Kent Wayne

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  • Echo: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

    THUNK.  The wall by my temple sprouts a throwing knife.  “So,” my accounting professor begins, and throws another knife.  THUNK.  The blade quivers by my shoulder.  “Are you ready to swear off writing, Kent?”  THUNK.  Knife by my nuts.  “Swear off this…creativity?”  He sneers this last word.  A trick of the light turns his glasses…

  • Musings

    I find that ignorance is a result of assuming I know anything.  And cowardice is a result of using that as an excuse not to act.

  • Echo: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

    I’m at a wine-tasting thing.  Everyone’s in fancy formal-wear except me (I’ll be damned if I pass up the opportunity to wear jeans and a t-shirt!).  The discontent grows; high-class drunkards are giving me Sauron’s eye while I fill my mouth with delicious cheeses.  Suddenly one of them flips a bottle, gripping it neck toward…

  • Musings

    In order to access a creative free-flow, I actively contemplate how untethered I am—I’m basically a meat suit on a floating planet.  There may in fact be no true up or down.   Removing these limits from my mind pushes me toward unlimited freedom within my stories.

  • Echo: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

    I’m surfing with my life-vested 10lb. terrier buddy Bitefighter.  He’s happy as a clam, panting and smiling into the salt-threaded wind.  We’re paddling out, enjoying the clear, sun-dappled waves, when suddenly, I look down and see an army of blank-eyed stares.  As crazy as it may seem, a horde of Chihuahuas is swimming below us.…

  • Musings

    While many talk about building character through adversity, I like to throw in an added twist:  How do I behave when there is no cause to fight for, no one to save or let down, no one looking over my shoulder?  It’s in those times, when I’m free to collapse into lazy indulgence, that I am given…

  • Echo: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

    Absolute….MADNESS!  Grammar nazis have conquered the world.  They’re chasing me in Mad-max style dune buggies, pleasuring themselves to sculptures of their all-powerful god:  The Red Pen.  Their leader—a chinless, bespectacled shadow of a man—throws a giant red pen at me, javelin-style, entangling my legs and sending me head over heels.  I’m spitting up a mouthful…

  • Musings

    Our tendency to indulge is like a boil that grows ever more gross, ever more uncomfortable, but feels amazing when lanced.

  • Echo: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

    A rain of meteoric death is falling from the skies.  The new-agers have ironically invoked the coming of Kai Nak-Klai’iktan, the demon cryptlord that has long disguised himself as all things annoyingly hippie (you could tell those new-agers were subject to dark forces, couldn’t you?  No one can be that annoying and not worship the…

  • Echo: The Weekly Update

    No more word count until the next book; volume 3 is done and being edited. Thanks to All Who Bought Echo!  And BIG THANKS to Melissa, Barbara, Ian, Lorna, [anonymous], Lisa, Meg, Matt, Bobby, F.T., Alice Smith, Leslie Coop, Richard, Shauna, Sydney, Pam, Jessica, Angela, Kiesa, Ross, and Keith for posting AMAZING reviews on Amazon!!!…