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Writing update

So. Update on writing.

Book 3 of the Adventures on Brad series is complete and getting edited. I need to get some more editing on it done since the basic pass was not complete. Hopefully we’ll see book 3 in the next few weeks.

Book 3 of the System Apocalypse is at… 25k words or so. Word says 28k but that includes various notes / blurbs / thoughts / etc.  I am stuck, since book 3 is somewhat more complicated and so I’m having to actually plot the book a bit more than I normally do. I’m… uncertain if what I’ve got plotted is workable, and how much of this is because of usual writer jitters and how much is truth and how much because my brain is dead.

Oh yeah, on that note – brain is dead. I’ve been fighting a cold and a bunch of minor health stuff for the last 3 weeks. Since I have a day job, by the time I get back to writing, often I’m just wiped. So I’m not feeling super-creative right now.  Which is why I’m holding off on writing the ‘hard’ book since I’m not entirely sure what I’m writing is good.

Lastly, good news – the exclusive to newsletter subscribers side story for Lana is written. I actually had a few ideas for it, but ended up writing a slice-of-life story due to above brain deadness. I’m going to need to find some time when my brain works to edit it. It’s a story that is likely never going to be publicly released.  It has no plot, no narrative beginning or ending. It’s very much a ‘this happened’ story but it’s a fun look into the background things happening in Whitehorse.

That’s about it for updates. Leave comments if you have any thoughts, etc.

Heaven & Hell Part 2

“Right then Lenny,” Bel purrs, waving a hand.  The white walls, floors and ceilings all disappear, replaced by a literal scene from Hell.  Except, while the bubbling lava pools and rivers flowed everywhere and demons and humans cavorted through the streets, no one was doing much screaming.  At least, none that wasn’t consensual.  Everything was shaded red and black with occasional beanbags shaped like skulls situated for easy resting through the streets.   There didn’t seem to be any houses, at least not in the view that Lenny had, instead numerous flats and apartments joined together and marched ever upwards and he presumed, downwards.

Surprisingly, instead of a stifling heat, the temperature was a warm and dry 27 Celsius, warm enough that men and women strode through the streets wearing very little.  Tank tops, short-shorts and miniskirts were the derigeur dress code for women and for men, bold Hawaiian shirts and shorts dominated.  It reminded Lenny of pictures of Hawaii – a place he always wanted to visit and never did. Adding to the impression of the tropical paradise was the non-stop smell of barbecues and fruity drinks with only the barest hint of sulphur.

“Sorry about the smell – you’ve got to give up a little whem you get ambient mood lighting like we do,” Bel grins, already swaying to the jazz that emanates from the various buildings around them.  “I took you to the Jazz quarter – way I read your file, you’re a big fan.”

Lenny nods, smiling slightly.  A pair of holidays in the French Quarter of New Orleans was one of his favorite memories, days and evenings spent lounging in tourist trap bars listening to musicians play their hearts out. He even got a deal since he never went during Madri Gras – frat boys could die in, well… Hell?

“Really?” Sariel rolls his eyes.  “Jazz music, BBQ’s and half-dressed women is the best you can do?  The heat’s nice but then you start getting busy and it’s all dripping and staining…”

“Lalalalala,” Bel sticks fingers in her ears, drowning out Sariel.

“Sariel, this isn’t your turn yet.  Please refrain from interrupting,” Colum replies tiredly.

“So you have questions Lenny?” Bel says after pulling her fingers out of her ears and sticking her tongue out at Sariel.

“Uhhh… so… how does this work?  If I say yes, I just… you know, stay in Hell and party forever?”  Lenny asks.

“Well, not exactly,” Bel replies and shoots a glare at Colum.  “Aren’t you supposed to have explained this?”

Colum looks guilty for a moment before he mutters, “Most people don’t care.  And I’ve got a backlog…”

Sariel sighs, “You have got to stop doing this Colum.  You’ve already got two demerits on our report.”

“I know,” straightening himself, Colum meets Lenny’s eyes.  “You have a certain number of Karmic points, points you have gained through your actions.  These Karmic points are spent as payment for your stay in Heaven or Hell or, well, any other secondary realm you live in.  Once your Karmic points are depleted, or at your discretion, you will be reincarnated.”

“What if I had a negative balance?” frowns Lenny.  “I thought you said you there was no such thing as torture.”

“I said we didn’t torture people,” Bel points to herself and then Sariel.  “If you want suffering, you go back to Earth.  Or you know, if your points are used up or negative.”

