By H. E. Remus Writing a novel is not easy. Whether you put pen to paper, type on a typewriter, or use a tablet with a keyboard like me, you still have to do something hard. You have to write. You have to write a lot, too. 50,000 words in one month is no joke. The daily … [Read more…]
By H. E. Remus A short poem about writing indoors.
H. E. Remus I can see the rectangular ship descending from just above the platform outside the entrance to the port. Its gleaming silver coat reflects some of the Sun’s luminescent, uncontrolled rays beaming through our solar system. The tainted glass on the ship’s bow indicates the cockpit. Its thrusters are on low. This is a … [Read more…]
By H. E. Remus I can’t think about this. I remind myself, while I lie there in my bed with my eyes turned up through the porthole to space. I am safe on a space station. I reassure myself. I am safe in a place with oxygen. I breathe in, and out, full breaths. There … [Read more…]
By H. E. Remus I know I am spoiled, but I can’t help thinking how much faster the line could be if people would move and make a decision about their stupid morning coffee. I remember how long the lines were on Earth… You’d need a full 45 minutes just to get up there and get a coffee, … [Read more…]