Little To Say, More To Write

This, the last day I took off, will be filled with writing a great deal, and waiting on The Agent to call out and then get back to me.

I have been distracting myself with Sam Sykes' most excellent Tome of The Undergates, Peter V Brett's Brayan's Gold, and setting up an Eclipse Phase game on RPOL.

Jealousy remains my dark god, as the authors of both books have captured great things on the page, and the group behind the game have managed to gather a huge number of threads into a coherent and very cool package I find diverting and thought-provoking.

So, to the writing and the waiting, and capturing my own good stuff.

About to Be Read: Brayan's Gold...

I have some writing I want to get done, and I'll be sending off Eyes of The Alley today. I have hopes for it, though they are not terribly high. I am trying to build a head of steam up to work on Bridge Of The Broken, but I am generally in a not-quite-funk of late. Not too tired, nor too happy, nor all that rage-filled, just kind of cruising in this mediocrity of the soul that makes me feel like I am missing something, like I have a bit of meat stuck between the teeth, making me want to suck...

In aid of pulling me from my rut, I just received Brayan's Gold by Peter V Brett in the limited, signed edition from Subterranean Press, with artwork by Lauren K. Cannon. I am sure that by reading it, the Dark God of My Jealousy will make an appearance, focus my will, and use his clawed spurs to drive me to greater effort.

I gots book to read...
I will review when done...
If I can drag myself from self-pity long enough...
L'ate.Erh.

The Ick Strikes Again, as Does the Dark God

The Ick Strikes:

Lost my voice night before last, then had my head and throat packed with steel wool all day yesterday. I slept 16 out of twenty-four hours. Came in to work today because I would just assume be miserable at work as at home. I cancelled my overtime gig too, which hurts the pocketbook, but I can't be the hypocrite that calls in sick and then works overtime.

The Dark God Visits:
Peter V Brett's The Desert Spear arrived the night before last as well. Shortly followed by a visit from my jealousy, my personal Dark God. Peter has done it again, this time on a greater scale than The Warded Man, and with a character it is even more difficult to like.

I have not finished it yet, partly because of the Ick, but also because The Dark God commands me to draw out the flagellation and suffer in the knowledge that Brett retains and expands on his abilities. He continues to write original story and deomonstrate his exceptional skills at creating characters who live, breathe, and suffer through changes wrought by the world they live in. The Desert Spear is yet another piece of the altar to my Dark God.

Griffin Vs Rats:
As I am ill, I have not been prosecuting the war as I would have normally. The vile clan of rats goes unpunished. Soon I shall rise again, and reduce their numbers nightly.