|Posted on Saturday, April 01, 2006 - 12:14 pm: |
Anyone want to publish this trilogy?
Probably the only DF Lewis long fiction in his eventful life of writing.
See his CV here:
Read most of his previously published work here:
If you are to publish the trilogy, it would need to be done quickly so it would have to head your publication list as far as timing is concerned.
|Posted on Saturday, April 01, 2006 - 01:39 pm: |
Although this is April 1st, the above is not a joke.
|Posted on Sunday, April 02, 2006 - 05:31 am: |
Several queries coming through. :-)
|Posted on Saturday, April 08, 2006 - 12:48 am: |
Someone wrote this on a thread elsewhere:
Stay informed and don't let this weird new disease, or any disease, catch you off-guard!
I think, if we are horror authors, we should incorporate themes arising from Bird Flu in our fiction, for a magical catharsis that fiction provides. I've been doing that for many months in my first set of novels (a trilogy called 'The Tenacity Of Feathers') and I quote an extract below from the 2nd novel, 'Klaxon City'.
“What are those chambers?”
He pointed to some unusually constructed areas uplifted into a huge portholed lobe of swollen earth membrane.
“They’re the Healing Chambers.”
Greg and Beth were taken into one. There they found creatures that evidently had once been human like them – but now suffering from Bird Flew. Each body (including face) was currently being cream mudbathed with Angevin (a new discovery of its curative qualities in addition to its known dream-masking) to remove feathers at their root so they would not return. Each patient – to have been admitted to this particular chamber and its specialist healing process – had been forced to show the depth of their illness by actually proving they could fly: hence the name of their disease. One was in such a state of desperation – because, having once flown, to be treated he or she needed to show they couldn’t fly any more, a method that necessitated the painful process of plucking. Those that were incurable and more intrinsically (indelibly) Bird Flown or still-Bird-Flying (albeit only in dreams) were forced from their beds and frog-marched next door to what was called a lethal chamber.
One patient was jerking in his or her own bed – as if pitifully trying to fly from within the heavy quilt. The nurses – who themselves were not dissimilar to human-like ostriches – continued, undeterred, the painful process of plucking that did not seem out of place amid all the wailing noises.
As Greg and Beth left – after their tour as tourists – they spotted a long winding queue of hopping creatures leading to one of the notorious lethal chambers. Some hopped a few feet into the air and then flopped back. Greg averted his eyes. None of this would go in the book.
|Posted on Saturday, April 08, 2006 - 04:02 am: |
In other words, I'm using the Horror genre to help people keep alive to read more Horror!