The Bullhorn of SILVER BROWN

The Interview is Coming Soon (Apparently)

This week I got back in touch with that guy I recorded that podcast with a while back, to ask him about the status of the interview. When June 3 came and went uneventfully, my first thought was that nothing came of those thirty minutes I chatted with him. I imagined some omnipotent media gatekeeper in a Brooks Brothers suit pounding his Princeton class ring-endowed fist on the table in some random unremarkable Manhattan boardroom, declaring to his flock of pencil-necked underlings that this interview was far too outrageous for the air. To my pleasant surprise, if there were any corporate overlords involved, they have been appeased. Quoth the dude…


The Journey of SILVER BROWN

Chewing The Cud

The two most recent chapters I’ve been editing lately are being stripped and fused together. There was too much needless exhibition that bogged down the story in the earlier drafts, so I’ve begun the process of gutting all that in order to grow a new literary Frankenstein from the tissue samples that remain. This will make for a better kickoff into the next act, methinks. Not to mention it’ll leave more creative room for The Lads to take on more horrifying guises.

Writing is never a waste of time. Even if you don’t use something you write, there’s always a reason why you wrote it. I save every morsel of prose I have ever composed, good or bad. My past life as a web developer begat that habit. The conventional wisdom in web development is that unused code snippets should never be deleted while a website is under construction. They should merely be commented out, for you never know if or when they might come in handy. The same principle applies to written prose. If a passage gets extracted from a manuscript for whatever reason, there’s a special file where I put it for safekeeping, in case I feel that need to regurgitate it for later.


The Journey of SILVER BROWN

₪KLAVERIOS: An Island in Pictures

I wasted yet another perfectly good afternoon devising a couple of more diagrams similar to the ones at the very beginning of the book. Once I get a few more of the kinks in these maps ironed out, they will be inserted into the manuscript as a visual lead-in to the second act, for all the vivacious editing I’ve been doing on the first act is currently nearing completion.

These diagrams represent a top and side view of ₪KLAVERIOS, the home island of a powerful warlock who becomes an important character in Act II. It’s cone-shaped with a lone point of entry on one end of it and a wall on the other. A steep hill in between. A hill that is certainly worth the considerable effort it takes to climb, for in the middle of that wall is a mysterious portal that leads to the Valhalla District. Where the warlock lives. He’s a member of the Society of Wheel Turners, a cybermagickal organization which has one Kent Fairholt on its payroll, among others. So Kent and the warlock go way back. When the next version of the ebook is published, I will leave it up to the aforementioned Mr. Fairholt to explain the Wheel Turners to you in detail.

The portal to the Valhalla District is entirely controlled by the warlock’s pet. He’s a serpent-formed security program named Sweetheart, but he’s a tad bit hard to make out on these maps.