The next Superstars Writing Seminar will be held on February 5-7, 2015, in Colorado Springs, Colorado. We’ve decided to make the Hilton Antlers Hotel in Colorado Springs our regular venue and keep the first or second weekend in February as our regular date. That seemed to work well for the seminar we just held there, which was our most successful one yet. That was true even despite the weather, which (or so I’m told by residents of the area) was much worse than usual.
1636: Commander Cantrell in the West Indies – Snippet 21
Ann nodded, was aware of Bauernfeld’s confused gape. He followed their eyes, but did not know what to look at. Which in this case was the swivel atop the spinning drill string. That had been the most problematic piece of machinery to make reliable and robust. Not the swivel itself — that was a fairly straightforward fabrication job — but where the flexible mud hose connected to it.
1636: Commander Cantrell in the West Indies – Snippet 20
Ulrich had reached the rig, seemed to dart around looking for something. Or someone, Ann corrected. He was clearly trying to find who was in charge, who had overridden today’s suspension of operations.
1636: Commander Cantrell in the West Indies – Snippet 19
Undisclosed location near Wietze, USE
Ann Koudsi finished her morning cup of broth — it had been unseasonably chilly overnight — and nosed back into her books and progress charts again. As the second in charge of the rotary drill test rig, and ultimately, the superintendent who would be responsible for the new machine and its crew in the field, it was her job to be The Final Authority on all things pertaining to its operation. That, in turn, meant minor or full mastery of a wide range of topics, including practical geology, mechanical engineering, the physics of pressurized fluids and gases, and even organizational management. To name but a few.
1636: Commander Cantrell in the West Indies – Snippet 18
Thuringia, United States of Europe
Major Larry Quinn of the State of Thuringia-Franconia’s National Guard led the way down the last switchback of the game trail, which spilled out into a grassy sward. That bright green carpet of spring growth sloped gently down to where the river wound its way between the ridge they had been on and the rocky outcropping that formed the opposite bank.
Well, this should really be the last snippet. [Smile]
Cauldron of Ghosts – Snippet 46
Colonel Nancy Anderson waited until the Hali Sowle was eight light-minutes away from the trading depot before she said anything about their mission. There was no rational reason for that. If anything they’d said or done or just blind bad luck had given them away to the Manpower personnel staffing the depot, they were as good as dead anyway. At that range, even low-powered missiles carrying small warheads would easily destroy a ship like the Hali Sowle.
1636: Commander Cantrell in the West Indies – Snippet 17
“How can it be otherwise, dearest Godmother? But before I depart to — to distant places, I want you to know this:” — and he stopped and reached out a hand to touch her cheek, down which tears promptly sped in response — “I will never suffer my sword, or those of my men, to be lifted against yours.”
1636: Commander Cantrell in the West Indies – Snippet 16
Convent of the Dames Blanches, Louvain, The Low Countries
“Your Highne — I mean, Sister Isabella?”
The urgency in the novitiate’s tone caused the Infanta Isabella to start — that, and a brief pulse of religious guilt. Once again, Isabella’s thoughts had drifted away from her devotions and novenas and veered into memories of her long-dead husband Albert and poignant fantasies of a family that might have been. “What is it, my child?”
Cauldron of Ghosts – Snippet 45
Lajos Irvine’s boss George Vickers had done one thing right, at least. The two assistants he’d provided Lajos looked to be a lot more capable than the numbskulls he’d been provided the last time his superiors decided he needed support.
Cauldron of Ghosts – Snippet 44
Cary Condor took off her hat and hung it on a peg next to the door. Like everything else in their apartment, the peg was an antique. It was a piece of actual wood, made from one of the trees called nackels that covered much of Mesa‘s lowlands. Nackelwood had no interesting grain; no aromatic odor; nothing. Its sole virtues were that it was readily available, easy to work and cheap.
1636: Commander Cantrell in the West Indies – Snippet 15
Eddie saw no hint of reaction in Simpson’s perfect poker face, but reasoned that his CO’s observations must be similar to his own. Kirstenfels evidently knew a lot about his topic, but probably did not understand the ignition variable: that with calmer seas and a percussion cap instead of a fuse, the rifles would be fairly accurate out to their medium ranges. But he certainly did understand the broader strategic implications of putting guns like those on ships that could travel on the ocean. Even if these ships were not being built for high seas battles, they might be intended to sail and steam into engagements on calmer, bounded bodies of water.