A Status Update and an Announcement!

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Hello readers and listeners!

Welcome to the end of July!  It’s been pretty crazy around here, and I’ve been juggling a lot of stuff, both creatively and in real life.  So here’s a refresher to bring you up to speed on what’s been going on with me.
First, the good news.
Last month, I launched The Freelance Hunters podcast!  I’ve posted a few Freelance Hunters stories here and there over the last few years, and now I’m collecting them in audio.  Check out TheFreelanceHunters.com  every Monday for a new installment of serial fantasy fiction.  Season one will be going on a while, with print and eBook editions coming this fall!
The Way of the Buffalo will be moving to Fridays.  The Dark Wife is on hiatus until I have the editing fully complete, then will be appearing on Wednesdays.  I’m hoping for a launch in September.
On the writing front, you can still find my short story “Prompt Succor” in the Dirty Magick: New Orleans anthology.
I’ve also been invited to a few other anthologies, one of which you can help get off the ground now!
The Kickstarter for Elysian Springs: Adventures from the Superhero Nursing Home is ongoing and needs your help to reach its goal.  This is such a clever and unique idea, and the confirmed talent includes Gail Z. Martin, Tee Morris, and Jason Strutz!  It’s going to be a really cool book and I want to be a part of it, so please give it a look!
The bad news is that to keep all these plates spinning, as well as a few secret plates that I can’t talk about here, I’m putting The Voyage on the back burner.  I’m not giving it up entirely, but I’m not able to devote regular time to it every week the way I’d like.  I’m going to put it on hiatus until it is complete and edited.
So that’s what’s going on with me.  Thanks for reading!

The Voyage 040: Francine

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Francine lay out her Mistress’s dinner dress while Lady Caroline Wentworth engaged in her toilet.  Normally, she would help with her bathing, but the cramped confines of the suite’s private bathroom made this impossible.  She just finished laying out the gown when she felt arms wrap around her and kisses on her neck.
“Your Lordship!  She will hear…”  She said to Lord Horace, her employer and lover.
“Let her,” he said.  Pressed against her, she felt the gun in his pocket.  She pulled away.
“You can’t mean to…”  She couldn’t finish the idea.
“Accidents happen over the Atlantic,” he said.

The Voyage 039: Malcolm

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Malcolm watched the massive airship pass from the observation platform at the top of the Star Building.  After verifying the ship’s flags, he rushed downstairs and back to his typewriter.
The HMS Indomitable, newest aeroship of the private Atlantic Steam line, left York today for its third trans-Atlantic flight.  Although some critics continue to raise questions of the craft’s safety, Lady Hamilton and her granddaughter and Lord and Lady Wentworth were on board, as was the ship’s prodigy designer Nelson Pembrooke  If they are not delayed by weather, the Indomitable will reach London in an incredibly fast three days.

The Voyage 038: Viola

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In the little shack next to the hangar, Viola swore and grumbled.  The little rat, Molly had disappeared after tea service, and she hadn’t returned.  Florence was in a right state looking for her.   That left her to do the dishes the brat had left behind.  It would probably be better for her not to return at all, she thought with a nasty little grin.
Above her there was a sharp crack, and she looked up just in time to see a pencil fall through the roof and plop into the sink, soaking her, but missing her head by inches.

The Voyage 037: Lewis

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Lewis stood with the noisy crowd as well, although he didn’t cheer along with them.  We simply watched The Indomitable rise in the morning sun, her filigreed envelope sparkling.  Occasionally, he would consult a small mechanical device on a chain, and make notes in a pocket notebook.  He stayed long after the crowd stopped cheering and drifted away, leaving only a few dedicated loved ones to watch the vessel’s slow rise over York.  As morning turned to afternoon, the propellers finally repositioned themselves, and the craft steamed east.  After one last check of his instruments, he disappeared like a shadow.

The Voyage 036: Erzabet

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The viewing stand was quite far from the airstrip, on the other side of the field.  Erzabet stood in the crowd, watching the massive lighter than air craft ignite her propellers and lift off from a safe distance.  She gripped her belly nervously, and watched the great ship rise into the sky like some fantastic beast.  She wished that her beloved Isaac was the engineer on a train instead.  It wasn’t that she feared for his safety more, but that she could have held him longer, stayed closer, and heard his voice calling to her rather than the cheering crowd.

The Voyage 035: Hattie

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Hattie was dying for a cigarette.  Unfortunately, there seemed to be no place on this accursed vessel for her to smoke.  They were barely off the ground but she had already been repeatedly harangued about the flammability, and the inflammability of the hydrogen gas that kept the airship aloft.  It seemed perfectly daft to her.  The rudeness was galling.  Eventually, she ventured out onto the rail.  The wind would do, she reasoned, to  hide the smoke.  She paused when she saw the young couple talking next to one of the roaring turbines.  With a faint smile, she withdrew back inside.

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