The Journey of SILVER BROWN

Staycation in a Strange Land

Several weeks of being grossly distracted by other things have come and gone. In my absence, new life germinated in some literary world of my own devising I temporarily abandoned. The intricacies of that world were the same ones they were before. They were merely re-experienced with a beginner’s mind. A mind that had just finished unlearning what it had learned.


The Journey of SILVER BROWN

Formless Spawn of Black Ichor

When the world is being ravaged by an actual insanity-inducing Lovecraftian abomination, the task of writing about one strangely becomes easier. Although this is hardly the first one I’ve ever seen.


The last one I saw looked something like this, except It would wash down the human souls It devoured with a cup of Earl Grey tea.

The Journey of SILVER BROWN

A Chekhov’s Gun Who Pumps Iron

In the second chapter of SILVER BROWN there is a character known only as Nielsen, who could easily be written off as a throwaway character upon his initial introduction, but gradually becomes more important as the story progresses. There’s a point in the narrative where the shocking truth about him is revealed. I’m currently editing said point, finding it a challenging task that calls for nothing short of a channeling of the inner bard…


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My inner bard is something like this, except with tentacles.