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Check email. The ball is rolling for a story by Rob Rice.

For the edification of all onlookers: I have no means of publishing any story I've written as a physical book in any quantity. Joining this project with EveningStar might result in my becoming able to publish in audiobook format.

My granddaughter Wood Nymph and I would >so< much like to be voice actors!!-- if long-distance recording is possible. Presumably this could be done with a script, reducing fumbles in pronunciation. Months after the previous: Here I refer to Wood Nymph as my granddaughter, whereas my return...

I sure do like it. And EveningStar is brainstorming with me about how the setting of this story might be connected with existing concepts. Various characters already developed in my multiple "Spacebullies" plotlines could be made to visit the Badger's new story-reality. AAAAAAAND.... if my very...

From what I've seen of anime, it seems they _never_ use computerized images, but continue using hand-drawn pictures.

I think I see an ethnic hint here. No town is likely to be named after "yarn" in the knitting sense. But in Germanic tongues, "yarn" means IRON. So, does the town in your story have a German populations?

I'm bringing the thread forward once more, this time because of EveningStar's _coming_ activity, more than preserving his _existing_ works. After a hiatus for some real life, the Great Badger is aiming at making up for lost time. His _new_ fiction promises to include Byron-On-Wells material...

Priorities are to be respected.

If anyone here has followed my stories of "Planet Punksteema," you will know that, after its creation, it long was isolated from all other story worlds. I imagine that the real God arranged for the English, Spanish and Japanese languages, with others, to be known by the humans and other sapient...

Jasmine, are you still around????

I have two Christian friends who are alike in spirit. Each man is aware of the other's existence, but they have never met each other. John Burkitt, known here as Evening Star, is praiseworthy for his ministry with Trail Life USA, and has authored fiction here on Dancing Lawn. Rob Rice, not known...

Take heart, brave brother. I have _long_ been in the field, routinely telling new acquaintances about this community. By means of me, at least more _viewers_ have been induced to give those views; but I was unable to tell them how to _join_ as contributors. Now, however, Benisse has furnished a...

===================>>>>> AUTHOR CALLING READERS!! It has come to my attention that HARDLY ANYONE who regularly LOOKS AT The Dancing Lawn is aware how to GET INSIDE. The noble EveningStar, long detained by real-world obligations, has finally become able again to PARTICIPATE here. His new...

I have long felt exasperated by being unable to TELL people how to BECOME contributing members. Just over the weekend, a Moderator directly advised me what to tell would-be participants. So if any guest sees THIS post, I tell you to scroll high up the starter page, select ENTER THE WARDROBE...

o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o=o "HAVE NO FEAR, ADVENTURERS. I AM EQUIVVALENTOR, THE DRAGON OF REASONABLENESS, ONE OF THE NINE OR TEN MIGHTIEST GOOD-ALIGNED CREATED BEINGS DWELLING OUTSIDE OF ETERNAL HEAVEN AND IN THE FOUR KNOWN GALAXIES. ACTING ON BEHALF OF THE ALMIGHTY CREATOR, WHO SPOKE TO...

SWAN, PAGE 7: "Since you last saw us," Ondine began, "my husband had a dream in which a fair-haired woman spoke to him. She said that she had much knowledge of the world where it's natural for animals to talk. Soon after this, we all got the chance to sneak up near a people-nest. The humans...

SWAN, PAGE 6: Just short of passing one mile, Matthew's lungs informed him that he needed to slow to a walk. As he was getting his second wind, three short-shorts-clad girls came into sight from the north. While their ponytails bobbed in unison, their eye-lined eyes proclaimed, You are...

SWAN, PAGE 5: Nearly a month would pass before Matthew saw Sidney and Olivia again. He had more than enough to do, teaching the latest newbies from Basic Submarine School. (He tacitly sympathized with their complaints about having to march from one place to another, as if they would be expected...

SWAN, PAGE 4: "Pet-ty Of-fi-cer Du-ran-duh!" the male Swan intoned. "Did you find a mate while we were away?" "I wish I had. But my shoulders aren't broad enough. Too many of our females claim that they want a good man, but then they reverse course, full speed ahead in the wake of the...

SWAN, PAGE 3: During the next four days, any time he was neither away from the pier nor down in the interior of the boat, Matthew randomly glanced at the river. There were ducks, geese, and swans who showed no sign of recognizing him. The talking ones didn't approach the docked boat until...