World Kindness Day is always celebrated on November 13.
That's today! You don't have to do anything particularly grandiose or expensive. World Kindness Day is about the little gestures of kindness that restore faith in humanity.
Kindness Day was born when a collection of humanitarian groups came together on November 13, 1997 and made a “Declaration of Kindness”. Likewise, on Kindness Day everyone is encouraged to make a similar declaration. Donating books, food or clothes to your local community is a great way to celebrate.
If you could do just one...if everyone could do just one random act of kindness like holding a door, giving a compliment, doing a small good deed. For Facebook Users, chat with an old friend you see on line - someone you haven't spoken to recently.
The best part is that it doesn't need to cost a thing.
Earlier in the year I pledged to present one of my Children of Stone Series Characters in detail with an excerpt about once a month. All of my weekly themes have been upbeat. Ironically, my exploration of the series antagonist fell today. Was he kind? Of course he was kind - but only if it served a greater purpose for him. Once he realized a particular person was of no use to him or might stand in the way of his progress, he began to undermine them. This Antagonist is a character based on a man in real history, literature and legend with added speculative characteristics.
The "real" Hordjedtef was a son of Khufu and was second in line to become king after his elder brother Kawab. He is mentioned in the Westcar Papyrus story "Djedi the Magician". Kawab, the first in line, was married to his sister Hetepheres, but Kawab was killed in battle before he could become king. For some reason unknown to any scholar yet, Hetepheres passed over him and chose her younger half-brother Djedephre to be Crown Prince and later King.
Some researchers thought Hordjedtef must have died, but he is shown alive and influential throughout the reign of three more kings and at the beginning of the reign of a fourth - Shepseskaf.
He was the alleged author of the "Teachings of Hardaduf" (Hordjedtef) written to his son Auibre who died young. These teachings were greatly plagarized and re-titled "The Maxims of Ptahhotep". In them he encourages his son to live well and honorably, to plan his eternity well and never cause disgrace.
He became a landed Count of the City of the Hawk and was considered the wisest man alive. Hordjedtef is mentioned as a god of wisdom similar to Imhotep being the god of architecture. His tomb is near the Great Pyramid and he was worshipped for about a century after his death. Mysteriously, the images in his tomb were defaced (a way of public shaming) and his cult fell into disgrace.
A STORY RIPE FOR RE-TELLING
I present Prince Hordjedtef
1. Go ahead and introduce yourself.
My name is Count Prince Hordjedtef Bodily son of Khufu – Iri Nekhen, Great one of Five, Discipline of Djehuti, scholar and teacher to princes.
2.Tell us where and when were you born.
In Ineb Hedj, city of the white wall, the city of the King
3. How would you describe yourself?
Composed, intelligent, articulate, skilled in the ways and numbers of all things. I keep fit and trim as the gods allow and challenge them as they keep ordaining for me to slow down. My height and the smoothness of my face have diminished only slightly over the years.
4. Tell us about where you grew up.
I grew up in the house of my Father Khufu the Great here in Ineb Hedj. It was a well appointed place, spacious and luxurious. I wanted for nothing.
5. How old are you?
Seventy-five sun years, but look not an hour over 60 or younger, even. I’m proud of my health and vigor
6. Did you have a happy childhood?
Why/why not? It was reasonable. I studied all things: sciences languages, the art of warfare, the intelligences. I became interested in the legacies and tools left us by the gods when they walked as men.
I learned early, however, that trust should never be easily given to another – that naivete led to betrayal.
7. Past/ present relationships? How did they affect you?
My sister ruined my life and everything I ever cared to do with it. When my brother Kawab was killed, I was due to become king, but she chose Djedephre, barely out of boyhood. I knew they must have killed him and in months killed my father before he could object. I cried it out to all but was utterly silenced. After that my uncle Djedi consoled me so that I might at least be level. Another princess I pursued after the death of my first wife married a rival of mine too. In time I took a series of wives who bore me daughters, but only one son Auibre. He too, was taken from me.
8. What do you care about?
My studies of the stars, the numbers and their wisdom. Those things I can trust.
9. What are you obsessed with?
The stones of the ntr. They are keys to the secret ways of the gods. If I could obtain them, I might live longer and perhaps become the greatest of kings. I would truly walk as a brother to the gods.
10. Biggest fear?
That I will die first or be forgotten. That the ntr will remain in the hands of this big sojourner who has lately come to study with me.
