The Creation Agent, Installment 3 is Live

As those on Hook Me Up! already know, the next installment of my online serialized novel, 'The Creation Agent', is up and live.

Check it out via my Expanded Universes page, and then let me know what you think on the blog.

Enjoy!

Love,
Gini

Pardon the Mess...

As some of you may have noticed, it's looking a little different around the blog and the website. True, not that much different, but different, nonetheless.

We're doing some updating and a few minor changes that are supposed to make it oh so much easier for loyal readers to stay tuned and see what they want to see (whatever that actually is).

A new Creation Agent installment is waiting breathlessly in the wings. Once the site's stable again (oh, in a day or two, relax) it'll go live. Those who are already on Hook Me Up! will know first, of course.

Maybe you should join Hook Me Up!, too so that you know the nanosecond there are new things to read and explore. Just send your email address to gini@ginikoch.com with "Hook Me Up!" in the subject line, and I'll add you onto my email blast.

In the meantime, enjoy watching things move around in strange and different manners for a while. Hey, I think it's kind of cool...

Love,
Gini

Walking Dead?

I need to find my resting pulse. Because, as near as I can tell, I've misplaced it somewhere.

See, I have to do this medical-type thing for work -- to get money. Believe me, that's the only reason why I go near medical anything. And part of the thing is that I have to figure out my resting pulse. Only...I can't find it.

I mean, I know how to find it. I know which fingers to use and where to press and everything. They even provide clear instructions with pictures. And unless you're supposed to press so hard you stop the flow of blood completely, I'm doing it right.

Only...no pulse. At all. And yet, here I am, talking, walking about, eating, sleeping, typing. All without a pulse.

So, my question is -- did I turn into an undead and just don't know it? And, if that's what's happened, how is it I missed all the fun stuff normally associated with this kind of transition?

I mean, no vampire swooped in, swept me off my feet, and proposed eternal life along with some serious necking. No werewolf panted up and humped my leg. I think someone would have mentioned if I'd gotten a love bite from a zombie, though the difference in the morning hours between me and a zombie is mostly skin tone. No ghostly visitations, no warlock waving his wand around, not even any witches hissing at me. I have no pulse and yet at the same time, no fun story to show for it, either.

Unlife's not fair, is it?

Love,
Gini