Sorry for the super-short update. I’m a little under the weather, and I couldn’t rouse myself to type for all that long. My target for this story remains 400+ words per update, and I hope to be back to that … Continue reading
Busy day for me: US Grand Prix to watch, and a Steelers game in the afternoon. Collaborator parvusimperator has a Procurement Games post at the Fish Bowl to entertain you: thirteen hundred words on that most difficult of purchases, the … Continue reading
“Are you sure?” Hrothgar began. “I was—” “—among the last working south of the city, yes.” Falthejn made a dismissive gesture. “We have some few minutes yet.” Petty predictions such as that were little more than lodge hall tricks, as … Continue reading
Weekend content update: you’ll have some parvusimperator procurement content at the Fish Bowl on Sunday.
The sun sank low over the western horizon. As the shadows deepened, the fires raging across the city blazed brighter. Falthejn Arnarsson watched a moment, convinced it was no trick of the light. A moment later, the fires swirled, swelling … Continue reading
Today (as I’m writing this notation; yesterday as it’ll run) is (was) my birthday, and in celebration, I got you new story content. The Long Retreat is, of course, a return to the setting for the very first content I … Continue reading
I have another defense-affairs-oriented blog post up at the Fish Bowl. I’m thirteen notebook pages into the next story, and so far, so good. It’s flowing nicely. I have a feel for the characters, and the nature of the action … Continue reading
Collaborator parvusimperator and I have been writing some on defense procurement at the Fish Bowl. Check it out, if that’s your thing, and you can use this post to comment.
I wrote some rambling, disjointed, late-night thoughts on ideologies and culture. At the , my fiancée recently read an interlude chapter of a much more popular piece of web fiction, and honestly, you’re likely to have heard of the audiobook … Continue reading
“That just about wraps up our business, doesn’t it?” said Cannon. “Except for one thing. What are you, really? I’ve had about enough of the monk act.” The abbot glanced sharply at Masaracchia, who shook his head. “It was not … Continue reading
