Monthly Archives: February 2012

Last week I dusted off my soapbox to talk about how, as writers (especially of fantasy), we make choices in creating our settings that logically limit the resources we can bring to bear in the writing process. I want to continue that discussion this week, but instead of the setting’s fundamental elements limiting our resources, … Continue reading

[This week sees the first instalment of a three-part short story. I wanted to work on several small pieces that could tie together into a single, larger story. Different perspectives from different periods on a single, weighty decision. I'm not sure how well the pieces stand on their own, but come back next week to … Continue reading

Wow. I knew when I set this site up that I’d get a lot of spam. I always do. I’m the spam magnet. My inbox is full of… well, you probably don’t want to know what the depths of the internet are capable of belching up into my inbox, but the point remains. I attract … Continue reading

Writing is, when you get down to it, all about resource management. The blank page you see when you sit down to write a new story is indicative of the limitless resources you as a writer have at your fingertips. The problem is that those resources don’t stay limitless for long: each and every decision … Continue reading

Mages call it the Breathdrinker. Priests call it the Fallen Sky. Common men call it the Mist. All agree, however, on one thing… Truly, it is Death. Besieged by an enemy that cannot be understood or stopped, Ivarda has slowly decayed behind its high walls. Its refugee citizens struggle to see another sunrise in the … Continue reading

[So my partner and I got to wondering a while back: how does a warrior spend his retirement? Running a tavern, of course! Long hours, unreasonable clients, the occasional fight. Nothing seems to change. But what happens when the warrior changes, gets too old to even pick up his sword, loses his edge? That thought … Continue reading

Okay, let’s try this again… So, that’s my submission to Napier winging its digital way through the cyber warrens of the e-mail nexus and all hands can step down from battle-stations. How hands are capable of stepping, I’m not entirely sure, but that might be because my brain has burned out a few of its … Continue reading