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Another Vista

A second window on the world...

Still at it. Chapter twenty is nearing its end, with two chapters left to go (hopefully). Why not up the ante? Looking at a map of the world the other day made my curiosity wandered to far off places. One location in particular drew my attention. Then a story came to mind. So yes, I'm writing for two now. I can't say it's cutting into Prince of the Furies time, since the next venture will be less demanding.

I won't give details, but it will be a short story, and probably free. And it's not a Fantasy! That has made things interesting indeed. I'm a couple thousand words in -- not a big deal -- and a few thousand more should do it. I know, most writers start with short stories before the long ones (epics in my case), but I was never geared that way. I just don't think of fantasy in short terms. So now ideas have come to mind; there's a second story sitting on the back-burner too, and it's even more domestic than the latest one. With luck, it will soon grace this blog too. But don't worry, my thing is still Fantasy, and my passion is to continue my current tale. You were worried, right?

Anyway. Time to get back to work. I'm writing for two, remember.


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