by Doug Lefler “They’re bringing Frank Frazetta around for a tour!” my co-worker informed me. I was at the drawing board in my cramped office. Indirect light filtered through my window that faced the courtyard of our building. “But we’re not supposed to ask for his autograph.” “Excuse me?” I asked. “The boss
The Mysterious Passengers “Inform your Mistress that this will not stand.” The surf was teasing the launch’s stern while three Krimsian Guards waited in the sand near the vessel’s bow. The sky and the beach were white, with sea birds attracted by the novelty of humans on their shores. “You have been paid in
1 “Overboard” “I probably deserve this,” Durn thought when the guards threw him from the forecastle of the Xebec. He felt a rush of warm evening air before the cruel ocean swallowed him. When he broke the surface of the water seconds later, Durn saw his former ship plowing relentlessly toward the horizon. The lanterns
Ideas are plentiful. They surround us every day. Most of these flare for a moment or two and are content to fade away. Some are persistent. Many years ago, an idea was pestering me. It was a little story about art school, and I had big adventures to write. To get it out of my
Sometimes you know a new project is not going to end well, but you have to commit to it anyway and jump in with both feet.