By windward strides and holy ghosts, what rests beside the barren coasts?
Well, I've had a nice long rest. I think I shall start to write more ponywords now.
There were some of you who complained about the lack of bloodshed in the last story. You should know better than that by now. Things are about to take a turn for the grim.
Expect some things to start trickling out in the next few weeks. Not "Courts", not yet. I'm still working on making that the BEST it can possibly be.
It's good to be back. I've missed you. Have you missed me?
Good morning, all!
As some of you may know, I'm a really big stickler for detail in my stories. I try to hold back on work until I know it's the absolute best I can make it, and that extends to all aspects of the story, art among those. The few things I'll be releasing in a while fall under that criterion I've set up, and so I find myself once again on the lookout for new artists that I might be able to commission covers from.
First off, sorry about the delay on the epilogue on Stormsinger. I was going to write that out today, but I've been hit with a hell of a cold and just haven't been up to it.
I suppose you all would be wondering about what is going to happen next! What am I going to do after Stormsinger? Will I jump right into the next book in the series, called "Courts of the Magi"? Will I take a hiatus? Will I do something new? Well...
Sorry about the late update, all. I've signed up to be a part of the Greatest International Scavenger Hunt the World Has Ever Seen, or GISHWHES for short. It's a week-long adventure requiring cunning, skill, photography, a familiarity with the Queen of England and tea ceremonies, and numerous other skills. It promises to be quite fun, and also the only thing I'll have approaching a summer vacation, so I'm quite looking forward to it.
The chapter writhed on the keyboard, trilling as Airstream’s fingers danced across it, knitting it together and stretching meat and skin over the bare bones of the story, heart laboring harshly as the wretched thing gasped for breath.
The author’s fingers halted. A scowl spread across his face. The chapter was there, alright, it just seemed…wrong. Like it would surely collapse under its own weight the minute it tried to stand on its own.