Vanda and Wilom stood overlooking the construction site. Vicdra, true to his word, had managed to get people in to help him. He’d said they were mostly those they’d already found homes for but were unhappy for one reason and another. A few of them were under investigation or the threat of investigation. Some of them had been running from place to place to avoid being caught. Just enough ID to keep them on the move. Continue reading
And I’m trying to get all the thoughts on my blog, in-stead of being lazy.
It was stuck in my head after I thought of that title and congrats/you’re welcome, now it’s stuck in yours as well. Continue reading
Mr Treene’s next invitation came somewhat unexpectedly. Ever since he had given Mr Treene that gift – and especially since his visit to the ferryman – he had been rethinking that choice. At the time, it seemed clever. Now he was certain it was petty, and not at all sure it hadn’t been arrogant, too. Continue reading
So, at the moment I’ve just started to do some work on a new project (don’t worry, I’m not abandoning anything else I’m working on at the moment – I’m just setting up the pieces so that when I’m ready to pick it up, it’s ready to go immediately. I’m not giving anything away just yet and I’ll be giving it a proper announcement in due course, but I’ll use it as a kicking-off point here), and that, for me, means starting at the worldbuilding stage. Continue reading
Vanda was out somewhere — probably working for the lighthouse keeper — and Wilom had no desire to see anyone. The Heads still hadn’t sent the date for their next meeting. He didn’t fancy spending another day wandering around coffee shops and trying not to listen in to people’s personal lives. And he definitely did not want to see Mr Treene. Continue reading
The other day, I started to replay Psychonauts. I’m going to spend some time trying to go for some of the achievements I haven’t gotten yet – all Figments, highest level, that one with Mr Pokeylope. At least, if I don’t put my fist through a wall trying to find all of the figments in certain levels first (looking directly at you, Milla Vodello, and your race track challenge). Continue reading
Even though he and Vanda had agreed to do nothing about the mysterious letter, Wilom couldn’t help feeling useless. Being patient was easy. Being unable to do anything was different. However, a contingency plan? That, at least, felt productive. Continue reading
At Marc’s house, Cathlin was sorting through a pile of mail. Jilli was playing with her bear and a doll at the other end of the table, and Marc was chopping carrots.
“There’s one here for you,” Cathlin said, and pushed it across the table to Wilom. Continue reading
OK, so I wrote this thinking it would just sound weird, but then I realised it sounds more like some kind of strange, writerly urban legend.
“Remember to back up your work or you may be visited by … the dreaded BACKWARDS DRAFT!!!”
Maybe not. Continue reading
So, with some other things out of the way, I’m starting to get back into the rewrite. And one of the things I’m doing at the moment is recalibrating. Continue reading