Graeme Smith - Writing the Bright Fantastic

Graeme Smith

Writing the Bright Fantastic

So here we are – Writing the Bright Fantastic. Stay a while. If it's winter where you are, pull a chair over by the fire. If it's summer, there's virtual beer in the virtual cooler, virtual wine for those who virtually never drink beer, and virtual lemonade for those who don't wine :-). The sun's out - er. unless it's raining. Or maybe snowing. Or... but nobody wants to read the weather report (Sorry - a writer joke(blush)). OK. Sitting comfortably? Then let's begin.

It wasn't a dark and stormy night...

Graeme Smith - Much Ado about Dragons

Much Ado About Dragons

Because some things? Some things, only an Idiot would try.

Segorian Anderson’s an Idiot. But that’s fine with him. It’s a well paying job with no heavy lifting.

In a Queen’s castle, wine spilled down a dress can lead to war. So some Idiot has to be blamed. That’s Segorian - he’s the Idiot who did it, for any value of ‘it’. But that's not all. Someday, something really bad will happen. Badder than a bad thing on a very bad day - with extra badness. When the world’s about to end, who you gonna call? You call the Idiot—because he's all you have left.

Segorian Anderson’s an Idiot. But that’s fine with him—it’s a well paying job with no heavy lifting. Or it was. Until the dragon...

Graeme Smith - A Not Summer Night's Scream

A Not-Summer Night's Scream

Because home is where the Hell is.

Segorian Anderson used to be an Idiot. Now he’s a King—though his wife tells him there’s not much difference.

Not because of the naked girl floating on the Royal bedroom balcony, screaming. But because the girl means it's time. Time to go.

Segorian Anderson used to be an Idiot. Now he’s going home. And home? Home is where the Hell is...

Graeme Smith - Jack Shadow

Jack Shadow

Some days, the last thing you need is a good guy.

He’s the guy who walked out of a bar. Thing is - nobody saw him walk in. It's not amnesia. He just doesn’t have a past. Near as anyone knows—or admits to. But still, they were waiting, and they took him. The Dragon. Took him to make a difference. To wait for the time a beat of a gnat's wing could change tomorrow. And Jack’s the gnat. The rest? The rest will be history. Not that he’ll be in it. Nobody remembers the gnats—not if they did their job right. And Jack’s the best there is.

Jack Shadow. Because some days? The last thing you need is a good guy

Graeme Smith - Shadow Child

Shadow Child

Kiss your pasts goodbye.

Sixteen—with a bullet. That’s what Maya’s Mom calls her. Not that Maya minds. There’s nothing Maya doesn’t know about the family business. Thing is, the Cute Guy in the front row won’t stay dead, yesterday’s getting a bad habit of turning into tomorrow, and Maya’s starting to think she doesn’t know jack. She doesn’t—but she’s going to find out real soon. Because Jack’s back. Jack and Maya. Maya and Jack. Someone’s gonna die, someone has to live. That's the game—but so is cheating.

Sixteen. With a bullet. So sit down. Put your head between your knees - and kiss your pasts goodbye.

Graeme Smith - 18 Wheels and no Roses

18 Wheels and No Roses

Got your penny? Want a ride?

"Hey, Charlie. You like the truck better? Than the boat, I mean?"

That’s what she said as she walked away from the last ride she should ever have taken. But this one was different. Because this one came back.

Charlie's a trucker, an Independent. Meaner 'n snakes, he’s been there, done that and kicked its butt—twice. What Charlie picks up, he delivers. Now there's missing deliveries - and someone wants Charlie to carry the rap. Then Rosie comes back. It’s not like she’s the first to try to kill him. But she damn near succeeds, and not even the idiot in the lion skin did that. Now Rosie's pissed. And Charlie’s pissed-er. And someone’s going to pay. Because nobody—not god, not demon, not poly-dimensional trans-optical hyper-sentient autonomous non-organic entity—nobody touches his truck.

There's a truck coming—want a ride?

Graeme Smith. That's me. Fantasy author. Mostly humorous fantasy - at least, it is if you laugh when you read it. Otherwise, it's just fantasy (blush) :-).

When I'm not writing (well, or editing my writing. Or re-writing. Or editing my re-writing. Or... Quite. You get the picture), I'm doing other things. Some of them are fun things, like online gaming (If you know Bard Elcano, you know me. If you know a grumpy old dragon called Sephiranoth, you know me. If you know a tall, dark, handsome but brooding vampire, charming witty and brilliant - we never met. Sadly, that's someone else :-).) Some of them are less fun. Or sometimes fun. But you're not (I hope) here to find out about those. You want to know about me (maybe), what I write (possibly) or where you left your car keys (Probably. No, I don't know where they are either. But do feel free to take a look round here while you think about it :-).)

So here we are, and there it is. This is me - Graeme Smith, Fantasy author. Welcome to my worlds!

Fiction - Science or Fantasy?

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Mon, 08/21/2023 - 15:16

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I write. You’ve probably guessed that by now. Comic fantasy, to be precise. Well, it is if it makes you laugh :-).

I was talking with another writer about that. No, not the comic part. The fantasy. We were talking about Fantasy, and we were talking about Science Fiction. But mostly we were talking about the differences between them.

Very quick and totally non-scientific surveys among those we knew had led to a surprising conclusion. A lot of people who seemed to like Science Fiction said they didn’t much like Fantasy. And a lot of people who liked Fantasy?

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