The words scraped along the lowest registers of the MESH, giving off enough distortion to rouse Mara from an idle daydream about the minibar back in her hotel room. She’d barely glanced at it when she checked in, but in the hours since, she’d imagined all sorts of wonderful spirits behind the pay-for-play glass door. Now the image of those gleaming bottles shimmered and broke down, replaced a...
The last echoes of a summer storm were passing when Lucas heard a voice say, “I can’t find my glasses.”
Miguel bristled at the sudden interruption. He’d been hunched over the chassis of an MX soldado for almost an hour, trying like hell to remove its biochip without discharging any of the small but powerful capacitors. Hearing Frankie’s voice in the back of his skull wasn’t anything new, but the image he sent of dark clouds from in from Port Bagdad blotted out Miguel’s hands. For a moment, the...
I was finishing up my last edits on Brigham Plaza when the quarantine hit, so I couldn't join my fellow writers in celebrating "all this extra free time" we had to write. But now that the book is with my editor, I've actually been using some of this "totally not anxiety- and stress-filled time" to do some exploratory writing. And you know what, faithful blog reader? It's nice. It's real nice and...
All morning, Isla had stared at the water collecting in the shallow basin at the front of the cave, imagining a complex series of pulleys and levers that could transport the water the five short feet to where the rock graded down toward the ocean. Cutting through the rock would be impossible—she couldn’t think of a tool capable of cutting something that hard—so the solution would have to be...
March 12th was a Thursday, and I had taken a half-day from work to go see Megan about a new tattoo. While there, we discussed the only news story that mattered: the corona virus. How would it affect business? Can you believe they cancelled SXSW? What would the future hold? An hour later, with my arm wrapped and tender to the touch, I said goodbye with what Fox News once called a terrorist fist...
Aside from a few interesting titles like Arizona Sunshine and Rick & Morty VR, there haven't been a lot of GREAT titles in VR. There are zombie simulators and gun range simulators, but I've probably spent more time in Google Earth than anything else. So it was with complete gut-dropping glee that I heard Valve was releasing a new Half-Life story exclusively in VR. Of course, there was that little...
It's Corona Days on Planet Earth right now, and everyone with a birthday in the last two weeks or upcoming twelve months is lamenting how they won't get to celebrate their big bash. Normally, I wouldn't add my name to the list of complainers, but it's not every day that you turn 40 years old. Today's 4F4 is from my private celebration of making it to middle age. I remember...
I don't have a good sense of how much Dom wanted to be a mom. All I can reference is how much effort she puts into Matador, and based on that, I can only assume she's wanted to be a mom for longer than she's been alive. Today's 3F3 is a photo of Matador's Halloween costume that Dom made from scratch. I remember...
It's only natural that when you become a parent, you start thinking about all the things you used to do before you became a parent. "We used to be cool," you say. You end up trying to reclaim some of those younger days, even if they weren't as awesome as you remember. Today's 3F3 is from the time we went back to ACL... and remembered why it had been so long since we went! I remember...
