Sunday Six: The Cop

Today's Sunday Six from Chapter Four of Book of Death:

A motorcycle cop I hadn't noticed jumped off his bike, pulled his service revolver, and shot it into the Indian with six cracks of bullets being fired.  It had no effect other than sending burning splinters of wood flying.  The cop suddenly looked frightened, and was gripping his billy club but taking no further action.

People were screaming loudly now.  I looked around, looking for an escape.  If I could teleport away I might escape, but I could see no clear place to teleport to. 

What is it?

My friend, Sare, blogged about this iPhone app called MarbleCam.  It takes pictures and manipulates them.  Here's one I took (and had manipulated).  What do you think it is?

Text Silliness

The other day (okay, Wednesday) I drove to a town about 100 miles away to interview a guy for a freelance writing assignment.  I stopped at a fast food restaurant to use their bathroom and get something to drink.  And I saw a casual dining restaurant across the street that my wife likes.  So I texted her:

Snow, Again?

They (the National Weather Service) is once again predicting snow for our area tomorrow.  However, temps will be above freezing so it will no doubt melt pretty quickly and just make things wet and muddy.  Winter is upon us and the real snow will come soon.  I think I'll put my snow tires on next week.

It's Over!

The election is finally over.  I don't live in a swing state and I was sick of the ads.  I can't imagine living in Ohio.  I often wish there was a way to limit the campaigns to six weeks or something.  But that gives huge advantages to incumbents who always have the ear of the media.  I'm afraid there are no perfect solutions other than avoid media completely every four years.

So it's over.  At least until the run up to the midterms in 2014.

Sunday Six: Skin

Today's six sentence Sunday from Chapter Three of Book of Death:

Skin was against mine as I woke: warm, soft, skin that pulsated with life pressed against my body.  I realized Ernestine was cuddling with me as I dozed.  I smiled and turned to face her.
"Good morning," she said with a smile, those brown eyes seeming to sparkle.
"Good morning," I said, grinning.  I had no idea what time it was, but I knew we hadn't slept much after she dropped her towel.

The Origins of The Adept Series

Today I stop by Speculative Friction to discuss the origins of the Adept Series (Hammer of Thor, Agent of Artifice, and of course, Book of Death).  Check it out (the blogger just happens to live in the same town I do, too!).