MDNeu describes himself as a passionate fiction writer with a love for travel. Living in the heart of Silicon Valley (San Jose, California) and growing up around technology, he’s always been fascinated with what could be. Specifically, he’s drawn to Science Fiction and Paranormal television and novels. His inspiration has come, among others, from Continue reading “A Chat with MDNeu”
I had to cut out most of this forum scene describing historic events, but thought someone might find it more interesting than a simple chronology.
Rhythmic beating resounds from the street outside, getting louder all the time. People rush around, shouting. Boys drag each other out into the street as the sounds of drumming and heavy boots increase. Several young men sidle off through a side archway. What’s going on? Continue reading “The sun was dark for a year!”
I’ve tried something new – a reading from my WIP, in which the runaway slave girl Virna tells Silvanus how she came by those ominous lashes. If you watch to the end, you’ll even see what she looks like…
Here’s the link.
I’ve done this in aid of a Philippine project to make books available to the general public by opening libraries in public schools around the country.
#ReadOutLoudChallenge @nbsalert @georgia.cua @clare.weiner @sabrina.haslimeier.3
Here’s the draft cover for my book. I’d be interested to hear how it comes over. All comments are most welcome.
Silvanus and Virna sit beside the dying Cerbonius.
He takes their hands and nods for some moments. “I have much I would wish to say to young people such as yourselves about the primal concerns and dangers of life.”
“Good Father, we are eager to learn whatever you think important.”
“First, let us remember that Almighty God created this earth for His pleasure and judged His work to be very good. Continue reading “Old Treasures and New”
As well as a knife, spoon, and fork, this implement provides a spike, spatula and small pick. The spike might have helped in extracting the meat from snails, and the spatula in poking sauce out of narrow-necked bottles: the pick could have served as a tooth-pick.
While many less elaborate folding knives survive in bronze, this one’s complexity and the fact that it is made of silver suggest it is a luxury item, perhaps a useful gadget for a wealthy traveller.
Cerbonius again took a seat on his favourite boulder and Silvanus sat at his feet. Then the Bishop told him a parable, saying:
‘A certain farmer lived with his wife and two young sons on a small island. Their possessions consisted of little more than a simple hut, several hens, three goats, a few vines and an ancient olive tree. Although the family meticulously gathered most of the olives, fermenting them in clay pots using rock salt, some were found by the hens and wild birds. Continue reading “Fate or Fortune?”
One day Cerbonius went up to his favourite boulder and sat down. When Silvanus took his place next to him, the Bishop told him a parable, saying:
‘A father asked his sons to follow him. Procius maintained he was old enough to decide for himself what to do. Gallus, hesitated, then decided to join his older brother. So the father went out alone. Continue reading “The Father’s Will”
“Kill your darlings!” they say. Oh, how it hurts to have to cut carefully crafted episodes out of my manuscript, just to comply with the expected word count.
Here is one such incident that that had to go. It took place on the Isle of Capraria, very near the end of the book. Continue reading “Collatio”