Perfectionism is a cruel mistress

I'm sorry it seems like it is taking an eternity and a half to get this on track again. Truthfully there is no excuse for it, other than my inability to let myself just flow.

I often find myself being bogged down and demotivated after a few pages of progress whenever I want to get some work done. And that progress isn't really good by my standards, and thus I spend more time fixing and editing what I put down rather than adding more to the story itself.

But that being said, progress is being made. And it's pretty big at this point. I don't want to estimate when it will be done on the off chance it just doesn't work out that way and I end up disappointing both you and myself, so we'll see.

In the mean time, here's a sneak peek:

Unsealing the sewer grate above my head, I took a moment to listen intently for any intruders.

Peeking over and assuring myself the coast was clear, I gingerly climbed out of the hole and emerged on the war-torn streets of Hjortland once more. Being away from the sun for a while caused me to go a little blind in the eyes from the brightness. Once my eyes readjusted, I found myself in the middle of an alleyway pinched between two brick walls from buildings in a dead end. Flying upward to a nearby roof still intact, I had a good view of the cityscape around me.

The distant din of dogged resistance was heard across the city as the battle continued. Columns of smoke billowed past several indiscernible shapes of cumulous that hid the sun. Beyond that and the dilapidated rooftops, there wasn’t much to look at.

Scanning the horizon around me, I eventually found a structure in the distance that stood out among the rest. It was Opulent and Sumptuous, with the right amount of Audacity to it as the Copper domes of the Palace Towers could be still seen glistening from where I stood despite its wear and tear.

My target was about a kilometer or so away. And from what I can hear within the sounds of combat, it sounds like the battle was still a long way away from the Palace Grounds. Whatever the Changelings have inside, they definitely don’t want anyone else getting even close to it.

It was a castle transformed into a fortress. 

And I was about to charge head first into the wolf’s den by my lonesome.