11. What is the best thing that ever happened to you? The worst? The worst I have already mentioned. The best was bittersweet. Neferhetepes' son by my rival became my apprentice. He has been a true Son of the Heart to me.
12. Most embarrasing thing that ever happened to you?
When my no-good grandson accidentally killed the Princess Meryt when they were at pleasure. The fool was drunk. I had to weave many a fine web to make His Majesty believe she committed suicide.
13. Biggest secret?
What I just said. That I know that truth. That I must exert my self more each day to keep His Majesty’s trust in all matters. It must be done if my household is to advance and myself as well once I have gathered all the tools of the gods.
14. What is the one word you would use to define yourself?
15. What is your current goal?
Were you not listening? I said I am compelled to gather the Ntr and remand them to safekeeping. I have sworn to decipher their energies and powers. That they have fallen into foreign hands is a matter that will be dealt with most completely.
And here's an excerpt from Voices in CrystalIn this, Hordjedtef is young and caring for his mentor Djedi while the elder trains him in magic. One night on an astral journey they learn the what will be later called the Children of Stone are coming to Earth. But then:
Here? Ineb Hedj? They are coming here?
Young Prince Hordjedtef had felt his spirit slam back into his body with such a force that he gasped and sat. These gods, these creatures of high element were forming and coming to his walking and waking world? How had the old man not been startled out of his wits into a stroke of the heart and died on the spot to share this information? The young prince leaned closer for a moment to see if the elder teacher struggled.
Here? Have these beings heard my invocations for justice? I will build them a temple the like of which has never been seen, finer than my brother’s black and white pyr akh rising to the south, finer than his monument to my wicked sister as Skmt.
“I knew it! They will come!” he whispered and took his elder’s hand to rub and warm it; to give the elder some bearings in the waking world. It had been a deep trance; too deep for such an old man. “You see old man, the oracles who spoke at my birth said my name would sound on the lips of men forever.
Now you will see how they spoke truth.”
The power you seek is in the mastery of wisdom.
All else of Earthly and human crown fails
He shook his close-cropped head and stood, breathing and stretching to take in the calmness of the night air.
The elder was awake.
Prince Hordjedtef was about to speak when the old man put his ancient, bent finger to his lips, took his own cleansing breath and smiled. His black eyes twinkled.
“Oh yes, my Highness, they are-- You heard it clearly, too!”
“Here?” the prince paused, incredulous. “I-- I don’t know what to say--” He helped the elder lift himself from the chaise, but quickly realized the old man had gained so much energy during his meditation that he didn’t need any help.
For his unimaginable age of one hundred ten or even more years (which the prince had figured somewhere between eighty or ninety sun years) he moved very well.
Djedi hastened to edge of the rail that bordered the empty roof kitchen where the men always observed the stars, then chuckled, pointing up at the darkness. Tonight, his ancient eyes were fixed on the motion of a certain falling star.
“That star?” he asked, knowing the moving point of light had another explanation. “Master, is it not a great traveling stone lost in the heavens and set ablaze by the fiery rim of the firmament? We do see these messengers that come down in the Tjemehu sand to create Rocks of the God. Is that what you have sought all these years?”
The elder’s eyes closed gently. Hordjedtef knew his question had been quietly dismissed as an ignorant one.
“Such stones do not sing.” The elder smiles, at length. “I would believe it to be the “Children” in their boat of crystal riding aloft. It would glow the same as it passed through the portals of the firmament.
The prince continued staring but sensed nothing more than watchful silence and curiosity coming from that light, as it grew large in the heavens. As men’s eyes fixed on the glittering thing moving across the night sky, a strange, dirge-like song entered both of their thoughts. It was in another language--an informal and rough version of the tongue spoken by the kings of Kina-Ahna and up to the port of Tyre.
The prince gasped at the words he distinguished. He didn’t know many words of that tongue, but he thought he heard the words for “justice”.
Perhaps it is true, he thought. These beings are speaking in the eastern dialect of justice in a message for me, a prince of Kemet?
“Why, would they sing in that language?” he asked
“Ours is not the only land the Neter have visited, young Dede…” Djedi whispered breathlessly.
“Don’t call me that! Twice this very evening. You know I forbid it!” Hordjedtef snapped his head to glare at the elder, rage wakened.
