How does the mail work in your world?
Granted, this doesn’t seem to come up as a big thing in most fantastic fiction. The thrill of, “will our heroes make it in time?” is totally lost if the bad guys win because of a minion’s email. Continue reading
As the saying goes, the best time to prepare for a disaster was last year. The next best time is now. How do your characters plan to deal with problems before they happen? And how well do their plans match reality? Continue reading
Long hours at work. Hopefully it’ll make up bills for the time I was out sick, but it’s very inconvenient for writing. Continue reading
Okay, I now need to research maritime trade in Northeast Asia and beyond in the Little Ice Age period, because our heroes are going to have a lot to do with the water. Yes, land adventures are a go, but they’re also going to have to deal with mermaids, water monsters, and inevitable sea trips to go rescue people. (Not what I expected from the original idea, but… yeah.) Continue reading
Like many of us, I am Very Disappointed in what comes out of Hollywood these days. So instead of turning on the TV I poke through YouTube for subtitled foreign shows with settings of interest and languages I’m trying to pick up bits of; generally Korean, Chinese, and Japanese. Which is how I stumbled onto a neat show from 1978, “The Yoshimune Chronicle: Abarenbo Shogun”. Continue reading
All right, Russia. For the sake of a good alternate history, your Empire is going down.
Er. Let me explain. Continue reading
Looking back, most of what had happened by the river had gone contrary to orthodox cultivation techniques. And on sober reflection… he was not unhappy with that result. Continue reading
“A Ghost-Speaker’s testimony is only hearsay in court.” Queen Selenay’s eyes narrowed. “Unfortunately.” Continue reading
Lan Wangji moved a half-step forward; that was a perilous offer. And yet… Wei Wuxian had seemed unworried. Continue reading
Lan Wangji kept a wary eye on them, but held back, as more people gasped and cried out. This, at last, felt like a familiar part of a night-hunt. Once one living soul recognized a ghost, it was as if a cloud of mist lifted, allowing others to also see. Or possibly, the ghosts themselves became more recognizable, resentful energy pacified enough to recall their live bodies. Continue reading