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.

I Wonder

Finished writing Eyes of The Alley last week, the short horror story. It is, I think, good. Not great, not my best work, but it is a story, and it is horror, and I am told it is coherent. I have some slight edits to do and some additional clarifications to make, but it is about a week from being sent off to the publisher.

This was my first venture into short fiction, and man, is it a different discipline. Harder with regard to getting characterizations in, yet easier with regard to consistency errors that creep into longer pieces. Everything must count, and drive things forward. This is a good discipline to learn, I think, as it reinforces good habits for writing novels.

I think I might do some more.

Maybe.

And Then...

The bike is fixed, under warranty...Singularly odd that it happened at all.

Today, much work to catch up on at the day job, then I still have to complete the short horror story I have been mucking about with over the last few weeks, then the daughter has soccer tonight.

Tomorrow, a long day, but The Big K is coming to visit for the weekend, and I have plans for the Greedy Little Bastards Warhammer campaign: gonna bring the pain, I think. They've let one adversary fester for far too long.

Writing Today, and Listening To Good Things

While I had a bit of diversion this morning, I have written more than 2000 words and feel in fine fiddle for cranking more pages.

This is some seriously good stuff:

What I've Been About, And Mad Chortles

I only just realized I hadn't posted a thing yesterday and had yet to do anything today. So, here goes:

Isabelle and I went to see Tangled, and both enjoyed it immensely. It was also the first movie using modern 3-D techniques I've seen. Quite remarkable. I don't feel it was a requirement for the film, which quite stood on its own without such gimmicks. Then again, Isabelle stretched out her hands many times to touch things, which was a joy to watch. My heart swells each time Isabelle reaches out that way to take my hand.

The rest of Thanksgiving was quite nice, with friends and family about. The meal was excellent, as usual. I think next year I will get to frying turkeys again. I had a request for one, and wish I could have filled that order.

Today was sit around, nap, put the brain in neutral and enjoy leftovers and my daughter's company. Tonight, more of the same. Tomorrow, dare I hope, even more.

As part of today's fun, I also watched a movie I never expected to watch, let alone enjoy: Bandslam. It stayed with tropes, but the characters were well performed, and the character motivations seemed much more keenly adhered to and different from those of the average teen movie.

The only thing, aside from this post, that I've done that was close to writing was downloading the new version of Scrivener and attending #litchat and #scifichat in the twitterverse.

I might write some tonight, but ideas for Bridge of The Broken and Eyes of The Alley are currently percolating in the back of my mind. While they are edging toward the front, they don't yet feel quite ready to flee out through the fingertips.

Part of what drives this desire to let things percolate is, having written a solid section for Bridge of the Broken, I found that while I intend to keep it, its proper place is not in the book. I will instead use it as my guide to 'what really happened'.

I will enjoy reading, polishing,tweaking, even chortling madly over it. Those of you I've run roleplaying games for will surely know what my mad chortle means, and fear for the characters...

Speaking of which, tomorrow night The Greedy Little Bastards will be getting together at my place again. I plan to bring the pain. Indeed, I actually have a plan this time. Yes, there was a mad chortle there... You just might not have heard it.

Sent, My Thanks

Sent The Last Captain off. Now to obsess over what will happen with it.

In between bouts of sweat-soaked and tearful trepidation, I'll try and get on with writing the short story, Eyes of The Alley, as well as crank more pages on Bridge of The Broken and my quasi-daily rants here.

I want to thank everyone who read and followed my blog over the last year and a bit; your feedback and encouragement have been very helpful. I know the content has been uneven, even odd at times, but it has been a useful place to put my thoughts and comments on the general asshattery I see loose in the world.

Thanks for reading.