Friends New and Old
Allow me to reiterate, as I fear I do not often enough, how much each of you are valued. The help drumming up ideas, the criticism this young and sometimes vague intellect needs, and the support are appreciated on every count. Furthermore, something of an apology is in order. I confess that my writing can be scattered. I look back over all of it and it seems a loosely bound notebook of musings-- something which resembles a story only as a caricature. I, too, note how much of my adolescence imprinted itself upon those musings. Part of what you may expect from me are many, many new developments-- histories, mechanics, drawings and designs. I intend to discipline this scattering of dreams I've pooled about me and form something more tried and true, something which will be more worth your time to examine.
I would like to begin a deadline every Sunday. By this deadline's measure, I should have an update then. Something to post, some new aspect of the world I'm building drawn up.
Because I am editing much of what I've accomplished thus far, please excuse the inconvenience of deleted deviations. If you are too enraged, then I beg of you, vent your emotions in the form of harsh critique of my newer creations.
Matt, I know I still owe you a bit of critique. For everyone else, if I take some time to respond to your comments then it is due the fact I'm involved in summer research for the Chemistry department, teaching myself Japanese, and readings on theories of justice for later conversations with a few philosophy professors/history reading in order that I might better devise civilizations. (And fuel my obsession with law, but I digress.)
Here is to hoping that I may provide you with better propositions to mull over, brighter ideas, and much more moving inspiration.
Thanks as ever to:
and and for being my most helpful readers.
And to for being my co-creator and dearest companion.
One More Thing...
To those of you whom are writers yet haven't picked up a Steven Erikson novel...
For the sake of not staring back down from the heavens when you pass from this Earth with tears streaming down your insubstantial face, do it now. You have not lived.