A Loose Collection of Thoughts on Food and Writing.
In cold northern Fryhel for almost every meal they serve bread and ‘fairy butter’.
To start it’s called fairy butter because it’s made in Southern Cyok by fairies.
It’s made from a coconut like fruit, reddish according to the locals. When prepared it produces a thick yellowish red oil. The oil is cooked at a low temperature with orange peels and other citruses for about six hours, then shipped in casks. Served on heated bread they say eating the butter will stave off illness and diseases of the mouth.
The people of Fryhel got no clue what scurvy actually is, or vitamin C, but we do and good chance your reader does. (And a people that live off meat and fish alone are a little boring). Continue reading
The Strumbellas – Wars (Live)
Listening to that song and band a lot lately. I love all of their stuff, seriously check them out they’re great.
So working on my world. Well working on a world, Eledgya (Otherworld). Felt the need Continue reading
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.
…. Plus some sequel things.
First though, I’ve listened to this song like 400 times. You should too.
Start at Breadcrumbs
Christmas Eve, 2007
The cooking thermometer made a loud -Ding- as the portal began to open.
Nicole tossed her paperback onto the workbench, and slipped a 9mm into the back of her pants. The number of refugees lately had increased, yet another war between Stydran, and Fryhel sending them through in droves. The alarm had been Nicky’s idea, he was pretty clever occasionally. It only gave them a minute of warning, but it was better than a sudden bright flash, and then visitors. Continue reading
The car ride was uncomfortable, and it wasn’t just the way her wings fit in the seat.
The fists still hurt against her chest, and her pride stung, being trounced by a leprechaun wasn’t a high point in her life. She talked the whole time, Nicole, her ‘nice’ tone strong again. Continue reading
So I’ve exceeded my word count. Which is nice, because after three restarts this was my last try with this novel. Nothing felt right, but somethings different this time. It’s working for me. Continue reading