Fortnightly update 18: 03.08.2020 to 16.08.2020
In this blog series, I share my fortnight-to-fortnight triumphs (and failures) as a writer. Despite all the ups and downs, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Murderhobos Must die
I playtested my Fifth Edition adventure Murderhobos Must Die this fortnight, and it went really, really well — better even than The Oracle of Aegis Isle. I’m busy commissioning the artwork for the adventure now, and the featured image of this post is a sneak peek of that. Once that’s done, I’ll polish the adventure little and then put it up on DriveThruRPG for sale! Again, “murderhobos” is a tabletop RPG term, so please take no offence.
Flash fiction and short stories
So I got obsessed, and now I’ve got several pieces of flash fiction and short stories floating around in the drafting stages. Honestly, I spent most my time this fortnight on this, and I’m proud of what I’ve made. I’m hoping to submit all of them somewhere for publication over the next few weeks.
I write scripts for the popular World War II YouTube channel The Front. We uploaded two videos this fortnight, as usual. The first was about the most effective pilots of World War II. I’m quite happy with this one, but it needs more love!
You’ve heard of the Red Army, but what about the White Army?
I started listing out my top 10 favourite literary works and films and all that on my website this fortnight too. They’re a great way to get to me know me better. Just scroll down on my home page to find ’em!
I write 250-character “stories” using the #vss365 word prompts on Twitter under my own name. I think the first two mostly sucked, but I liked the last one. I was fun, at least.
From Earth, she was called Epsilon… something or other. But the star knew herself by another name, and soon so would those pesky, self-centred humans. She pushed out her last fiery breath and let gravity win.
She was a vector for heartbreaks, but his broke before he was born. To her malaria, he was sickle cell, and they were meant to be.
Bill broke his shotgun, thumbed in two shells, and limped out to where the saucer hovered and strobed over his field. He pulled both triggers, bouncing lead pellets off strange metal, and said, “Go on, git! I dun’t know about you damn aliens, but a man needs his rest!”
I’m starting to realise that if you’ve got the inspiration to create something, you’ve gotta use it. Of course, you can’t let it get in the way of your regular work, so get that done first, but totally let your passion take you wherever the hell it wants. Get weird.
Thanks for reading ❤