A periwig, if you’re curious, is a highly styled wig worn formerly as a fashionable headdress by both women and men and retained by judges and barristers as part of their professional dress. I assure you, this is relevant to this week’s discussion of my works in progress.
Thirty-three weeks in. This year, I’ve written three books, two novellas and ten short stories. I have three more books, one novella and two short stories to write by year’s end. Four and half months. No sweat. (more…)
Get it? Aaron Blur? Like Burr. Aaron Burr. Third vice president of the United States. Shot Alexander Hamilton. No? Isn’t there like a musical or something now? Was that a thing? Anyway, I thought that’d be a perfect super-type name. Aaron Blur, Fastest Politician Alive.
Look, I’m having a weird day, okay? Forget it. On to the weekly update. (more…)
I recently got some author’s copies in, and rather than add them all to the pile, I’ve decided it’s contest time again. So, grab your sigmarite shield and throw a saddle over the dread abyssal, it’s time for the Contest of Night. Mortarch of Night, that is. (more…)