I’ve found my doppelganger: guy with same name, same age, living where I was born. Alien impersonator or evil twin?
I’m supposed to be writing an ending, but this feels more like I’m writing book 2 in the series. The characters seem happy to take detours.
Yes, I’m shamelessly pilfering Wicked here, but you know : artists do steal from time to time. This is supposed to be a short post about my Utopiales con from last week. We’ll see how short I can go. I go to […]
And he’s supposed to be into dark gritty stuff. Maybe I’ll have to tone the whole thing down during the rewrite.
This book I’m writing is getting darker and darker. Right now, Joe Abercrombie’s books look like Disney adaptations in comparison.