Also, my space opera disguised as an epic quest fantasy/epic quest fantasy disguised as a space opera just grew a chosen one. Oddly enough, it's not who I expected it to be. Apparently I am also contriving to
I also lifted an entire subplot from Roger Zelazny last night, but I'm pretty sure nobody will notice after I spend a few hours on it with the hammer. I mean, other than the entire internet, you know.
And now, I must go back to writing creepy paternal villain internalizations. Apparently, this is a book about father/daughter relationships. And the ethics of creating God.
All right, coffee break's over. Back on your heads.
We are stardust
We are golden
We are billion-year-old carbon.
Mm. Gotta buy that new-ish Vienna Teng album. And the new-ish Dar.