Well, this was a bit of a stumble. Busy week, busy week. On Friday, I took a side-trip to write a blog article (namely this one, which I think a lot of you have already read). Then on Saturday, my congregation held a community cookout, which was a lot of…
So last week, I finished up a sort of writing experiment I called “Darkshire Woods: The Heir.” As I explained in the first post, this was my attempt to write a story slightly out of my comfort zone. Using the game mechanics of Fiasco, I had to come up with…
So I tried something new with this book: That’s the corkboard in Scrivener for The Iron Staff Book 1. This is the first time I’ve written a complete book with that particular program. Or rather, it will be the first time I write a complete book using Scrivener. I probably…
Okay, it’s been a while. I’ve got no excuse. I’ve been a bit lazy. But it’s time to knuckle down. I need to focus. I need to land this thing. I’m talking about the first draft for The Iron Staff Book One (still looking for a title for this thing).…
Gerard was dead. Azebel could scarcely believe it. He had seemed as permanent as the castle itself, a fixture that would be passed down from regent to regent. She had even thought that he would continue to work for Vance and her when they assumed control of the kingdom. She…
So I think I’m finally starting to get a little more time to write. Not a lot, but enough to make a little traction. Current wordcount for the Iron Staff trilogy Book #1 – 44,007 words Words added since last update – 3,827 The sad thing is, I’m now past…
Okay, so I took a little time off from writing “The Heir.” Part of that was just to catch my breath. Part of it was…well, real life intrusions. But it’s also because it’s time for the Tilt! For those of you unfamiliar with the Fiasco RPG rules, at the halfway…
So it’s been a while. I’ll just keep this short and sweet. The Iron Staff Current Wordcount: 40,180 Words added since last report: 7,588 Technically, this means I’m about halfway to my projected goal of 85,000 words, but I don’t think that’ll be quite enough. I’m not at the story’s…
Edrys leaned against the stone railing of her balcony and looked out over the Woods. They stretched as far as she could see in the dim moonlight. She leaned over the edge just a bit to look down into the courtyard below. A cheer rose up to her. Gods below,…
The memory of Azebel’s body pressed up against his should have buoyed Smythe’s spirits for the rest of the day, but the moment he stepped out of her chambers, his sour mood returned. What was that fool Bartholomew thinking? It was so painfully obvious that the girl was a fraud!…