Iron, Cold Iron · 7:22am
Gold is for the mistress — silver for the maid —
Copper for the craftsman cunning at his trade.
"Good!" said the Baron, sitting in his hall,
"But Iron — Cold Iron — is master of them all."
— Rudyard Kipling, "Cold Iron."
Hello, everyone. I thought I should make a blogpost about what I've been up to lately, for them what are curious. I did some Jericho, and then I once again vanished. Well, the reason that happened was because I got annoyed as the zero advancement my novel project, Phoenix Fire, was having, so I decided to dick around with some Jericho again.
Then, a Christmas day miracle happened (two weeks ago). I scrapped all of my work on my novel, and started from scratch once more. A fresh start, two weeks, and 29k words later, and I and the editorial staff thing this edition might be the one. The story is now nigh unrecognizable, but remains a dark comedy adventure with a familiar certain (unnamed) narrator. It takes a lot of influence from the Calêrhos arc of Jericho, as well as my token brand of humor.
If you want a slight spoiler, here's the current summary for Phoenix Fire, then here it is in 20 words. A fanatical Prussian Luddite travels to post-apocalyptic America to destroy the supercomputer secretly ruling the cursed city of Misery.
Plus, as you may or may not know, there's a certain ponyfic out there which I've treated in Jericho with a mix of affectionate parody and taking the piss out of. I mostly used Cards as a vessel for mocking it. SuperAngstyPone, I no like you! Anyhow, though I might have a love-hate relation with that story (mostly its characters!), I decided to pick up the maxim of "if you don't like a book, write you own". Like with the butchering of Sleepy Oaks in Jericho, you'll no doubt see me fux with some ideas I liked from the story, but hated in execution or presentation or lack of implication or just something where I felt there was wasted potential. And then expand this to fit my idea of the world. So that by the end, how I've done therewith has an "oh yeah, that sounds familiar" feel thereto, only now possesses a whole new direction.
This is technically called homage, I understand. Though I still like to think of it as "no, no, no! Here's how it should have been!"
Now then, I've got to get back to documenting the intellectual decline of the West. This way I can point to and tell my grandkids exactly when this country started going to shit. I'm prepping for being an angry old man early! It turns out, nothing ever is good! Abandon ship!
*cough* Er, I mean, just thought y'all people might like to know what I'm up to.