Hello from a basement out here in central Minnesota. I hope this missive finds you and yours doing well on this seventh day of Christmas, and that your true loves have bestowed a septet of swimming swans upon you.
Imagine my delight then to learn that Netflix is adapting Redwall and then later Martin the Warrior into animated films
I've also taken the time today to set up a Gumroad page as a landing spot of sorts for independently publishing and selling some of the stories I'm working on. The first piece is a just-a-hair-past-nano piece of short fiction, "Rests Like a Bastard Sword," from my Short as Fictober 2019 endeavor.
Last Tuesday, The Forever Sea was published by DAW books, and while I'm not too far into yet, I'm absolutely enjoying the hell out of it.
It's been a week since Halloween, a week since the end of October, a week since the culmination of Short As Fictober, my self-imposed, month-long writing journey. I haven't written much of anything since then, but I have had a moment to reflect on the experience and make a plan of sorts.
Writing is a strange and giant beast, that I sometimes lose sight of the simple fact that it's supposed to be fun. I'm looking forward to what kinds of stories will happen over the next 31 days. Who's with me?