Workin’ | The Bookmaker’s Note 6/5/21
I’m workin’. I ain’t nearly done yet but I’m still workin’ for y’all and I’ll be back jus’ as soon as I can, y’hear? And when I come back, I’m comin’ with the fiction.
Late | The Bookmaker’s Note 6/14/21
Bookmaking log: finished 30 pages of |The Main Event|; 351 pages to go
Long Dirt Roads – The Monksville Chronicles (42/124)
A pair of tip-ups, a jiggin’ rig, a lidded bait bucket, and the mighty auger, its spiral blade untarnished after multiple cycles of use – these are the supplies loaded into the sled which The Giant pulls uphill through the heavily falling snow. The onc…
Ashley and Jeremy – Untitled Bigfoot Project (165/224)
“For Ashley and Jeremy,” Sidney says, then bites the pen’s clicker. “Shit, what else should I write?”
Snowy Butterflies – The Monksville Chronicles (41/124)
The pair eagles reach North Cove and take perch inland, resting on a low-lying branch. The snow accumulated on their wings despite their heated flapping, simultaneously melting and freezing to form heavy coats of ice. Lysandra chips the shells off Lysa…
Nov the Thirteenth – Untitled Bigfoot Project (164/224)
It’s very rare that I do this – in fact, I don’t think you specifically have ever been exposed to this kind of writing, Journal – but I want to scrawl about a dream I had.
ALBRG | The Bookmaker’s Note 6/12/21
Bookmaking log: finished 13 pages of The 2020 Event |The Main Event|; 390 remaining
Fishcatcher – The Monksville Chronicles (40/124)
With his old wooden sled filled to the lip with tools for the catching of fish through ice, The Giant prepares to head north up a hillside once deemed treacherous. He stands under the hide awning of his cabin, the only awninged cabin in the entire Fish…
Nov the Ninth – Untitled Bigfoot Project (163/224)
The Face of Fear is officially published and available for purchase on Amazon.
Woods All Night | The Bookmaker’s Note 6/11/21
Bookmaking log: submitted finished A Lyme-Brained Rhyme Game for publishing
The Tide Churns [cont’d] – The Monksville Chronicles (39/124)
‘Pride?!’ Lysandra sends, wishing she could spit. ‘He stayed for your sake, Hilaetos, he was trying to warn you! To save you! Little did the gull know, ‘twas he who needed saving from you.’
