Mornin’ peeps. Last month of 2017. That’s good because I’ve been convinced it’s 2018 for months now.
Some people are wildly excited by Christmas. Maybe I’ll be one of those people again someday. Maybe not. I do like having an excuse to illuminate rooms with unusual lighting in the form of trees, candles, etc.
I literally just realized while typing this that the early winter sunset produces more hours to enjoy such ambient lighting. Hmm.
Here comes a quick one. I have a lot of writing to do.
The haunting month is upon us, bringing a chill in the air and the spirit. I relish it. My bride does not. And so I am loosed upon my neighborhood with idle hands and a nocuous curiosity. Gods be pleased, I’ll content myself stealing candy and toppling decorations. But if the Moon sees fit to borrow my earthly vessel, I take no responsibility for the grisly appetite that befalls me.
Ah, September. That fateful month when I, in an explosive crescendo of blood and embryonic detritus, was torn from a slit in my mother’s belly and held aloft in sanguine-slicked hands.
The world has never been the same.
Been writing some gruesome scenes lately. Can you tell?
Welcome to August, frans.
Turesia is up to 137,793 words. What a shite improvement over last month! Pardner and I missed a couple of Story Times. Excuses, excuses, I know. I’m just trying to get it right, rather than fast (Rothfuss’ last words).
Welcome to Summer, mein peeps. This is my most favoritest season because it’s the farthest in either direction from Winter…
I just realized the nonsense of that statement.
Still my favorite season.
Happy June to you.
Yesterday I attended the wedding of my brother Drew Cochran. You may know him as the architect of Silexare Compendium and Legendary Fail Games. It was a heartfelt ceremony and a stunning location. All their work paid off well. Congratulations to you and Lauren. Have fun in Ireland.
Here comes a brief news post.
It’s a lonely journey, writing. When Torvald makes a selfless sacrifice, or Irdessa overpowers her strongest foes against all odds, or Kraus does something disgustingly offensive, I can’t elbow my mate and go, “Would ya look at that?”
I’m tempted to try it, though. I’m tempted to race to public places to post updates on my characters, despite that you don’t know or care who I’m talking about. I’ve already filled up pages of a Compendium with Turesia creatures and characters, despite that they’re all subject to change.
I’m learning to keep it to myself. I’ll probably delete a lot of entries from the Silexare Compendium in the days to come. The porcelain of this story will not be fired in the kiln of completion until the “And everyone still breathing lived happily ever after” is in place. Until then, it’s a raw, scrotum-shaped lump of clay; not to be shown off.
I love Spring. It’s my favorite. Not too hot. Swimming is just around the corner. You can still hike without worrying about eating spiderwebs. My favorite colors, blue and green, are in their most prominent display.
Also, we’re moving to the lake. Here’s my new backyard. Look at all that hammock potential!
Ah, March. Spring has come early to Georgia. It’s warm enough to wear shorts and cut grass. Normally I’d not be complaining, but I bet it means summer will be unbearable.