Temporary schedule change

To deal with a bit of slowdown, I’m shifting my schedule; Tuesdays are novellas, four chapters a month, Sundays are continuations of the main novel. If I have good progress on the next novel, I might move back to the previous schedule; I’m dealing with the usual issues, simple straightforward combination of ‘day job’, ‘loved ones need attention’, and ‘does anyone care about what I’m writing’, the usual stuff. A big part is just to make sure that I have a constant stream of entertainment to keep people involved, so I don’t vanish like I kind of did last year!

Skin Hunger Q&A

Well, not too many questions asked, but interesting results to the polls- First and foremost, Jormungandr won a frankly stunning number of votes, and came in first! Also it made me realize I didn’t have her in the fucking Stranger in Paradise poll! Whoopsie. Our recurring characters had the good scores one would expect, and the new characters- by and large- seemed to get some actual decent responses, particularly Ku and the ever-mysterious Grandmother Spider!

As for how people like Li best, 6 votes for as a girl, 3 for as a guy, 3 for as- well, something else. Highly egalitarian, everyone!

What next? There will be updates, with any luck, up to Tuesday the 16th- First a two-part thing I wrote for Christmas for the next two days, then the January first chapter, and finally, a two-parter showing some of the adventures of Oliver and Randall Creed, back in their monster-hunting days.

After that? Gonna depend a lot on what my work schedule looks like. I’m currently working 55 hours a week, so my writing output is variable. The next novel is Actus Deus, an Atina LeRoux story, revolving around the fairy courts, a murder charge (what other kind is there), and swords. I’ll keep you guys updated on my progress as I work my ass through it.

Chapter 21: Horace Ties Up Loose Ends

There was something in the room with me. Breathing. A presence. Evil, and hungry. I lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as the car lights far below flashed by. The darkness fled from the lights in stripes across the ceiling, and then returned once the car had gone. I couldn’t lift my head. Couldn’t look away. I could still remember the sight of Daryl, as he told me that I was worth more than his father. Still remember Betty’s expression as she begged me to stop. Begged me not to give too much. I could have given more. Damn it, I had so much, and I couldn’t use it for anything. I could have saved him. I wouldn’t have died. If I hadn’t been such a coward…

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