CM Simpson: Writer & Gamer

 Meanwhile, on the readings channel, we have a short piece about a man hiding in the attic, hoping for the dropships to come: youtu.be/3hpTNPQZrOk  

Today's flash fiction reading is a simple science-fiction escape story. Enjoy :-)

Today's flash fiction reading :-)

Saya memutuskan seharusnya melanjutkan belajar bahasa Indonesia...dan barangkali lebih baik kalau membagikan proses itu di sini. Maaf minta di muka ketika kesalahan dibuat saya. Bersikaplah yang baik. Saya akan mulai dengan menerjemahkan tulisan saya, dan barangkali akan berbicara hal-hal yang lain juga. Terjemahan Satu Naik di Dunia Saya tinggal di apartemen sudut di sembilan puluh lima Jalan Pernikahan - atau dilakukan, satu ketika. Saya akan suka mengatakan saya merindukan apartemen itu, tapi tidak betul. Dilihat saya sebagai tempat perlindungan, tapi hampir kuburan saya. Saya melakukan satu perkerjaan terlalu banyak, pergi turun ke sisi-planet untuk menghindari panas, berharap pada Hades sudah bepergian cukup jauh...kecuali tidak ada tempat yang pernah akan menjadi itu. Mereka mendatang untuk saya di malam, sama seperti taman di penuhi oleh bayangan senja, dan lorong-lorongnya dirubah menjadi kolam tinta oleh gelap. Saya melihatnya di monitor, di multi-warna infra-merah., kemudian ...

Things have been progressing slowly over on my writer's channel on Youtube, however, this short reading came out today.    Nothing survives in a vacuum, however, and yesterday, when I was editing it, I had a follow-on piece come to mind. Slated to appear in Another 366 Days of Flash Fiction, the next collection of flash, this draft piece looks at what came after the events in the reading. Recruitment in Recovery Conway came to see me himself. After I’d refused to respond to his recruiting center’s invite…and ignored his emails, texts and calls. Seems there’s only so far you can move when you’re in the tank, and the client is one of your company’s major funding points. “Any reason you don’t want to hear what I have to say?” he asked. The man was straight to the point, I’d give him that. I just stared at him. There’s something to be said for regen tanks, but privacy isn’t part of it. At least he kept his eyes on my face. “I did make sure I got you into the car,” h...

This month, I nearly didn't make it. I'd gotten sick, gotten distracted by changes in other things I was doing, gotten a little depressed because things weren't actually working, and was in a bit of an overall funk as I worked out how to change direction and get moving again. At the beginning of November I guesstimated I had around 20,000 words to go on it in the 100 or so pieces of flash I needed to write to finish the book...and then the forward and the author's notes on top of that. I just wanted to give it up...but I didn't. I got to work to see if I really could manage not to fail, this time, and still do a good job. This is the result: Great Publishing Challenge : Milestone 6 Book 6: Another 365 Days of Flash Fiction Due: November 20, 2022 Uploaded On: November 18, 2022 Due for Release On: November 18, 2022 Type: A collection of mixed-genre and cross-genre flash fiction of varying lengths between 6-1000 words Content Breakdown:   total pieces-365: Flash...

 It's been a long road to getting this one complete and ready to publish, but I'm in the last stages, now. 365 pieces of flash, one author forward and some author notes, later, and it's over 120,000 words long, and traveling the spectrum of science fiction to fantasy to a few variations in between. The piece I started the day formatting is this one: ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alien Invasion (II)   Joseph wanted the world. He’d seen it from the liner as it docked at the orbital and fallen in love with it straight away. “How much?” he demanded from its representatives, but they’d shaken their heads. “Our home is not for sale,” they told him. “It is the only one we’ve got.” “But I want to own it,” Joseph protested, but they’d stood firm. “No.” And he’d thrown a fit, storming from the room like the spoilt brat he was—and then calling in the fleet. What he could not buy, he took. The planet’s inhabitants came for him in ...