I have compiled and self-published the modest amount of original (i.e. non-tie-in) short fiction I’ve written (about 40,000 words) into a slim volume, Ephemera: Dark stories from the Mind of Paul S. Kemp, which is now available for your Kindle.

Most, but not all, of the stories have been published in other venues. The description has not yet trickled through Amazon’s systems to the book’s listing, so I’ll mention that the subject matter of … Read the rest

As you can see from the Amazon listing, My Star Wars Old Republic Novel has a release date of December 28th.

The title, “Star Wars: Standalone 3” is not yet final. We’re also kicking around “Kemp Star Wars novel” and  “Some Words and Sentences about Star Wars.” I’m quite torn about it.  Maybe you have preference?

As of this day, I’ve been kicking around on this ball of dirt for a very solid forty one trips around the sun.   As family lore would have it, the first words I uttered upon first viewing this joint were:  I have come to kick ass and chew bubble gum.

I’ve been out of gum ever since.  😉

I imagine my last words will be something embarrassing like:  I wonder what happens if I push … Read the rest

The overhaul of my website is up and, if I do say so myself, looking good. If you’re reading this on Livejournal or Facebook, please head on over to Paulskemp.com and have a look around. I’m as pleased as can be with new look and feel. I hope you dig it, too.

Complete credit for the redesign goes to the wonderful Eugie Foster, who completely rocked the house. Eugie was fast, professional, indispensable when … Read the rest

Now, most of you who follow the blog know that I’ve followed the health care reform issue pretty closely.  It’s near and dear to my heart and mind for a variety of reasons.  Three weeks ago, I had serious doubts that health care reform would get done.  I have very few now.  It looks as if the House will pass it tonight, which means that tomorrow, as far as I’m concerned, we’ll all wake up … Read the rest

A short bit from the WIP, since I’ve got nothing worthwhile to say today:

Fatman shivered, her metal groaning, as Zeerid pushed her through Ord Mantell’s atmosphere. Friction turned the air to fire and Zeerid watched the orange glow through the transparisteel of the freighter’s cockpit.

He was gripping the stick too tightly, he realized, and relaxed.

He hated atmosphere entries, always had, the long forty-count when heat, speed, and ionized particles caused a temporary … Read the rest