“Forgive me, then” the old man motioned the prince’ attention to the sky one more time. “I did know, but in my joy…”
Hordjedtef looked dully skyward one more time, dimly aware that the object aloft now appeared much larger. In his rage over the injustices which he had suffered, the prince had rejected that popular form of his name in favor of the obverse: Hordjedtef. Djedefhor was too close to the name Djedephre, his brother, his rival and now his king.
“I am thinking they have visited Kina-Ahna and Shinar; perhaps the Shur wastes of the Copper Road too—and who knows what other land.” the elder grinned, no longer concerned about his protégé’s forbidden name.
Before you a spirit protects,
Behind you another,
At your right is Justice,
At your left Goodness,
Fixed on your head are
Witness, Blessing, and Peace,
Your sides are encompassed with Life and Well-being;
How good it is to pray to you,
How blessed to be heard by you!
Shine for one who begs to serve you.
Come bless me this starry night."
The voice rang through the ether of space and time as if it was being carried aloft inside the curious star as it sailed above them. It glittered and grew nearer but it did not come down toward the men standing on the roof.
The prince stared at his teacher aghast as the star faded from their sight, heading even further east.
“Great One…” Prince Hordjedtef stared as his teacher relaxed a little, then turned toward the brick stair that led down to his sleeping room. “What just happened?” The young prince felt the agony welling in his heart that something had gone terribly wrong.
The “star” failed to turn. It didn’t descend or even pause in the direction of the white wall royal city at all. Instead, it hurtled along in its path to a different destiny.
“I thought we both had the message that they were coming here?”
Last week Marc Vun Kannon spoke of his character the Ghost Killer so now I present John Smith.
1. Go ahead and introduce yourself.
They call me John Smith. It's not my real name, but no one knows what that is, not even me. It doesn't matter, I suppose, since we give up our original names when we become Ghostkillers, but it would be nice to know.
Oh, hmm, Ghostkillers? Well, we...kill ghosts. Ghosts are souls that hold onto a stockpile of life. This keeps them in this world after death, but they're not supposed to be here. No, I don't know where they're supposed to be, but it isn't here. In order to get them out of here we kill them a second time, take their stock of life, reopen the door to wherever they're supposed to be, and make them go there. In essence, we save them from themselves.
2.Tell us where and when were you born.
This is a…delicate subject for us, and should you ever interview another Ghostkiller I would recommend you refrain from asking questions of this sort. Ghostkillers, like all who practice the non-natural arts, don’t breed true. We are born from non-Ghostkiller parents, and must leave that life behind when our powers manifest. Consequently, talking about our old lives simply isn’t done.
In my own case, however... I was born on a couch in Baskin House, two centuries ago. Baskin House, as you might know, was the seat of the legendary Baskin Horror-like the movie, yes.
I'm told I killed it; I don't remember it personally, or anything prior to that moment. The ceiling was blue, I thought I was looking at sky.
3. How would you describe yourself?
I wouldn't, heh-heh, unless asked. Physically I am shorter and slighter than most, a product, I suppose, of my forgotten childhood. Funny how that never seems to change, no matter what age I am. I endeavor to maintain a sanguine temperament, however difficult that may be these days. 'Have I been told I talk funny?' Yes, many times. More so, as time wears on. Um...I like opera, if that helps.
4. Tell us about where you grew up.
I would if I knew. Given my coloring and my hair, my nose, too, yes, thank you very much, I would suspect somewhere in the south and the east, possibly the Carpathians, or further. My speech patterns are more dependent on the area around Baskin House, as you may have guessed.
5. How old are you?
I don't know. Again, what little I can say is a matter of deduction. I was a crone at Baskin, almost skeletal, which provides only the barest hint, alas. This appearance of youth I have now is a result of Baskin, one of the main reasons we formed the Ghostkillers and separated ourselves from the normal run of man. While the taking of life from ghosts does impart a certain longevity to the ghostkiller, few spirits have the quantity of life needed to restore youth on any scale, much less one this great. It's neither vigorous nor strong, but we knew that would not deter those who would try to acquire our youth for themselves. Inquisitions have been launched for less.
6. Did you have a happy childhood? Why/why not?
I'm guessing...not. The concept of childhood is younger than I am, even the part of my history that I know about. I would have been expected to work at something.
