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Today I managed to finish the chapter I started yesterday (about 1500 more words) and I’m glad of it. I was tempted to rush through it, but I slowed down and wrote what the story deserved.

What with work and my family, and honestly distractions like Facebook, I haven’t even been getting into the flow until 10:30 or 11:00. But that’s making me too tired, so I got started early tonight, which was nice.

I think I should reiterate some of the basic story elements (maybe add a prologue soon?) so people can catch up. Our protagonist, the old man, is fleeing with his grandson, a baby, up the coast of the Republic of Ragusa, in what is today modern Croatia. He had to kill an old friend to escape the city, and then put another in harm’s way, but he is finding aid from people who know him along the way.

Ragusa was a republic in the style of pre-Caesar Rome, with an aristocracy that elected representatives (senators) who then formed smaller bodies, with a monthly rotating rector, or duke. It had a long run on the Adriatic Coast, only disappearing in the early 1800’s when old Boney, Napolean himself decided it was a relic whose time had past.

At this point in the story, the republic was nominally subject to the Hungarians, but really were free to do as they liked. Their primary rivals were the Venetians, a Mediteranean maritime superpower.

The old man is being pursued by a former aide, who also seems to have engineered his downfall.

If you have been reading along, my current work starts about halfway down page 27. If not, read what you like, and please comment. Here is a link to the work.


Venetian galleys represented the height of technological advancement in the control of the sea. They were fast, not dependent on wind for movement, and the Venetian Arsenal could pump them out almost as fast as Ford made Model Ts.


I want you to read my friend’s story. It’s quite creepy, and vivid and wordy to the point of actually generating UV light.

I write for fun with some people online. We critique each other’s writing, and have a contest once a month or so. I know that I write because I like to; It gives me pleasure to string words together to create powerful stories. I usually try to communicate as much story as possible with as few words as I can, which is good advice for anyone trying to write (From King’s On Writing) 

My friend Alistair is the opposite. He specializes in Flash Fiction (stories generally under 600 words) and he is more about setting a scene than moving along a plot. As far as I can tell, he tries to communicate as little story as possible with as many words as he can. That might be counter productive if you are trying to write a novel, but in flash fiction, it is devastating.

For those of you who don’t get what I’m saying, his writing style is the drag racing funny car while novel writing is almost any kind of distance racing. He’s only got a quarter mile to impress you, so get ready for a show.

Seriously, it will only take you about a minute to read it, and it is quite evocative. (It made me think of Krokodil. If you don’t know what that is, please don’t google it. Some things can’t be unseen.  )

Click the picture below.

No my picture, belongs to Edward Smith, who let Alistair use it for his story.