Part of being Ever-Dying is your drive: you explore. It’s why your symbol on the Great Wheel is a boat. You never stop searching, never stop looking, peeking under every shadow, shining light down every hole. You care about why more than we do.
More snippets! More Notte! I hadn’t really planned for him to be in this scene, but here it is, anyway!
It sounds like exaggeration, does it not? I was there, and it is still difficult to credit.
Sir Pratchette wrote 400 words a day to create Discworld. Imagine what you can do with yours.
It is my great pleasure to introduce you to my latest tale, FOR DAWS TO PECK AT. Get it free via the newsletter, or pick it up at Amazon!
This week, let’s make ourselves a pact. I’ll stop comparing myself to other writers – and so will you.
Do you know this game? If you’re a writer, you do: It’s where you write a draft, but it’s not right, so you put it aside and try again. And again.
If this describes you, congratulations! You’re a writer. And there’s hope for your draft.
She guided me – taught me, which by design should not have been possible – to never kill children, to avoid the unwisdom of well-armed cities. She
taught me, friend, to stop before my prey would die.
I had discovered a state of existence other than hunger, and I wanted more. Tranquility spins a siren-song of its own.
Tiny yearning tugged at me. What would I find, if I could find my way there?
They did not grow old. They never knew illness. They could be injured, but they healed, and they never simply lingered. All this was why Jonathan made no sense.
Just a sample from a new story I’m working on. (Context? What’s that?)
This was amazing food.
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