7. Past/ present relationships? How did they affect you?
It's hard to have a relationship when you know that the other is going to age and die at a very different rate than yourself. It's easiest to stay among my own kind, even if they are all male. My friend Francis got me, all of us, into this current trouble, though, as a consequence of our – I hesitate to call it friendship, but it is as close as we normally get to it. Does sheer terror count as an effect?
Well, the longest relationship I've had with a woman, currently on-going, is decidedly non-romantic. At least, that's how it started. She's a homicide detective, and I was a suspect! For a little while, anyway. It turned out the victim's ghost - Francis', as we later learned - had tagged me for a different reason entirely. Then when his body got up and walked away our partnership became something...rather different. That's where the terror came in. I haven't heard from her in a while, though. I hope she's doing well. I expect she's busy, trying to find either the body or the man who killed it, but I would have thought she'd contact me. We worked well together, I thought.
8. What do you value above all else in life?
Once I would have said nothing, except possibly the end of it. Giving a good one to my 'clients', that is. I suppose if there's a silver lining to this monster hunt, it's that. Made me realize I was in a rut, and gave me a reason to get out of it all at the same time. And here I thought Francis' undead corpse only consumed life! Sorry, graveyard humor there…Sorry again. But to answer your question, I suppose it's memory. I lack most of mine, and the ones I do have could be taken from me at any moment. Some ghosts fight back, you see. We lose memories to them, they force memories upon us. I am not entirely sure how many of the memories I have are really my own, and I’m not sure I want to know.
9. What are you obsessed with?
At the moment? Finding Francis' body before the bloodbath begins. Not that I can be part of that in a direct sense, the people it's most dangerous to are Ghostkillers. Barring that, finding his ghost and putting it down, if I can. Love to know how he did it, and even more why. No ghostkiller has ever made a ghost before, not enough life in us, not to mention no desire for a continuation of life. Something did it for Francis, and I need to know what it was.
10.How do your beliefs make life better for yourself and the people you care about?
The same as yours do for you, I expect. We're not all that different. I have abilities, and I use them to help others and myself. I've never been one to deny others the benefit of my...affliction.
11. Biggest fear?
Poltergeists. Any Ghostkiller would tell you that. Nasty beggers.
12. What line will you never cross?
I will not let Francis turn me into what he has become, I promise you that. The most painful, lingering death is better. No, I most definitely cannot tell you why. You’ll just have to trust me on that.
13. What is the best thing that ever happened to you? The worst? Most embarrassing?
Did I tell you that I composed? Used to. I studied opera, for a time, a happy time. My maiden effort was not well received, alas.
14. Biggest secret?
Ghostkillers International-GI, as most of the world knows it now-was formed to keep our secrets, and to punish Ghostkillers who threaten that secrecy in any way. Our longevity and youth are hardly the greatest of those, either.
15. What is the one word you would use to define yourself?
You just said it. Myself. Vapor, I know, but there is no other word suitable to define any man. Men transcend any definition.
16. What is your current goal?
The police are looking for Francis' killer. GI is looking for Francis' body. Nobody is looking out for Francis, except me. I owe him that much. This morning my psychic friend Denny gave me some hints about the future, and this afternoon my medium friend Miho gave me clues to the past. So tonight I'm going to do my bit and infiltrate GI, get the data from their infernal machines about whatever Francis was up to. And then…find Francis' ghost and send him onward.
I hope you'll wish me luck, although I probably won't need it. He's a ghost, and I'm a Ghostkiller. What could possibly go wrong?
As many of you know,
the genre in which I've always written is a combination of many genre. It is generally fantasy, but has strong elements of Science Fiction, and yet it is set on Earth in the Past. There are also elements of the paranormal and there is Romance. A few months ago I was informed of a hybrid genre which really fit, but now that genre has also divided into two or more sub-categories. It's generally called Science Fantasy or as I call it Science Historical Fantasy.
I was all set to write an article about this when I stumbled upon one recently written by Historical Fantasy author Assaph Mehr, Author of Murder in Absentia - set in an Ancient Rome-like place called Egretia. He says it so much better.
Science Fantasy and Historical Fantasy
Historical Fantasy is “a category of fantasy and genre of historical fiction that incorporates fantastic elements (such as magic) into the narrative. There is much crossover with other sub-genres of fantasy; those classes as Arthurian, Celtic, or Dark Ages could just as easily be placed in Historical Fantasy. Stories fitting this classification generally take place prior to the 20th century.” (Wikipedia)
Essentially, it’s on the range from an historical setting mixing in fantasy elements, to more traditional fantasy but with a setting that is closely based on a particular era in real-Earth’s history.
