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Girl Unobserved

If I ever ended up doing my memoirs I am almost sure they would be titled ‘Girl Unobserved’ at this point. I’m not sure why but I rather like the poetic view of it, and I’m a sucker when things work out poetically. First, the title has a similar notion to Girl Interrupted, which could very well have been a book about a part of my life. Second, it has a notion that I am in fact a girl who is not observed, an obvious notion but one that doesn’t always come to reality because I am literally unobserved as a girl. Three, this comes from a half-line in an Ellie Goulding song, which I’ve recently been listening to quite a bit. A song fittingly called ‘The Writer’. I really need to compile a list of songs that involve writers or writing, I know like a good three at least off the top of my head.

The problem is I would have no clue what my memoirs would be. I haven’t exactly had a lot happen with my life. There are mostly collections of key events I could describe but none of it would ever feel like a story to me, or it would just feel too fictional if I did manage to make it feel like a story. This is probably why I will never write those memoirs. So here’s hoping I manage to come up with something else that can be called Girl Unobserved besides this post. Maybe it will happen, maybe it won’t.

Speaking of things unobserved though, I’ve been doing a lot of writing off the scene of this blog, and much of it I don’t want to reveal until I have completed pieces and even then I wouldn’t want to reveal since they will be going into other things. However! Over the next week I plan on releasing two pieces! Both of them come from my main series ‘Beyond Ever After’.

The first is in honor of Valentine’s day and will be a short story where Gnidori wakes up with a stranger in her bed and soon has to figure out what is wrong with all the people in the town she stopped at. The second is the rough draft of my first chapter for the second book of Beyond Ever After titled: “A Faerie in a Purple Dress”. I can’t wait to release both of these as they have been ideas I’ve had circulating in my head for over a year now.

And that is just the beginning of the hole where all my writing is sitting waiting to be set free.

Missing Activity

So I realize I have lacked a lot of activity on this blog lately. Unfortunately I’ve had to pick a lot of what I could do each day and much of monitoring and providing content to my blog had vanished with the fact that I still have six or so drafts that are half written in my draft collection on this blog. That does not mean I haven’t been doing nothing though.

I have instead been working on outside posts to various sites and most of all been working on my next novel, and a variety of short stories for a few anthologies that I’ve been working on with some people. So because of this I have discovered two solutions to solve my issues with not keeping my blog up to date.

The first possible solution is to actually turn this blog into a blog, with personal recollections of things that occur in my life or are spurred on by my life. This means it will turn less away from a showcase of all my fiction and more toward my thoughts and rants. I’ll still have the occasional fictional pieces on the blog appear but daily or every other day will be just my recollections on something of concern.

The other option is to be releasing the pieces of writing that I do daily, regardless of what is actually finished on it. This gives me a form of accountability but also would likely end in instances of pieces not being complete and people being annoyed that I may stop a story right in the middle of something and I would be unlikely to go back to it until a day or two or more.

Personally I think the first option is better for my overall blog, which means it might end up being the direction I go. This way I can still post fictional pieces as I accumulate them, and my blog actually becomes what it was meant to be. Not to mention I get content up that won’t mentally drain me and make me not want to write anything else like my novels.

Depending on what I go with it will be up over the next few days and from then on I will be back on a steady rhythm of posting things on my blog.

As a final note, here are some of the links to the topics I have been writing over the past couple months.

The first is from Mookychick and deals with genderbending and writing.

The Second comes from wordchazer and handles how Profanity affects World Creation in Writing.

And a few reviews for Michael Montoure’s new book Permanent Damage and a review of Jim Butcher’s newest book Cold Days.

And that is all for the moment that I can dig up!

Three Sixty-Six: Entry 44

Day 44: Three Sixty-Six

Space Butterfly Day 2202 CE,

I couldn’t have been happier to see it. It was a sort of mystifying experience that I would never forget. Many people didn’t believe it until that day, so many years ago.

I first saw the great space butterfly during the moonbloom of 2192. I think most people were shocked that day. The space butterfly had descended low enough in our skies that we could actually see it. And the sight… It was the most majestic and remarkable creation I had ever seen. It landed right on the moon and stayed there. I think it would have remained longer if it hadn’t been for the ship that was sent up to it.

