Good sorts of distractions [FU18]

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.

The Front

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?

Top 10s

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!

#vss365

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.

#epsilon

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.

#vector

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.

#field

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!”

Conclusion

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 ❤

Things are moving quick [FU17]

Fortnightly update 17: 20.07.2020 to 02.08.2020

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

So I went and made another thing, and it’s already drafted and awaiting feedback and illustrations. It’s another tabletop RPG adventure, this time under the Open Gaming License and using the Systems Reference Document, and it’s called Murderhobos Must Die. That’s about as much as I can reveal right now. Also, “murderhobos” is a tabletop RPG term; take no offence.

The Front

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 Filipino guerrillas in World War II.

The second was about the most effective soldiers of the Second World War. It was a pain in the ASS to write, but I think I did all right, all things considered.

#vss365

I write 250-character “stories” using the #vss365 word prompts on Twitter under my own name. Got pretty weird this fortnight, but I’m happy with the first and last pieces.

#dinosaur

The dinosaur shaman dreamt of the pink bipeds that would one day be. He saw them bend metal, break the sky, and burn the nest of the Eggmaker, and he wept. Then upon the Forest he called down a rock from the stars and rued in his last moment that he didn’t call three.

#galaxy

He lifted out his spoon and watched the galaxy stop spiralling and come undone. When it was cold and still, he stuck his spoon back in and stirred the other way, giggling as the tiny parodies of himself walked backwards on their streets and grew from big to small.

#nostalgia

Waltz in blue dustfall
Echoing songs of lost souls
Hot blood nostalgia

#iridescent

I watched my bent reflection in the iridescent skin of a bubble and wondered if God or the thing that made him watches our world in much the same way, following it with the sharp tip of their finger and just waiting to get bored.

Conclusion

I never thought I’d be drafting Murderhobos Must Die this fortnight, but I’ll take the win. Expect to hear more about this soon, and keep an ear out for some of the other stuff I’ve got going too. We’re talking big updates with The Front and Geetsly’s, tabletop RPG editing opportunities, credit on a good friend’s video biography, flash fiction, short stories, and more.

Thanks for reading ❤

Back to my roots [FU16]

Fortnightly update 16: 06.07.2020 to 19.07.2020

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.

Flash fiction

I’ve decided to get back into the flash fiction game, and I started it strong by submitting an 800-ish-word sci-fi story to Daily Science Fiction this fortnight. I can’t share it here, as that counts as publication, but I’ll let you know how that travels. Wish me luck! For those who don’t know, I started my journey as a writer with flash fiction about three and a half years ago, hence the title “Back to my roots.”

As a gesture to those days, the featured image I used for this post was created by Oliver Ragen more than three years ago for my terrible, terrible flash fiction piece Gods on the Scarp. I forgot how damn cool this illustration was.

The Front

I write scripts for the popular World War II YouTube channel The Front. We uploaded two videos this fortnight, as usual, and they were both about the WORST jobs of the Vietnam War.

#vss365

I write 250-character “stories” using the #vss365 word prompts on Twitter under my own name. I think I used the wrong spelling of “sceptic” for the first one, but who cares? Got a bit weird with the latter two, haha.

#skeptic

They called him skeptic and laughed at him his entire life. How could their rosy little town not actually exist? How could it not be… real? It made no sense at all.

“But who’s laughing now?” he said, folding his arms in the endless white void.

“Who’s laughing now?”

#xenophobe

A budding xenophobe, the veins on his brow took angry breaths as he raged and spat about the Visitors to his very best friend, Po.

But Po had been in the very first ship to land. His human suit itched bad, though not even six green hearts were enough to break the news.

#charisma

The red wine charisma that once had carried him died as he took up the pen. He knew all the words in the world, but in social circles once familiar he was now off-key, stammering sentences he saw so well in his head, heard by only his friends in the pages back home.

#ocean

She sucked the ocean from the Earth like the outmost layer of a sweet. Then between her molars she cracked open the core, impatient for the molten caramel within. But for her impatience, she cracked also her tooth, and her silent crying clapped out the sun.

Conclusion

Other than starting to write flash fiction again, this fortnight was a pretty normal one, and it’s honestly nice to get my routines back on track. Not much else to say.

Thanks for reading ❤