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 Bullhorn of SILVER BROWN

Now Playing: Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen of SILVER BROWN is currently being tossed into the deep dark Twitterverse for the reading pleasure of the good people of Planet Earth (and maybe a few of the bad people too, as long as they promise not to bring their guns) at a rate of one page per day. In this chapter, an unseen character who has been mentioned several times in the narrative thus far formally introduces himself to the audience. I like to think of this guy as the cigar-chomping white rabbit who leads Florys MacNab down the rabbit hole. Or an earthier version of Indiana Jones. Take your pick. Named after a street I used to live on years ago. One of the streets depicted in the screen capture below, specifically. If you can guess which one it is on the first try, you don’t win shit.



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.