Because it only stayed for a short amount of time, we now have half a moon that is teeming with life capable of being there, and the other half as the normal wasteland it was. No one is quite sure what the great space butterfly had done to the area to cause that but it only proved a point to so many. The space butterfly is likely what created life on earth if it could make the moon so rich.

We’ve had plenty of scientists scavenge collections from the area and no one was allowed on that side of the moon until it was deemed safe. Ten years had passed since that moonbloom, and now we, I, finally get to step foot on the wonderful world the space butterfly created. Then again, I might have already been living on a world the space butterfly had created. But to see a god create such a thing, it is impossible not to believe. Sure faith is supposed to be blind which is why the christian pantheon never really appeared to us. But the Space butterfly had other things in mind.

Things like making the moon the most beautiful green hanging in our sky. I can’t imagine the kind of vegetation nor could I describe it the moment I finally did step out on to the bloom side of the moon. It was like stepping into a tropical jungle. I imagine it was completely different from the original steps on the moon. Considering mine were into cold mud with the occasional leaf being crunched under me.

We didn’t even need to wear suits, since the place was entirely habitable with oxygen. Although our steps were still a bit larger than on earth, it was nice to feel as weightless as I did. But we were told this was half the weightlessness the moon had before.

I just hope that someday the space butterfly comes back to finish the job. We shouldn’t have scared it off. Because the beauty before me…

I finally understand why the world is so beautiful and yet so devastating at times. There can be no beauty and creation without destruction.

Thank you Space Butterfly,

Fujimora Pantsu

Poetry of the Soul

Here are a couple short poetry pieces I wrote in the middle of writing NaNoWriMo stuff. I figured I might as well share them, since they weren’t going anywhere else and I’ve delayed posting up my NaNoWriMo stuff for a couple of days. As usual the poetry uses quite a bit of Enjambement, since I apparently really love that.

Binding

I’ve asked and pleaded

To be set free

Yet these chains continue

To bind me

They coil and restrict

My very soul

For while they are there

She

I cannot hold

Dreams

I’ve often wondered

Of my dreams at night

Where do they go

At the encroaching light?

Have they leapt

Into minds I know?

Or evaporated

With the sun’s great glow?

Where ever they have gone

They seem to be

Quite happy and content

They are rid of me

For they never call

Or skype me so

To tell me where

They always go.

Holding Hands

There is little that can startle me

Except for the very truth to be

For when I see her again

I will not stop at just holding hands.

Change At First Sight

Nothing has come

Quite so easily

Except for when

She laid eyes on me

I knew just then

As I know now

My family had grown

By one

Somehow

Nanowrimo

I have officially hit over 100 posts with this blog. Amazing. Although if I had stayed on schedule I would be on 200 posts by now.

And schedule is why I chat now. Nanowrimo is coming in the next few days and for once I will actually be fully participating in it. I’m working up the outline for the book I’ll be writing for it and then I’ll be working hard to get it done. And in honor of Nanowrimo, to dedicate myself one step further, I will be posting the chapter by chapter of the book I write as I finish it.

Yes it will be rough drafts but I have plenty of rough drafts already in this blog, so adding another won’t change much. Besides, it manages to provide some content to the site, even if it will likely be 2k word plus posts once again, which I know most people won’t read. But hey, people not reading my stuff won’t ever stop me from writing.

The plan is actually to produce this nanowrimo book as my next book, physical copies and everything, once I’ve gone about editing it, of course, and had some people read it to provide feedback. It will be my first young adult novel and possibly the first in a series for it, which I’ll be upkeeping with my normal series ‘beyond ever after’.

I can’t wait to start showing off some of the book and here’s hoping I manage the 50k words or even finish the whole book by the end of the month!

Unfortunately this also means my current serials on this blog will likely be put on hold again (Though you never know, I might push something out for it just because I want to write more). But at least something will be on here again.

Let me know what your plans are for Nanowrimo! Are you going to be involved?

Who I Am

All my life I’ve been making personas. Not the kind that are separate from me and exist as different names and lives across the internet, but the kind that are close to who I am but never fully me.

I’ve been lost in the whirlwind of so many people, that I’m like the monster of Frankenstein; hundreds of parts of people all brought together. Only… I created that monster.

I brought about what I am, but not who I am.

That… you taught me.

Surprisingly.

And I’m not often surprised, especially when it is about myself. I’ve always been rather aware of myself but then, because of you, I discover that things I knew are not true and things I’d long forgotten have seeped back in. You changed me back to who I am and tore away at the fabrics of the personas I had wrapped myself in.

