The Journey of SILVER BROWN


This website was launched on October 28 of last year. I chose that date for two reasons. The first reason being it’s my usual shtick to unleash things upon the earth either on the seventh day of a calendar month, or on a date that corresponds with a number divisible by seven. That’s just how I roll. The second reason is that I wanted to launch the site in time for November, which among other things is National Novel Writing Month. Or NaNoWriMo (nan-oh-RHYME-oh), as it’s known for short.

The gist of NaNoWriMo is to challenge people to produce a novel of at least fifty thousand words during the month of November. For the benefit of all participants, the rules don’t state that the novel has to be riveting or particularly well-written. Authoring a complete novel of that high a calibre in thirty days or less would be a Herculean undertaking for most people, unless Green Eggs and Ham counts as a novel now and I didn’t get the memo.

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The notable lack of Nobel Prize-worthy material composed during NaNoWriMo is virtually of no concern to all involved, however. It’s not so much about producing the next Hamlet as it is about getting people engaged in the craft of creative writing, so they gain a newfound appreciation for the art. Ultimately, a newfound love of literature itself – a love always stronger and more ubiquitous than we’re ordinarily accustomed to believing it is.

Like many people, I’ve read a lot of books over the years. Not all of them I loved right away. Some were confusing as all shit on the first read, only starting to make sense upon subsequent reads. Some caused a certain churning feeling in my gut with either an absurdly improbable premise or something outright inexcusable, like purple said-bookism abuse. Some books left behind a strong Whiskey Tango Foxtrot aftertaste in my conscience that persisted years after I read the last sentence. Then there are other books that are just plain horrifying. But all in all, I don’t regret reading a single book I’ve ever read. A library is a different plane of existence. A place devoid of regret.


The Journey of SILVER BROWN

The Next Instar of the Beast

The first seven chapters went through an extensive process of being written, being disowned by their writer, then being written again, severely critiqued, subjected to several linguistic facelifts and liposuctions, and finally blessed by Our Lady of 420 before it eventually became something I’d be proud to put my nom de plume on. The next few chapters, which tell the tale of how Florys MacNab defeats her adversary the Wart and Mustache, is presently undergoing a similar process. It’s reaching the end of that process now; merely a few temporary appendages need to be shed before that particular segment of the eldritch corpus of the beast is ready to emerge. I’m not sure when it will though; this beast sometimes has a mind of its own.



The Journey of SILVER BROWN

A Paragraph Hath Shifted Its Wordy Butt


I made a small edit to one of the first seven chapters – the ones available for free from this website, in case you didn’t know. Nudge nudge, wink wink. 😉 It’s in the chapter about the thoughtchatroom. Just a couple of paragraphs, but enough to render the previous edition of the ebook obsolete. Verily, the beast is evolving. I don’t recommend you trash the old version though. It’s the discarded husk of what was, but there’s a one in a thousand billion chance it just might become a collector’s item.

Remember the umpteen times George Lucas edited the original Star Wars trilogy to made it more consistent with the prequel trilogy? This is sort of the same thing. But it’s ass backwards. Or something.