Progress Update 9/7/22

Heya,

So I returned from Labor Day on monday all covered in bug bites and exhausted, but time outside helped quite a bit me-thinks, as the office was swiftly driving me nuts. Now that I'm rested up, we're back on the grind. Borne of Caution is up next, and I hope to have it for you all sometime this weekend with a monday general release. Work is really wringing me for all I'm worth this week to make up for monday, though, so the update time is tentative.

Also, my original work God in the Machine is going on ice for a bit. This story hasn't been touched in over a year, and for the people keeping a hopeful eye on it, I'm sorry to say it's going to be that way for a bit longer. God in the Machine was my first real foray into an original work, but in my excitement to make something all my own, I let the scope of the story get out of hand. The storyboard just has too many places where I could accidentally end up in an 'infinity+1 power level' kind of situation. Rather than keep this story going, build it up, and then crash it, leaving everyone disappointed, I've decided to put out a formal notice that it's going to remain on ice for some time. My skills as a writer need to catch up to the scale I want this story to be on.

This is not to say I'm not going to offer any original work, however, as I do have a fantasy story of a more fitting scale planned to be released in the next few weeks. Here is a summary for you.

A young woman yearning for a quiet life thinks she has everything figured out.

She and her husband-to-be would move into his childhood home, have a few children, retire nice and early like most families with Opened Eyes, and enjoy the little things in life. As a woman with one foot firmly planted in the supernatural world, a world that still thrives hidden in plain sight, she knows the value of a quiet day.

When she visits her fiance one day to find him missing, she panics. When the only clues are a teleportation circle burned into the floor and a discarded grimoire written on spiral-bound paper, the panic is joined by a headache.

Unwilling to leave a man who loves her - unpleasant parts and all - to his fate, she reads the grimoire and follows him, finding herself somewhere that isn’t her sleepy hometown.

With a sigh, she rubs her forehead with a large, furry hand ending in claws and… wait a moment… She looks at her hand once more, silver light dancing across her fur, then she looks up.

Dominating the sky and unnervingly still, a moon not her own spills light down upon her.

Nomine Sine, the second eldest child of Montana’s ruling werebeast pack, is terribly lost.

Thankee much,
Fuggmann.