Just a poem I wrote a long time ago... |
I do not notice as the time passes
I could only guess the day if asked
My mind wonders to happy places as I work
Some I have been to and many that are only dreams
From my window I so...
Posted by Mark Board on Thu, 12 Jun 2008 02:10:00 PST |
The Dove |
The dove landed carefully on a thorny branch to admiring the petals laden with morning dew.
A man sat not far away; so still as to be a statue.
The dove flew to his side; curious to f...
Posted by Mark Board on Tue, 06 May 2008 01:04:00 PST |
A blast in the park (Part of my book Ana) |
She left the ship and started toward the parking lot. The full moon made it easier to see her way but not well enough to see the man sitting at the park table until almost past him.&nb...
Posted by Mark Board on Thu, 13 Mar 2008 01:36:00 PST |
So you want to make money as a writer... |
I thought this Blog by a professional SF writer gives a good look into the money part of writing.
http://www.scalzi.com/whatever/004893.html
(Bottom line; don't count on it to pay the bi...
Posted by Mark Board on Fri, 08 Feb 2008 08:48:00 PST |
The Monk (From my book Ana) |
As his game character traveled along the edge of a stream heading back to town, he came upon a person sitting at the edge of the water. He wore only a brown robe with no weapons so Tom thought h...
Posted by Mark Board on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 01:55:00 PST |
Start of my book... |
The traveler leaned into the wind that had picked up during the day. He longed for a place to put down his pack and rest, just for a while. Then, through the snow he could see the outline ...
Posted by Mark Board on Thu, 17 Jan 2008 10:05:00 PST |
