Monday, September 30, 2013

Public Domain

There's been some hullabaloo about Sherlock Holmes and the if it is in the Public Domain, as of late. Now, I cannot speak for the Doyle estate, nor anyone other than myself, but I can tell you that I have plans for what happens to my writing into the far flung future. So, as to prevent such nonsense surrounding myself (or my heirs) in the future, I happily have prepared the following note:

In the event that no will or trust should come into future existence that is dutifully notarized and signed by me, I do hereby make the following statement as a legally binding document until such time as I, personally, should choose to alter it in subsequent documents.
I, Phillip R. Hall, the sole owner and creator of my various works in print, either on paper or in electronic form, do hereby declare that on the date of April 17, 2089, at noon Central USA time, all my literary estate (hereinafter referred to as “estate”) created prior to that date and time shall forever more be placed into the Public Domain; and at that time, I shall willfully relinquish any and all copyright and claim to said estate. Furthermore, I do hereby deny the right of any of my heirs or relatives, or any person or group of any sort, to make claim in my name to prevent the estate from entering into the Public Domain.
It is to the above I pledge and do grant this document to be posted, this day, Monday, the 30th of September, 2013.
Now, obviously, this can only apply to my self-published works, as any traditional publisher would likely have a cow (to say the least) if I tried this on material they publish--they are, after all, the publisher, and they can't have authors go willy-nilly on them or they'd be out of business quicker than you can blink.

So, there you have it. On my 120th birthday, everything I self-publish goes Public Domain. Happy (very early) Birthday to me.




Thursday, September 19, 2013

Five Sentence Fiction – Wild

The Five Sentence Fiction is a simple idea: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.


This week, Lillie chose the word "Wild," and that makes me think of being out in the woods or wilderness.
***
 I saw the bear as it lunged through the trees.
You can tell much from the eyes of an animal, and this much I knew, it wanted me dead.
I was an interloper, a hunter, and too close to her den.
My rifle, ready; her eyes, flashing; my mind, steeled, while hers was nothing but wild, reckless fury.
I shot as she sprung, and onto me she fell; only one of us left the forest.

Thursday, September 12, 2013

MINIMAL Beta 2 has begun!

Hey there! Hiya! How are you? Cool! Glad you're well. While I was away doing work-related non-writing stuff, I still managed to finish up the run-through of MINIMAL after the first Beta Readers got their feedback to me (thanks to one and all of them.)

So, it works like this: Beta 2 is available to be critiqued. And I'm looking for a handful of fine folks to do just that! So...if you're interested in maybe giving this a little look-see, please feel free to hit me up and we'll go from there.

Awesome! Thanks for reading, and I hope to have more great news soon-ish! :)


Five Sentence Fiction – Flowers

The Five Sentence Fiction is a simple idea: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.


This week, Lillie chose the word "Flowers," something I don't have much to do with.
***
 I only visit mother's grave once in a blue moon, it's just too hard otherwise.
I bring flowers, place them at her feet, pray, and talk to her--all that is to be expected of a good son, is it not?
But in my heart, I know it is futile--a meaningless gesture.
Yet still I cry; I don't like coming here.
I don't think I will come back to this plot until I fall.

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Five Sentence Fiction – Beauty

The Five Sentence Fiction is a simple idea: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.


This week, Lillie chose the word "Beauty," and I may have gone off the deep end and into a dark place.

(Though I write some pretty gnarly stuff from time to time, I would like to state up front that this very story sickens me to my soul. This is just a story, simple writing, taken inspiration form the chosen word and the song "Aqua Lung." I hope nobody that reads this thinks otherwise, or poorly about me. If you know of a child in danger, please do not hesitate to contact the local authorities or the National Center for Missing & Exploited Children. Thank you.)

***
He saw them as they danced and played in the park, his little beauties.
This was his special place, his secret garden, the temple in which the light of the gods frolicked.
Nobody noticed him as he watched, he was just another person on a park bench, but they should have, for his mind wandered to places on their young bodies that adult thoughts ought not to go.
Never approaching, he sat staring, breathing quickly and shallow as his blood began to boil; all day he simmered in his own stew, festering, basted in his own sweat, the corners of his heart ached for release denied.
Then came the parents to retrieve their precious ones, and with a "See you tomorrow," the children went their separate ways--he'd see them again as well.