Moe Lane

I don’t know how authors did this before they invented word processors. I well and truly do not. It’s just so much easier to edit now.

At some point, it may be necessary for me to break my own fingers and send this puppy out to the beta readers. Not quite yet, but we can see it from here. Kind of nerve-wracking, though. Soon there will be no more excuses. Soon.

• 71.6K words.
• Started describing the raid that suddenly became obviously necessary.
• Backstory, backstory, backstory
• Did a rough survey of existing and in-progress short stories in this universe for collection/possible Kickstarter stretch goal. There was more than I thought there’d be.

Dream Police, Cheap Trick

I gotta do something while the book’s out to the beta readers, after all. So far, I have it broken down into three main categories:

Me: Well, if CD Projekt Red needs more time to finish polishing the game, then it does, that’s all. Cyberpunk 2077 was and is a very ambitious project, and they’ve been working on it for years already. Six more months isn’t so bad, really.

Also me:

I liked this guy. I hope I don’t kill him!

Wouldn’t you know it: I had a realization in the shower this morning that clears up an issue and gives a reason for a character having died in exchange for writing some more passages. Yay! Or Yay? Haven’t decided yet.

• 70.7K words.
• Got a character’s death justified.
• Got another character a little screen time.

I helped playtest Good Society. It’s a fun game (role-playing in Jane Austen-type stories), albeit one utterly unlike my usual fare*. I’m glad they won the award for it. And in the first year, too! That’s, like, extra swank.

Moe Lane

*I still say they should have gone with zombies for the supplement, but maybe I can convince Hayley to let me write a sourcebook for it later.

The Mary Ellen Carter, Stan Rogers

Interesting. If true.