You see, I make these personas without a thought to it. Because in a way it isn’t me that does it. Instead I take on the form of what a person needs most when I am around them. It doesn’t matter what it may be. A shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen, a friend, a lover, a mother or brother, or maybe even someone to show that person an adventure. What I become for other people is not what is important. What matters is that I do it. Who I am changes to such a degree that in a way I had lost track of it.

Until you showed me again.

I can’t describe it with any words, for I can hardly coalesce it into thoughts. All I know is that you utterly surprised me; shocked me to the very core and left me on the floor.

And this I have to say, is not anything bad. It’s remarkable in a way. Because the surprise is that I’m not being anyone with you. I’m not taking on one of my personas. They’ve been stripped from me when around you, and all I am left with is… Who I Am.

Normally I become what a person needs most at that time, which leaves my relationships to be temporary and lacking. People come and go. I just never thought that my entire existence would be tossed around by simple conversations.

I can’t even concentrate on anything else but these words until they have completely left me, because of the simple yet explosive impact you have left upon the crater of my mind.

And I don’t hate it. In fact, it’s amazing.

It’s liberating.

It’s exciting.

Because the amusement of it all is that… it really is just simple conversations. But the change is that, I’ve never shared so much about me, about myself, about the actual person that I am, in essence, with anyone before.

No, it goes even further than that. It’s because… it is so fluid, and I am always about following the river. It is natural and a part of the flow of the universe to just talk with you. I’ve never had an easier time communicating with someone so perfectly down to the very core of the use of our words.

And I’d be the first one to attest that I am not at all the kind of person to talk. I might have plenty to say, but even on subjects I have something to say it isn’t often I will say something. But with you, every single ounce of my being comes out. Every single thought, literally. I’ve sat there just telling you my thoughts because it just seemed natural to say them out loud to you.

This isn’t the case with everyone. In fact, I often don’t even communicate much with my family, let alone mention my thoughts. Yet somehow it is even more natural for me to speak with you than them. I can’t explain it, and maybe I don’t have to; sometimes the mysteries in the world need to be there, more than the answers.

Instead I wonder. I wonder so many things.

Could it be that I’ve fabricated it all in my head? Maybe you aren’t like me. Maybe you aren’t at all the kind of person I had come to make you in my mind? Maybe I know nothing about you and I’ve simply created a version of you that I’ve placed. I wouldn’t be surprised. After all, I do spin stories. I’m very good at story telling, and even better at creating characters, but does that include you?

Then I wonder, maybe I am becoming someone you need. Maybe you need exactly who the blank slate of me is, for whatever reason I could never understand. Maybe you just needed someone like yourself or maybe you needed me for something I’ve yet to see. I don’t know why, because no one has never needed the blank version of me.

But this is where the flooring thought comes in. The big surprise.

Maybe it’s not you who needs me.

Maybe… just mebbe… It’s I who needs you.

I’m not taking on a persona, because you are so like me that you also take on an aspect of becoming who people need. You have become who I need while I have simply stayed the empty slate that I am because you need someone to need you. Or maybe you don’t and you are simply filing my needs, which is an even more terrifying thought.

But then again, maybe for once, we are just both each other. Maybe you don’t become other people. After all, there is just enough about you that is different, which makes it feel almost like I am conversing with just a different version of myself, or a future self or a self that has experienced a different world and now we have met. Because our tastes match, our life styles, our livelihood and much of who we are, yet we managed to experience some different things between us, that intrigue us both and now we can share them with someone who appreciates it all just as much.

I don’t know.

All I do know is that there is no one who I’ve ever met to be so very easy for me to talk to, and I have a feeling you don’t always hear that. Sure I still have my moments of silence with you but even then they aren’t awkward. And I know awkward silences, quite well. I’ve sat in cars before where no one had anything to say but that isn’t the case for us. Yes, maybe we have been nervous or unsure but the conversation has flowed, one way or the other.

Yet you… you keep making me surprise myself. And I can’t stop loving that. You keep making me smile and I don’t want that to fade. You keep making me laugh and I just want the laughter to keep coming.

But most of all: You make me realize who I am. And for that, I could offer you the world and it would never be enough. Because who I am is all I have left. And I wouldn’t have found it again without you.

So… thank you. At the very least… thank you.

