I’ve waited a long time to make that pun.
So been pretty busy lately.
My side novella’s did the trick, Stumptown Noir is back in full swing. I decided to do a lot of rewrites, and a lot of additional scenes. Draft two is 16k already.
Also I started editing my first ever novella Wanderer’s Web, again. I’ve meant to do it for a while. Kint is a character I have a lot of attachment to, I want his stories to be the best they can. Good practice too.
I wrote a story about Unicorns, that features Kint. Set twenty years ago. A bit of the ronin’s past. And I’ve been beta-reading for a friend. Yeah, busy, but this is how I have fun. That and bad puns apparently.
That’s about it. Birthday season around here so I’ve eaten a lot of cake. That’s noteworthy at least right? One was a Coconut Cake. What? I like Coconut Cake.
Hope everything is good with you guys and I’ll be posting more soon. Until then, here’s a short preview from the aforementioned, but unnamed, unicorn story. Have a great weekend everyone.
Kint blinked, unsure if he was seeing things right. The sparkling manure was enough, but the amount of skeletons was beyond his understanding. A few still with tatters of clothing, and gray shreds of flesh. He counted eight skulls, some big enough to be adults.
“Lord help us,” he said, hand sliding in a cross over his chest on it’s own.
Movement at the end of the tunnel, a light neighing sound echoed off the concrete. It was waist height, a foal, but already bearded. White fur, filthy from the mud, and a tangled white mane.
The horn was just a foot or so, but plenty long for a kill.