Yeah, I’d pick that up…Sept 21, 2023

Writing a log line or a pitch is a skill most authors struggle to master. I know I haven’t, and I’ve studied them for years. But some people really have the art down. So, I thought that once a week I would post one of the back material/pitches/log lines–old or new–that worked on me. Maybe […]

Yeah, I’d pick that up…Sept 4, 2023

Writing a log line or a pitch is a skill most authors struggle to master. I know I haven’t, and I’ve studied them for years. But some people really have the art down. So, I thought that once a week I would post one of the back material/pitches/log lines–old or new–that worked on me. Maybe […]

Yeah, I’d pick that up…Aug 23, 2023

Writing a log line or a pitch is a skill most authors struggle to master. I know I haven’t, and I’ve studied them for years. But some people really have the art down. So, I thought that once a week I would post one of the back material/pitches/log lines–old or new–that worked on me. Maybe […]

Just a little taste of what I’m working on now…

Hi. I know I’ve been gone for some time and I apologize. I’m trying to finish the fourth book in the Starchild Series and wrapping up all the threads is a major task! But I think I have finally wrestled the beast down. So, I thought I’d just post a bit of the big battle […]

Another little piece of Taking the Stars…

She still stood on the weathered stone of the tower heights. She knew that. The star-response only altered her consciousness to make her think she was somewhere else. What did that matter? Here, at last, was the answer to her years of empty prayers. She floated alone in a universe of her own, surrounded by […]

Kaphri discovers the world around her the hard way…

Fog clung to her skin and clothes, condensing and making her damp. The light of autumn dawn seeped weak and cold and she groaned, at last able to regain some semblance of clear consciousness. Water. Kaphri rolled weakly onto her belly and cupped her hands to scoop the lake water. She recoiled in sudden, repulsed […]

A clip from my upcoming sci-fi novel, Flashing Dark

Seok’s hand snapped out, catching me by the throat. His long fingers wrapped almost twice around my neck as he lifted me off my feet to stare into my face. “The Vivi Zant Human.” His grip tightened until I felt my heart punching beats inside my chest. My fingers pried at his boney hand as […]

Greg Shap’s Journal entry #8

When I told Saurubi Cerros Syrhas my story, how raiders had attacked my world, killed the adults and took the children as slaves, she looked at me with her great, amber eyes and declared, “Obvious you were not where the Mother Universe intended you to be.” I was shocked. Sickened. Angry with her cold analysis. […]