Ginger

Urban legend dictates that gingers have no soul. And normally I am the type to believe in everything.

I still am.

But with that belief in everything comes an innate sense of choice.

And I chose a world full of infinite possibilities, making the urban legend both true and untrue. It is, in essence, Schrödinger’s Cat, because you won’t know until you open the box and see.

And I certainly opened up Pandora’s box. A box I never expected to be opened again.

Yet I had to let her out. There was no choice. Souls weren’t meant to be kept in boxes just the same as cats. But now that she is out and plaguing my mind… what is she?

She can’t be anything but a ginger. And yet not once have I asked myself whether she has a soul.

There is no room for such a thought to exist; it is just as inconceivable as my mind trying to make sense of why people love. If anything I’m the one without a soul, due to my remarks. I’m the cruel one, and yet she walks on the coals for crimes she is accused of. Crimes I accused her of.

Is she a thief?

Oh, yes she is. A thief of the sneaky caliber which quite rivals my own. In fact, it is better to say she is far more capable than I will ever manage. She could pluck an idea from your head before you could even manage to realize it was there.

Is she a witch?

In some sense of the word it is possible. I have yet to see her practice magick, or fall among the ways of darker spells. But a witch who is capable of bewitching those around her is more than possible. She’ll have sunk her magic into you before you are even aware. I know, because it happened to me.

Is she a ninja?

Oh yes. And not just any ninja either. She’s the kind that has advanced with growing technology and learned to strike at the very core of a matter from fast distances. She isn’t just a ninja, she’s one capable of sniping, even from far away. She has no need for traditional weapons; she has no need for weapons at all. She simply requires a target and the rest falls into place, as though it were a natural state of being.

Does she have a soul?

There is not a single being who could have more soul bursting through her. She doesn’t just have a soul, she has eyes that speak of times long past and energy to show there are even more ahead. No matter if they are dark or light, for their intensity and livelihood do not waver. She doesn’t just have a soul… she is a soul. A soul radiating with energy and creativity and vibrating at a frequency of my own.

Is she a paradox?

The best kind. The kind I understand yet marvel. She is both the same as me, and yet not at all. A conundrum I can stand behind, figuratively. Her mind is a mystery and yet so easily discernible. Her heart is shrouded yet clear in intention. Her body is awkward yet oozing with confidence. And her soul… oh her soul, it is not something I can speak so little about and do justice, for her soul is rich and free, just as I am and want to be.

Is she a traveler?

The kind you never expect. The ninja in her rubbing off. One minute she is there and the next she has gone to some far off land. And though her travels have only just begun, they still thrive in potential at just what will be possible. She doesn’t just travel, she lets the traveling come to her. After all, why move when everything else can move to you?

Who is she?

I couldn’t say. Not beyond what I have. For even now, having seen her soul and heart I could not be sure of who she is. Except that she is me and yet not me. She is herself and yet not who she makes herself out to be.

She is a ninja.

She is a witch.

She is a thief.

She is a traveler

She is a paradox

But these are not who she is. They are distractions from the soul underneath.

I know she has a soul. I know because I’ve seen it. I know because there is not a being alive lacking a soul that can also produce melodic words to such degree in song, thought, poem, writing and speech. For the arts require a soul to both understand and produce.

I have tried to claw away at what was there, but all I met was the devastation of what she could do to me, since I’ve let her in my heart. By probing into her, I’ve only discovered myself.

But maybe that is meant to be.

Maybe all I’ll ever find is myself. But maybe… just maybe I’ll find her too someday.

Mebbe…

Book Publishing and Marketing

Where do we go from here?

I wish I could say, other than: Moar Books!

I feel terrible for having neglected this blog website and many of my duties with other websites over the past month or two. Fortunately, I’ve finally managed to culminate all that neglect into something positive! The first of my novels is published book in Digital Format and in Physical Format.

You can find out more about the novel and even read the rough drafts of the first half of the book on my Beyond Ever After page.

Please check it out and spread the word! Even if you don’t want to buy the book, you can look over it ahead of time, and even spread the word to others whom might be interested!

I couldn’t describe how excited I was to finally see my author pages popping up everywhere. I’ll be working on them slowly over the next month or so. But now I am getting ready to get involved with Nanowrimo!

I’m ecstatic to be working on a young adult novel for Nanowrimo this year. Currently it is an untitled work, but I’m sure the title will emerge eventually, I am doing my research and character development and plot planning now.

