Month: November 2011

Crazy Steve’s Crazy Sale

Posted by – November 19, 2011

Quick update. Crazy Steve’s Crazy Sale is happening. All my stuff is free on Smashwords until December 1.  Get some books.

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National Short Story Collection Writing Month

Posted by – November 3, 2011

National Novel Writing Month is underway. As far as I can, the whole point of the activity is to inspire people to prove to themselves that they can, in fact, write a novel. Personally, I’ve done that enough times that I know I could never write a novel in a single month. Full time job, grad school, family, Skyrim…it’s just not going to happen. It also wouldn’t prove anything.

With that in mind, I’m taking on a project that is simultaneously more and less ambitious: a short story collection all focusing on the same character. The real trick her is that I don’t think I’ve ever used the same main character in multiple stories before. When I write, I always try to pick out characters who are suited for the story I want to tell, not the other way around. Of course, short stories are much smaller projects, so even if it’s outside my comfort zone, it’s still an easier project. I’m OK with that.

This is something I’ve been meaning to do for some time.  I wrote the first story in the series, “Klondaeg and the Gnome Conspiracy” a few months ago when I was cooling down from the draft of “Harbingers of Mortality,” but decided to focus on my next novel, “Curse of the Bellandir,” instead.  I’ve also started the second after running into a bit of a roadblock.

Anyway, the Klondaeg stories are action stories about a Dwarven monster hunter.  They also take place in the Smiterverse, which is only growing in popularity.  That’s the other reason to do this.

I leave you with a sample of “Klondaeg and the Gnome Conspiracy,” a sign of things to come:

“Graaaa…” said Klondaeg.

The undead magma goat raised its head and looked around with a vacant expression, crumbs of silver ore falling from its maw. The bell around its neck jingled.

“…aaaaaaaah!” said Klondaeg, brandishing King’s Rest, his two-headed battleaxe, over his head. He leaped over the river of magma, and his mighty iron boot found firm footing on an obsidian island. The goat, once a fiery hell-beast while it was alive, and now little more than a cud-chewing statue, cocked its head inquisitively at the Dwarven warrior bearing down upon it, and narrowed its eyes. With bloodthirsty bleat and a swift kick, the basalt beast knocked Klondaeg back across the river. Klondaeg rolled when he fell, and was soon back on his feet.

“Yes, charge him with an axe. I’m sure that never occurred to the miners before they summoned you,” said Sinister.

“It’s worked on everything else so far,” said Dexter. King’s Rest had a mind for each head, one wise, one brash. Neither was often helpful….

“Graaaa…” said Klondaeg.

The undead magma goat raised its head and looked around with a vacant expression, crumbs of silver ore falling from its maw. The bell around its neck jingled.

“…aaaaaaaah!” said Klondaeg, brandishing King’s Rest, his two-headed battleaxe, over his head. He leaped over the river of magma, and his mighty iron boot found firm footing on an obsidian island. The goat, once a fiery hell-beast while it was alive, and now little more than a cud-chewing statue, cocked its head inquisitively at the Dwarven warrior bearing down upon it, and narrowed its eyes. With bloodthirsty bleat and a swift kick, the basalt beast knocked Klondaeg back across the river. Klondaeg rolled when he fell, and was soon back on his feet.

“Yes, charge him with an axe. I’m sure that never occurred to the miners before they summoned you,” said Sinister.

“It’s worked on everything else so far,” said Dexter. King’s Rest had a mind for each head, one wise, one brash. Neither was often helpful.