I haven't posted in a while. I'm in a deadline panic at work, and that is killing my writing time right now. I've been working on my side projects, and thinking about The White Room a little.
Pretty soon, I'm going to have to write another draft of Mirror, Mirror. The version that I've sent out a couple of places didn't get the response I'd hoped for. They like my writing style, but the "fantasy" element bumps them out of the story. Is it fatally flawed? I don't know.
I need to send out some more work soon.
XXXVIII. Ransom Demand
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As Prelate Ingal lay dead on the floor of the Nave, right at the point of
the triangle, the crowd backed slowly away. Their fear of Erewin was
balance by t...
2 days ago
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