Due to the Nanowrimo coming up, once again, I will only be posting to this blog here and there and I have put a hold on continuing my ongoing works. But you never know, I might get one or two out if the mood strikes me for it.

Also, very soon I will be releasing a wonderful short for my Beyond Ever After series, with Kindle. I’ve been working hard on this short and can’t wait to show it off, because I particularly do enjoy it when I read it over myself. So I hope everyone else will too!

The short is currently titled: Don’t Leave Home Without It. And it is looking to only be somewhere around six thousand words, which isn’t all that much! But far too long to post here on a blog. Many of my chapter works are already pushing it at four thousand words, which is far too long for a blog post.

I am so excited to be getting my book out there and I honestly cannot wait to start showing off some of the first chapters to my second book in the series! If everything goes well, around three months from now my Young Adult novel will be out and then a few months after that my second novel in Beyond Ever After! Of course, I have a few short stories with Beyond Ever After to serve the cravings in between. But still six months in between two novels in a series is amazingly well!

Let’s just hope picking up some addictive games doesn’t kill my productivity, right?

Silver-Eyed Sylvia

Short Work: Silver-Eyed Sylvia

“I suggest ya back up and leave, darlin’.” Sylvia mused with her normal drawl, while she held her favorite pistol, the one she called the Longshot, not more than ten feet from the trespasser, whom was shaking quite literally in their shoes. Their hands were held well over their head, with a bag of something woven between shivering fingers. She noticed the person was trying to lower it toward her, but Sylvia wasn’t exactly the trustin’ sorts.

“I ain’t carin’ who ya are, or why ya come. I’ve had enough of ya city folk ’round here, causin’ more trouble fer me than I’d like.” Sylvia elaborated as she cocked back the hammer of her sheen silver old-fashioned looking revolver. It was one of her own creations, much like any of the guns adorned by her in all fashions. It had an old western feel from around two-hundred years ago but possessed the kind of bite that could pierce even those annoyin’ sentries. Not all her guns were modeled that way, only her favorites.

“B-but Ma’am, I’ve come in place of Billy Boom, who is offering a substantial amount of money for you to produce a few beautiful pieces for him, like the one you are holding.” The young man dressed up tightly in his best suit of grey tried to explain with a shaky voice. Sylvia response made the boy jump though, when she fired a single shot right next to the boy’s foot and caused the dirt to hop into the air and spread around him. Instantly the pistol that had been in the woman’s hand was slipped away to the holster at her hip. Despite the pale face of the man, as the dust settled it revealed a rattlesnake missing a large portion of its front body not more than a foot from the pretty boy.

“If Mister Billy Boom wants my work, he’ll have ta come down here himself. I ain’t dealin’ with in-betweens, ‘specially when it comes ta my guns.” The silver-eyed gunsmith explained as she flicked a strand of her fiery hair then crossed her arms. The boy mere feet from her was shaking violently and swallowed a few times before he managed to even stutter a sound which Sylvia interrupted again. “Ya really need ta work on yer delivery, darlin’. You’re shakin’ worse than a palm tree in a hurricane.”

“T-that’s that thing Ma’am… he didn’t send me to pay and leave. He sent me to come an’ get ya. He wants you to work in Dallas. And it’s more than just a job for him. He has a whole line of people looking for the kind of equipment you can produce.” The man explained, growing more confident with his words as the young woman watched him with a raised eyebrow. Normally she would have said she don’t go to clients, clients come to her. But if it was more than one person, she might have been willin’ to make the trip. Especially if that bag of cash the boy held was her expenses for making her way to Dallas, the city in torment.

Sylvia lowered her hands to her side and tapped a few fingers against the butt of her pistol, locked in its holster. Her head twisted to the side in thought and she picked at her lips with her teeth before her attention fell back to the in-between man. “Very well, ya got my interest. But I’d be expectin’ some compensation fer goin’ ta a city so dead set in a war. And I’m goin’ ta be needin’ some supplies in the city that ain’t always easy to come by.”

The young man bowed his head and tried a gentle smile that suited his face. “Mister Boom has taken care of all that Ma’am, he even has a shop ready for you. But there is one thing he wanted me to ask before you take the job…”

Sylvia held her hand up in a stop motion as she let out a sigh. “If it’s about my eye, I’d rather not hear it. My guess is this Mister Billy Boom happens ta be lookin’ fer someone ta supply a cause, rather than a single man? The kind a’cause an upstandin’ citizen shouldn’t be involved in?”

