Jack of Harts

I’m stretching my legs at the moment.

After months of writing my monster hunter stories and getting a half-dozen of them accepted for publishing, I’m back to writing pure science fiction again. I didn’t know how much I’d love doing the real world fantasy I’ve been doing. I hesitate to call it urban fantasy because only one of them was in a city, and that one had no magic it. Just the more granular magic of John Moses Browning.

But this week I’m writing science fiction again, and it feels like I’m wrapping myself up in an old friend. First I’ve been working on an actual fan story. Transformers. The toys that turn into cars and such. Not the power convertors. It’s a redo of a story I did decades ago, and I’m having fun. And second I’m working on a little story about an alien family trying to survive in interstellar space. And by alien, I mean each member is part of another alien race. A mixed up family trying to survive the crisis that occurs.

Just a little cleansing of the creative palette. I’m enjoying it a lot. It’s just fun to do the jam again. To stretch my legs and play in the stars. 🙂