Themes in The Audacity Gambit

Want some more noodling about the writing process of The Audacity Gambit? Like you have a choice. Let’s talk themes. I’ll outline them even. Trailer parks I grew up in a double-wide trailer on the outskirts of, what was at the time, a 13,000-ish population town. I lived between there and what could politely be called a township—there was a payphone box, even—of a couple hundred-ish. A good percentage of people I knew lived in trailer parks, which was rather different than the acre of land our mobile home was…

Sleeping

1. There was a princess.   2. Prince Frances, stalwart and true, stood before the wall of thorns and contemplated his approach. He looked up, following the thick growth as it twisted and snagged up crenellated walls and towers. There was a castle beneath the briar and, if rumour proved true, a princess in magical sleep, awaiting a kiss. Frances hadn’t rescued a princess before, though he was familiar with quests and had won a few. The sword he jabbed experimentally at the thorns had been dipped in the blood…

Comparative

I have a year long plan. This month is dedicated to writing. If he’d had a choice, Dean wouldn’t have gone to old man Gatson’s, but he hated making his own batteries and there was little argument that the codger produced some of the best. Hopping down from the open-sided bus with a wave at the driver, Dean unslung the folding wire cart from his shoulders and wheeled it across buckled pavement that ran like a moat around the strip mall. There was a city project to tear up some…

Primp

I have a year long plan. This month is dedicated to writing. This is set in the same world as The Devil’s Music, it’s longer, but there’s no good middle point so I’m doing a jump instead of posting it in two bits. “Shove over Mags, it’s a blasted mirror, not your lover, share it.” “Ah Torrie, I’d share both, you know that.” The two girls kissed at the air and giggled, turning in unison to the vanity, lit perfectly on all sides by a spectrum of bulbs. A third…

Morningstar (part 2)

I have a year long plan. This month is dedicated to writing. Part 1 of Morningstar here. The problem, Babe was finding, was that she was hiding too well.  Her plan for this round of their macabre game of tag involved enticing Allenie onto her chosen ground.  Which was going to be difficult if she couldn’t be found. Their release had been staggered.  After Babe’s coffin unsealed she checked Allenie’s.  The observation port was opaqued.  The other woman could still be in the cryodoc, sleeping or listening to the machine’s…