“Oh….” Lenny pauses, his eyes widening.  “Are you saying that the reason the Earth is such a shithole is because everyone else good is enjoying the Heavens?”

“Pretty much,” Sariel nods.

“Oh. My. God,” Lenny says, mouth moving.

“Yeah… about him…”

Parenting Fantasy – Day 1

This is a series of slice of life shorts.  One day, if I ever get enough written, I might release them as a short story.  However, this is written more for fun.


“Breathe dear, just breathe!” holding his wife’s hand, Alexander Lim plasters the best, most comforting smile he can on his face.   A rail thin 6 foot, brown haired man with a pair of glasses that covered surprisingly clear blue eyes, Alex was doing his best to hide the pain in his hand as his wife squeezed again, nearly crushing his hand.


-5 HP


“I hate you!” his wife grunted, bent over as her body was wracked by another contraction.  It hurt worst then the time a manticore had managed to bite into her shoulder, worst than the bear trap that had caught her leg when she first started Adventuring.  It was the worst pain she had ever felt bar one.

“Yes dear,” Alex replies automatically.  He reaches to the side, holding up the cup as she slowly releases his hand, offering his beautiful, sweaty and angry wife the cooled rosehip tea.  As she releases his hand, he exhales gently, careful not to bother her.  “The contractions are coming faster now, it shouldn’t be too long.”

“You said that two hours ago!” Faye says, leaning back on the bed as she wipes her damp blonde hair from her face.

“I know…” Alex leans over to kiss her forehead, an act that has her hissing at him.  He stops, still smiling at her.  “You are doing well.”

“… aaarrgh!!!” again she squeezes on his hand as the contraction hits her.


-5 HP



Achievement Unlocked!  Create a Family

+2,000 XP


Title Unlocked: Father

New Ability Gained: Dad Voice


“Mr. Lim?” the midwife finishes the baby away, offering the creature to him.  A bit dazed, Alex dismisses the notifications and takes hold of the child, staring at the little brown haired delight in his arms.  Oh god, what if he dropped it.  Panicking, he holds the creature as if it could break with the slightest jar, his eyes wide.  His son was staring at him!

He only moves when the midwife pokes him to shift as she cleans up his wife.  When the sheets are changed and Faye cleaned, the midwife takes the baby away from the reluctant husband to transfer to his wife, murmuring “He needs to feed.”

“Oh… okay,” Alex nods and slowly takes a seat, wringing his hand slightly.  The midwife looks at him and comes back a moment later with an enchanted pack of ice which he gratefully wraps around his arm.

Baby and mother are resting, the child absently sucking on her breast as it sleeps.  Smiling, Alex leans back, his own eyes drifting shut.  30 hours of labour was a bit much

Heaven & Hell (Part 1)

“Mr. Richards?” the tall, thin figure coughs gently into his hand, waiting for his latest client to notice him.  Normally he would have waited, after all, dying was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.  However, he had glanced at Lenny Richards file before he had arrived and knew he was in for a long haul.   Damn agnostics.

Lenny turns from his body, finding himself strangely calm.  Even the thought of his porn collection being found no longer made him sweat.   Of course, it might have to do with the greater embarrassment of how he died.  Losing your balance while putting on your underwear in the morning and braining yourself on your bedpost was entirely undignified.  At least it was quick.  Shaking his head to clear it, Lenny looks at the figure that called him.  “A black suit and a black tie?  Seriously?  I mean, could you be more cliché Death?”

“I am sorry sir but you are mistaken, I am not Death.  You may call me Colum.  I am one of his Envoys,” Colum steps forward, offering his hand to shake.  Inside, he completely agreed with Lenny but the last update to the uniform regulations had been forty years ago.  At least Colum thought, he looked good in a suit.

“Sorry, sorry,” Lenny shakes Colum’s hand and frowns.  “So you’re Death’s Envoy?  Shit, are you a Demon?  Am I going to Hell?”

“I am not a Demon.  I am an Envoy.  Why would you…” Colum grimaces, reaching up and touching his face.  “The redness Mr. Richards is a sunburn.  I just came back from my annual holiday.”

“Oh…” Colum stops, glancing back at where his body was and blinking as he realises that his apartment had slowly receded while they were talking.  The pair of them had started floating upwards, the Earth diminishing beneath their feet.  Enraptured by the view, Colum stays silent before another throat clearance makes him look back to Lenny.  “Sorry.  I hated flying when I was, you know, but that was cool.”

