Fun with Revisions

I seemed to have some confusion about whether or not Nyx’s kid clerk was a Ras Tiegan refugee, a half breed orphan, or a full blooded Nasheenian from the coast whose mother was a career breeder. All of these conflicting historical details appeared within the same 12-page spread.


In order to help me with some of my lazy city and dwelling descriptions in the fictional country of Tirhan (capital, Shirhazi), I’ve been browsing photos of the real (city of) Teheran today, and this is all I have to say about that: I’d do just about anything to live in Teheran for a year. …

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Lunch Break

I’m not sure how I’m going to finish this, but I’m going to finish it, dammit.

The Bitch is Back in Town

And that, my friends, is what happens when Nyx finally shows back up. Damn, that was rough going for awhile. I’m thinking it may end up running a tad long. Will print out what I’ve got tomorrow, but I think I’m through the worst of it.


The problem is, the book stops when Nyx is out of commission. These people can’t slap their asses with both hands without her. Or, rather, there doesn’t appear to be any narrative without her. Once I push past this part, it’s smooth sailing (which is why I skipped ahead and wrote those parts already), but …

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That was a bloody hard-fought thousand words, man. The problem with getting to the end of this book is, I’ve already written all of the big fun scenes, and now my entire word count consists of all the boring but necessary transition scenes and touchups where I’m stringing them all together. It’s like swimming through …

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Stuff I Fucking Hate

I cut a bunch yesterday, so this is about another 2k. I fucking hate this book. Must mean it’s almost fucking done.

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