There’s a bigger world in “Second Chances,” but I don’t know how to plot out something in it. I know the characters, but I can’t quite decide what to do with them. Which is a shame, really.
Category: Patreon
Hey, I have a Patreon (And broken glasses, but never mind that right now)!
I have broken glasses because I took them off to pill my cat, and then I promptly stepped on said glasses (I also didn’t get the cat pilled). I can afford new glasses, mind you. This isn’t an appeal to poverty, because I’m not poor. I’m just in a really, really grr-arrgh mood right now, that’s all.
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Patreon Microfiction: “From The Bold Marauder – Motivations.”
Ah, yes, her. Not exactly a supermarket-opener, this particular sprig of the Windsors. Let’s just say that the United Kingdom in “From The Bold Marauder – Motivations” had itself an extremely lively time of it during the alien invasion that precedes this particular work-in-progress. Many things were clarified, and more than a few assumptions were challenged.
Patreon! — Which you should sign up for, if you want to see more of this character. But, hey, no pressure or anything.
Short story and gaming material up at Patreon!
Only a dollar a month! I’m practically giving this away. I mean, I could have cut Frozen Out In Cin City out short at only 3K words and fulfilled my obligations, and it went to 5K because the story required it. The latest installment of Shoppers for the Ghoul-Lords could have also been hacked back, but I didn’t, because I respect my patrons. And if you sign up for my Patreon, then I’ll show you that same respect.
Patreon microfiction: Ecclesiastical Reorganization.
The idea behind “Ecclesiastical Reorganization” has been extensively expanded here. Let me just say here that reorganizations can be really awkward. Particularly when not everybody gets the memo.
Well, that was epic. 2,800 words, straight up.
Ever have that moment when a story isn’t gelling, and then you realize that if you just switch a few things around, then everything fits into place, and then suddenly it’s four hours later and you have a 5,000 word short story instead of a couple thousand words of whatever. I mean, it’s not actually done. But now I can put it away for a day and revise it in time for the Patreon deadline. I liked how this one came out. You should read it when I post it Sunday, honestly.
Alas, I don’t have the creativity of a fruit fly right now. Lemme pull something from the old site.
Patreon microfiction: I Work For a Living.
“I Work For A Living” implies something that I’ve long believed: if time travel is possible, then time travelers would avoid this era like the plague. I mean, we have the concept — which means the risk that one of us primitive savages would put two and two together and get “this arrogant jackwagon is from AD 2500” is just far too high. And they’d be arrogant, insufferable, condescending jackwagons, too. Imagine how we’d react to visiting Elizabethan London. We’d all need special training just to avoid vomiting at the smell.
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Patreon Microfiction: ‘Promising Land.’
“Promising Land” is half alternate history, half a Tri-State Area-style joke. I feel that it works on both levels. But then I would, wouldn’t I?