  
Young Adult
Young Adult    |
Writing is a labor of love by which those who possess the Gift of Story-Telling reach out to the world and make it a little bit better by their labors.
It is also a complex, time-consuming process, fraught with missteps and the need to understand many subtile tricks not apparent to the untrained eye. Even those with good language skills can easily get lost in the maze of plot progressions, story arcs and character evolutions.
And for all the effort put in, the chances of the unknown author making it through the traditional 'New York Market' are dismal at best. It is disheartening for the up-and-coming generation of spec fi authors to think that their labors are in vain, but the sad truth is that the present system just doesn't work for newcomers: which brings us here.
The rise of Print On Demand and downloadable formats like Kindle and ePub have changed the publishing world. Now the only thing keeping the would-be author from publication is the knowledge to do and the will to act. And therein lies the rub: for the road to self-publication has many potholes and blind ends.
The Written Wyrd* is a literary trust created by a typical self-published author who has been down this road. The goal is to support self-published and small press authors and cover artists by recounting my own efforts, successes, and failures in order to smooth the journey for others.
The works listed at the edges of this page are my own efforts at independent authorship, which I offer world-wide as a charitable activity. The income is used to support new authors and cover artists with technical advice and resources on this site. The goal is to help them develop their skills and get their names before the reading public - to provide them that little edge which can make the difference between a wannabe and someone with honest accomplishments in hand.
So please come in, look around, explore the world of speculative fiction as seen through the eyes of the self published author, and above all, enjoy! To begin your writing journey. Check out our to review our offerings. All proceeds from sales go to support interest in speculative fiction and the efforts of self-published and small press authors. Thank you for your time and interest. I hope you enjoy these efforts. All my best, * The term 'Wyrd' is Olde English for one's fate or destiny, as in 'he met his wyrd'. A Special Appeal To The Industry Established Writers, Publishers, SMOF, Please Read. The Ideas Board Ways You Can Promote The Art Form.
For Your Consideration: The rotary made it safely to Snow Shed 47, but unknown to them the damage was done. The vibrations from their diesel weren't much-most people would consider it mildly annoying-but it didn't take much to upset the delicate balance on the mountains already destabilized by the earlier blasting. They were just entering shed 47 when a dollop of snow fell from a pine tree high up on the slope. It knocked loose a minor slide, which gained strength as it flowed down hill. By time anyone would have seen anything, momentum and gravity were firmly in control. The slide kept building, knocking more and more of the overburden loose until what started as a trickle became a white tidal wave carrying rocks and broken trees with it as it thundered down on the right of way.
As luck would have it, the avalanche reached the track just as the lead Amtrak unit rounded the curve and took the blow square on its chin. The wall of snow engulfed the two locomotives, lifting the first bodily and carrying it down slope. The second unit was tumbled on its side and dragged along by the first, as was the baggage car before the coupler shank was ripped bodily out, leaving the car dangling sideways over the cliff. The rest of the train, mercifully, was sheltered from the worst by the cut leading to Tunnel 13. The first two passenger cars were rocked to one side, throwing the passengers to the floor in a heap, but remained on their wheels. Further back, the other passengers were thrown off their feet by the sudden stop.
Does Mars have Leap Year days?
From The News Room
Famous Last Words "Hell of a note when your guilty conscience is your only friend in the whole wide world."
(Admiral MacKenna - 'MacKenna')
|
       |
.