The young man with slick black hair looked at her in complete surprise. He stuttered again for his words which Sylvia started to find endearing more than anything. “W-well, yes, actually. They need equipment you can provide but it does come with a large risk to you.”

Sylvia stepped forward and slid her fingers along the black-haired man’s jaw as she smiled up at him. “Well darlin’, It’s a good thin’ I ain’t any upstandin’ citizen.”

The short woman turned and slunk away with her hips swaying to a beat that wasn’t there, her jeans showing off her assets between the three different guns that were visibly strapped to her lower body in some fashion. She raised a hand and glanced over her shoulder. “Give me the rest of the day ta pack my special things and then we’ll be on our way. I do hope whoever this Mister Billy Boom is, that he realizes my kinda tech takes time. I ain’t gonna be supplyin’ an entire army even within a month.”

“He’s quite aware of that Ma’am, and he’s hoping you can improve a shipment he’s brought in to be more effective and function correctly.” The young man explained as he brought his hands together and followed Sylvia a few steps. The partly bionic woman raised her eyebrow again.

“Does he, now? It seems this Mister Billy Boom knows a bit more about me than the foolish urban legends from around these parts. I can’t guarantee anything with someone else’s product, so ya know.” Sylvia added before she turned back around and headed up the steps of her small looking bunker. Just like any other time she left it behind, no one would be bothering it. All the important stuff was underground anyway. And it wasn’t like anyone bothered with the wastelands anyway.

“I was told to mention he knew your father, a Mister Alexander Colt? He never thought you would be the type to give over to getting a few bionic upgrades considerin’ how your father raised you.” The young man explained as his foot touched onto the lowest step toward the bunker. Sylvia spun around and descended the steps instantly, causing him to stop following as she glared up into his eyes, now at a more level point, thanks to her lower height. Her single silver eye gleamed in deep contrast to her brilliant blue one.

“My Pa was a fool. Choosin’ to remain a cripple when he had the chance ta be at his full capacity. If I had done the same, ya wouldn’t be standin’ here askin’ me ta come ta Dallas, and I’d be lyin’ in a ditch somewhere. Don’t go suspectin’ on things ya know nothin’ ’bout. That sink in fer ya, darlin’?” Sylvia finished with an almost fully formed snarl hanging on her lips before the young man nodded lightly and gulped. She turned and trounced up the steps of the bunker and headed inside without another word to the dark-haired man who had come to collect her. The man let out a sigh and his shoulders sunk in relief.

Silver-eyed Sylvia didn’t seem quite as nasty as the fancy tales that had been spun around these parts about her.

That didn’t mean she was an absolute peach either, though.

The State of Update

So, this was long overdue, but I felt I had to respond with something going on. Because of the way things have changed in my life I can’t continue the posting of content every single day. I literally can’t as I’m often not even on a computer long enough to be able to write anything out that could be considered content for about four out of seven days of my week each week now. But I will be getting things out now once more.

Three Sixty-Six will continue, with being one new one each on Saturday and Sunday of each week. So two a week for that. They’ll continue just as they were before.

In addition:

I have an entirely new project in the works that is a Young Adult piece which I have still yet to decide upon a name for though currently I’m likely going with the tentative title of “School of Dreams”. This piece deals with an all new character being thrust into an entirely new school all getting prepared for the ‘competition’ but… no one will tell the character what the competition is! The first chapter is set to come out in a couple of days hopefully and I really have high hopes for it!

Also I have the beginnings of the serial fiction piece ‘Choose Your Own Erotica’ which I am hoping to have finished over the weekend this week! I’m super excited to be starting this and can’t wait to get multiple pieces of it released with a new continuing adventure in sex!

Finally, I am still making edits to my first novel while I work on all this. If you want to see more of Gnidori’s adventures just wait it won’t be much longer before Beyond Ever After continues. The novel is looking at about a november release, but may end up being earlier than that depending on the pictures I’m acquiring for the novel in both a paperback and digital form. As for the second book, you can look forward to the first chapter rough draft appearing probably within the next few weeks.

Thanks for the time! And I’m sorry there has been so little up here lately! But that will change very, very soon!

Random Jordan