Alienskin time again.
The new issue of AlienSkin is online, just in time for the dark evenings. This time I've written about ghosts, with a few tips from a friend.
Sergeant Shelsky discusses how science fiction eventually becomes science fact. Everyone carries those 'Star Trek' communicators now, Well, almost everyone. I don't have one because it would risk an interruption during a delicate experiment, I hate interruptions. I hear the police now carry phaser guns too. All that's missing to make Star Trek real are the monsters and that's only because they can't get out of the swamp. Oh, and some guy with pointy ears who finds everything illogical. We already have Scottish engineers who never seem to manage more than a temporary fix. That spaceship broke down every week. You'd think they'd have sent Kirk and his crew out in something a bit more reliable.
Lady Blade is thinking very dark thoughts in this issue. She speaks of the Terror of the Whiteness, of the Page With No Words that all writers have to face from time to time. That should have been the horror article this issue, I think. It's certainly scarier than mine!
I have to try out that Fibonacci sequence poetry idea. They are to be found in the sidebars all over the site. I see our own AlienQueenMum has sneaked one in this issue - can you spot it? Poetry has never been my thing because I'm useless at it but these are so small, even I might finish one in my lifetime.
Speaking of which, the day of the Dumelet draws ever nearer. I still have to set up the spikes around my bed and the trip-wires at the windows. I'm not worried about him getting out. I'm worried about where he might choose to get back in.