Even though History is part of the humanities rather than sciences, there is a close correlation to Science Fantasy for authors, in the amount of research needed for a well-crafted story.
This often involves reading volumes of information covering the particular era: from general events such as wars, through profiles of important personages, to aspects of daily life such as available technology and food production. The information can be in any form – from condensed books, to research articles in respectable periodicals, to looser online articles. There are even groups practicing “experimental archaeology” and recreating anything from sword fighting techniques (from fighting manuals) to cuisine (from surviving original cookbooks and literary descriptions) to hairstyles (based on statues). A lot of this information is available in video format over the Internet.
However the information is gathered, it is the level detail and authenticity in the novel that separates Historical Fantasy from “just” fantasy. The author has to do the same amount (or almost the same) amount of research as good historical fiction authors – and then add the layer of “what if” that drives speculative fiction.
The research work for the author is significant. First, we must understand that there are many gaps in what we actually know, sometimes more gaps than direct evidence. Second, is that a lot of the evidence we do have is suspect – be it the interpretation of archaeological data, or the bias of contemporary written sources. It is the role of historians to piece together a continually changing image of what life was back then, and of the author to continually educate themselves.
Then come the world-building aspect that characterizes Sci-Fi and Fantasy. More questions are raised, around the effects that the fantastical elements (be it magic or advanced technology) have on human society, the culture, the individual, plot elements from medical to security, etc. One must do so not arbitrarily, but in the historical contest of the chosen period, to preserve the delicate plausible historical “feel” of the setting.
When done well, the results can be extremely satisfying. Some very famous authors have made this sub-genre popular in recent years – Guy Gavriel Kay and Diana Gabaldon come to mind. The real world aspects usually result in a world that is far more convoluted than a single mind can imagine. Describing the Roman emperor eating an (historically accurate) jellyfish and brains custard, is at once more familiar and therefore more shocking, then describing an alien ‘Gagh’ or ‘Spoo’. When care is taken to research not just grand events but daily life, the level of realism that draws the reader in and immerses them can grow exponentially.
On the other end of the spectrum, the fantasy aspects of the story add a little pizzazz to the story, something that has been captivating audiences throughout the ages. The result is a setting that is rich, immersive, and exciting.
And now we introduce Bill McCormick
1. Who are you as a person. I’m Bill McCormick, this dude who survived the entertainment industry and now writes sci-fi. I’m a hot sauce junkie, lover of upbeat music from all over the world, and a huge fan of this redhead who keeps waking up in my bed. I’m also fond of vodka and nicotine.
2. How long have you been a writer?
I’ve been writing since I was a kid. In the 70’s I wrote a script that got turned into a play at my high school. My grandmother was impressed. The universe? Not so much. In the 80’s I worked for an ABC radio affiliate and started writing for local music magazines. By the turn of the century I was writing for blogs and other magazines. However I didn’t start writing fiction for public view, as opposed to the fiction I included in my resumes wherein I claimed to be a Norse God, until 2010. I’d lost my job, my home, and my wife, so I figured why not? In 2011 I got my first short, And the Beat Goes Phut, published and haven’t looked back since.
3. Are you Traditionally or Indie published?
I’m traditionally published by a small company called Azoth Khem. They’re run by two ladies, Nancy Chandler and Kasey Hill, who’ve been involved in publishing for years but only recently started this imprint.
4. What writers inspired you? Favorite Authors?
Harlan Ellison, Octavia Butler, David Brin, Anne McCaffrey, and many others.
5. What is your book/series about (elevator speech or quick tweet post)
The preface deals with the death of every man, woman, and child on the planet. My story is about what happens next. Apocalypses are funny that way.
6. What is the setting and genre?
A far future Chicago. It’s been called dystopian humor. I can live with that.
7. Who is your favorite character from your book and why?
I tend to like Sland the most. He started out as a throw away character, just there for laughs, and grew into this fascinating, profane and profound, being who demanded my attention. I actually changed a ton of the last third of the trilogy just to give him the attention he deserved.
8. What character is most like you?
Not sure there is one. There are facets of me in all of them. I tend to bust my various moods out and develop them individually to create each character.
