled: Why Do You Want to Write? In thinking about the next bit of advice to follow up on my previous post talking about helpful tips to consider before you get down to the writing, I hit a...
To Your Own Defences
About 8000 words To Your Own Defences By Televassi They sat in the roundhouse watching the flames, waiting like the ancestors had done centuries before. "Do you think it's true, Artos?" Gwenhwyer sighed, poking the scrawny fox beside...
Room 3621
Room 3621 By Televassi It had been a whirlwind so far, as all good conventions were. Bumping into old friends, making new ones, and struggling to pin down a couple of elusive characters between hectic schedules. The bar was a hive of activity. The...
Another Coyote
Another Coyote By Televassi "Do you know why your progenitors came to space?" Xolotl startled the coyote with their question. The words made the canine's hackles rise and eyes widen, but it was the yelp that he produced that made it sound like...
Writing Advice: Show, Tell, Adverbs and Others
Writing Advice: Show, Tell, Adverbs and Others In the last couple of entries, I've covered a number of topics on the periphery of actual writing: things to consider before getting started to get in a productive space, examining motivation. It's...
Zeke's Blue Hole
About 6500 words Zeke's Blue Hole By Televassi It happened early this morning. The sight was hypnotising, imprinted on my eyes. But it had nothing to do with diving. At least, directly. The cabin we shared on the ship was cramped, but at least it...
Backseat Driving
Backseat Driving By Televassi I hurtled down the narrow ribbon of asphalt; wind whipping through my fur and the sun in my eyes. The smell of gasoline filled each breath and the thunder of the Mustang's 5.0L V8 rattled my bones. I'd always pretended...
A 'Helping' Mage-Hand
A 'Helping' Mage-Hand "This had better be good, half-horse!" The fox grumbled and eyed up the tavern's crowded bar. "My training contract says nothing about doing overtime." He resumed glowering at the wild-looking centaur warrior corralling him...
Coffee-Shots
Coffee-Shots By Televassi The problem with the bohemian lifestyle is that it promises a tempting idyll, but none of the security, nevermind practicalities, required to make it work. But when I swore myself to it I wasn't interested in answering...
Writing Advice: Before You Write
Writing Advice: Before You Write I've been mulling over the idea of doing a couple of writing tutorials lately, to share my experiences since I started writing a good decade ago now. Hopefully what follows here will be helpful to you; either providing...
Wishful Thinking
Wishful Thinking By Televassi "Hey, we're closing in ten!" Atali called out, in lieu of any automated announcement. The white wolf leaned over the counter, trying to catch the eye of the final customer of the day - an elusive coyote slinking between...