Bookmaking log: finished 30 pages of |The Main Event|; 351 pages to go
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…
“For Ashley and Jeremy,” Sidney says, then bites the pen’s clicker. “Shit, what else should I write?”
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…
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.
Bookmaking log: finished 13 pages of The 2020 Event |The Main Event|; 390 remaining
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…
The Face of Fear is officially published and available for purchase on Amazon.
Bookmaking log: submitted finished A Lyme-Brained Rhyme Game for publishing
‘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.’