“Yes, very much so.  Shall we get started?”  Colum gestures and a seat appears for Colum alongside a table, chocolate chip cookies and a pint of beer.

“Oh wow, are those…” Lenny hurries over, the smell of the cookies tickling his memories.  He grabs one, stuffing it into his mouth and then talking around the mouthful.  “These are my mother’s!  I haven’t had these in years.  How did you…?”

“It was in your file,” Colum says, taking a seat opposite Lenny.  As he does so, reality flickers and they sit in a bare white room, the majestic view of the Earth gone.  “These were made and stored for your eventual death.”

“That’s just like her,” Lenny says and pauses, hanging his head for a moment as the familiar feeling of loss rushes through him.  Like his other feelings, it seems slightly muted now that he was dead.  “I guess we should start.  Am I being sent to Heaven or Hell?  Or am I reincarnating?”

“That Mr. Richards is up to you.  My job is to ensure you are fully satisfied with your after-death experience.  Shall we begin?” Colum says, and at Lenny’s nod continues.  “It says here you were brought up Church of England by your mother but your father was Buddhist.  Is that correct?”

“Mmmhmmm,” Lenny replies, his mouth stuffed with the cookies.

Colum manfully ignores the breach in etiquette as he continues, “Well then, we shall begin with them.”  A snap of his fingers and suddenly a pair of new beings are in the room at either end of the table.

On one side is a tall, muscled, expertly coifed and fashionably dressed black man.  Above the man’s head a golden halo floats while a pair of angel wings flare out behind him, the feathers on the wings glistening even in the white of the room.  On the other side of the table, a short, flat-chested young woman appears, looking no older than sixteen with her blonde hair in pigtails and dressed in a Catholic schoolgirl uniform.  A cute, button nose and a pair of glasses complete the ensemble.  Even without his body’s hormones kicking into overdrive, Lenny finds himself staring.

“Hey!  That’s cheating.  Colum!” the angel protests, pointing at the lady across from him.

“Bel…” Colum says exasperatedly and Bel sticks her tongue out at the pair before flickering.  In a moment, the Catholic schoolgirl fantasy of Lenny’s dreams is gone, replaced by a tall, red succubus in biker leathers.  Lenny deflates, barely even casting a glance at the preening and voluptuous redhead.

“Now then, Lenny.  This is Jezebel and Sariel, they’re here to pitch Hell and Heaven to you,” Colum says before holding a coin out.  “Would you care to flip?”


“To see who pitches first of course,” Colum replies.

“Uhh… you can do it,” Lenny says, looking between the pair again.  The two seem perfectly content to sit across each other, waiting while Colum flips the coin and catches it.  As Colum removes his hand, a crossed pair of pitchforks is shown.  “Hell it is.”

“Yes!” sticking her tongue out again at her rival, Jezebel stands up and slinks over to sit on the table next to Lenny.  “Right then Lenny, come join us.  You know how it goes, Heaven might have Mozart but we’ve got all the best rockers.  You don’t want to spend the rest of your life listening to people play on the harp do you?”

“Uhh…” Lenny edges away from Bel further, smiling wanly at the Demon.  “I’m not, you know, partial to being, umm… tortured.”

“Aaarrrgggh!” Bel growls while Sariel smiles slightly.  “That’s just mud-slinging.  We don’t torture anyone in Hell.  Promise!”


“You tell him!” she points to Sariel who keeps his mouth shut.  “Lenny my dear, why don’t you ask our dear Sariel the truth.  He’s an Angel right?  He won’t lie to you.  Will you?”  The last is said with a glare at the black Angel who grins.

“So ummm… is she telling the truth?”

“No,” Sariel replies instantly and Lenny backs further into the chair.

Bel frowns at Sariel’s pronouncements before her eyes widen.  “Oooh!  You rules lawyer!  Ask him if I was lying about the torturing part.”

“Uhh….” Lenny says again, so far off his chair that he’s almost on the ground.

“Sariel, please answer the questions truthfully,” Colum says.  “Otherwise we’ll be here the whole week.”

“Oh, very well,” Sariel pouts and then answers.  “She wasn’t lying about the torture.  No one tortures people, not Heaven or Hell anyway.  Well, okay, maybe if you ask really nicely but it’s all consensual.  I mean, some of us do like our sex to be a little edgier, you know darling?”

“TMI!  TMI!  TMI!” Bel says, putting fingers in her ears and chanting that out.

“Oh,” Lenny sits there, staring at Sariel who just blew his mind.  Colum just sighs, putting his head in his hands.  Why did it have to be these two?