9. If you had a supernatural power, what would it be?
My girlfriend already kids people that I’m Wolverine. I tend to heal quickly and not much bothers me. But, if I had to choose, I’d like telekinesis. The things I’d have fun moving with my mind would be legendary. Assuming I managed to avoid jail time.
10. Would you say your book has a message or underlying theme? What is it?
The Bible promises us a world without end. It says nothing about humans being around to enjoy it. The thing about The Brittle Riders is that the titular characters look for embers of hope amongst the ruins. I think we tend not to do that in our daily lives and are lesser for it.
11. How are you marketing your book?
YAY! I’m not. Thank God. My idea of marketing runs along the lines of “I tweeted a tweet, why didn’t I sell a million copies?” That said, I am a professional web designer and have a shit-ton (as in, I’m old) of experience as a video editor, so I am able to provide tools other authors may not. There are video teasers for almost everything I’ve done and they get shared a lot. I also designed my own web site (link below).
12. Is there one person past or present you would meet and why?
Well, it would have to be present. I’ve found that dead people don’t talk much and never buy a round. I suppose I’d like to meet Roger Shawyer, inventor of the EM Pulse drive that throw’s Newton’s 2nd Law of Thermodynamics right out the window and still works. There is no way a concept that twisted came from “let’s have a salad and think this through.”
13. A wonderful thing has happened! Hollywood wants to make a movie of your book! You get to pick the actors & actresses. You want________________for your lead characters.
The story revolves around five characters, none of whom really take the lead.
Some people, including an agent who wanted to turn it into a YA novel (given the booze, sex, and violence therein, that was a bad idea), have suggested Vin Diesal to play R’Yune, a human/wolf hybrid who’s mute.
Geldish, being under five feet tall, and a skeleton with flaming eyes, would have to be CGI, I suppose. Sland is powerful and short so I have no clue there. Maybe Hiroyuki Sanada. He’s got the physical chops needed and a costume could bulk him up.
N’leha, the African succubus, could be portrayed by Zoe Saldana, as long as she doesn’t mind being topless a lot.
BraarB, is a mutant centaur so someone less dainty, like Ali Larter, would work. She, too, would have to be comfortable topless. Although, given some promo pics I’ve seen of both actresses, I don’t see it being a problem.
14. What music do you hear (what songs) remind you of your story?
"This Corrosion" by Sisters of Mercy, "Oi Divchino" by the Ukrainians, "Thank You Falettinme Be Mice Elf Agin by Sly and the Family Stone, "It’s a Man’s World" by James Brown, "Get a Grip by The Stranglers", I Love You in Your Tragic Beauty by the Legendary Pink Dots, and many more.
15. What Favorite foods?
I love raw seafood, anything spicy, and have threatened to blow a sailor for a Twix. Fortunately they sell those in stores now so it’s not so urgent.
16. What makes you laugh/cry?
There’s an old Yiddish saying, “If you want to hear God laugh, make a plan.” Watching people try to micromanage their lives always makes me smile. That said, I don’t cry often but, when I do, it involves someone close to me.
17. What do you want written on your head stone and why?
Nothing, I’m donating the usable pieces to science and burning the rest.
18. Other than writing do you have any hobbies?
Music, working with kids, studying theology, cooking. I’m actually not half bad in the kitchen.
19. What TV shows/films do you enjoy watching?
Anything with a cape in it and I’m in the theater. I’m finally catching up on Game of Thrones, and liking it. Otherwise, all the CSI stuff, expect LA & Miami, and the NCIS stuff. I like practical sci-fi.
20. If you were not a writer what else would you like to have done?
Well, I tried stripping, modeling, and being a professional DJ, so I think I’d just like to own a small bar that serves cheese curds.
21. What are you working on right now?
The prequel/sequel to The Brittle Riders. It’s called Goptri of the Mists. I’m also hard at work on the scripts for the comic book series Legends Parallel, the graphic novel Pestilent, the comic book (God, I hope it becomes a series) Alokia The Kaiju Hunter, plus a ton of stuff for different anthologies.
22. What future plans do you have in writing?
Keep doing it.
23. What links or website do you have? List them below.
http://BillMcSciFi.com is my site and it has links to free short stories people can read and to all the great stuff they can buy. There’s more there than you might imagine.
Well that's all the time I have this week, so Say it and Do it Folks
Keep on Writing, Reading and Reviewing
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