I’m in the midst of the vast battle being fought in a forest—doing a scene that is pouring out of my fingertips in what I can only describe as a waking nightmare. I’ve written more than 2000 words in the last hour, and am tearing through this thing barely able to slow down to reset the timer, and scaring the bejeezus out of myself.
I know where this scene is coming from…it’s coming from my personal adventures mowing the lawn. But… holy crapnoids.
Those of you who remember the keyu from Bones of the Past and Mind of the Magic… You ain’t seen nothing yet.