Late at night, the forest beyond our little village comes alive with chirps and howls. I tended the fire while my mother prepared earthenware pots of porridge and stew. The bed of coals was almost hot enough to cook on, and only a few drips from the light shower outside penetrated the hay thatching overhead. Each droplet made a hiss as it hit the fire.
Long day, and I just need to get some thoughts…
I spent a pretty decent chunk of my day working outside. The shabby construction in the picture is a “greenhouse” that cost me absolutely nothing to build. … warning, this is a fairly long post.
There are a lot of reasons writers quit writing, but this is perhaps the deadliest.
Another little story about Gape. Enjoy. 2800 words, 15-30 minute read.
Another day working the day job, another night at the cabin. I’ve been sleeping here for almost 90 days straight, or one season. There’s still much left to be done, but time seems to be always against me.
The first of Gape’s chronicles. This character lives in a small village in Abundanti, where life is simple and serene. He’s helping me to flesh out some world-building elements.
I’ve been working at night for several months on a new project, as time permits. It involves several tiers of historical research, learning about primitive cultures, and more. This is the first time I’ve posted any of it publicly.
You hear about it all the time. Trendies love chalking it up as the solution to all the world’s problems. The view is pretty good from stadium seating, but let’s take a little walk down to the arena floor and see what’s really involved with setting up a solar grid of your own.
Called my apartment manager earlier today and gave her the…