After having participated in NaNoWriMo (and after having thought about it for a couple of days), I have a few thoughts. First: it really wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be. I made it my goal to try to write about 2000 words per day (a goal that I sometimes kept [...]

Well, I finished NaNoWriMo, a couple days ahead of schedule. You can see my winner’s icon over on the right-hand side of the page. I’ve got some personal stuff to deal with right now, so don’t expect a retrospective right away, though I will post one eventually.

His eyes snap back into focus and he looks at me for a couple of moments. “It comes down to the difference between how yer kind experience time, and how the Folk do. Yer limited to yer own experiences, right? Ye got yer own memories, yer own past to draw on, plus [...]

“Six? They couldn't muster any more?” I'm impatient and anxious and I can get a little snappish when I get that way.
Whitehorse looks at me and grunts. “Case you hadn't noticed, this ain't Bastion. Most o' these folk are miners or craftsman, and it ain't like they can afford to spare [...]

Whitehorse and I are sitting on a bench outside the Sheriff's Office; he's smoking his pipe and massaging his leg, while I'm just waiting.
He breaks the silence with a question, one I've heard him ask before. “You ready to do what needs to be done, Cor?” It's the first time he's called me [...]

The Order of the Dawn was founded somewhere around thirty years or so after the War of Attrition ended. For a long, long time, we'd been united in our common enmity toward the Folk, our common goal of expansion, and we'd forgotten the petty crimes and little cruelties that had filled our day-to-day lives [...]

About a half hour later, I've packed my gear up and dowsed the fire, and the two of us are walking through the woods. We're walking side by side, but I'm letting Josephine take the lead whenever she feels like it, since this is her home ground. A question has been gnawing at [...]

I'm staring into the flames, savoring the smell of cooking meat; it's a welcome change of pace from the olfactory cacophony that I've been experiencing for most of the day. I see some movement—so slight it barely registers—on the other side of the fire and I look up, blinking, trying to get my eyes [...]

“You followin' a scent or somethin'?”
We're riding through the streets of Bastion on horseback. Everyone gets out of our way, recognizing us for what we are, knowing that we're not to be crossed. This is going to take some getting used to.
“Yes and no,” I say, keeping my eyes on the street, hoping [...]

Where in the name of the Prophet's left testicle am I? I'm on the ground, fully clothed, and I'm definitely not in my bed at Widow Jolien's house. I'm not even in Barnard's Lot anymore. There's a river not too far off; I can hear it flowing out there in the night. [...]