Club High Castle Pre-Pandemic

*Dusts my precious little blog off* I've been sidetracked by a case of having too many ideas and only two hands to type with. Bouncing back and forth between The Maiden and a new short story I'm working on has been an wild ride of troubled characters doing dramatic things they shouldn't be doing. Aaron "Earendil" Winters decided he wanted to be in the limelight of a story that takes place a year after the events in The Year is Now . I have a special plans for that tale, but before I make any solid announcements, I want to make sure I have everything set in stone first. I mean, you can't build a house on a barely there foundation. As for my adulting life in real time? Adulting. Adulting. More adulting. There's nothing exciting going on as of late unless you count walking around Costco and pretending it is a post-apocalyptic bunker... I am happy to report that no zombies got in. It is a Grade-A Zombie Free Zone.

Hello, hello, everyone! I feel like it's been ages since I've written a post in here. I hope you are all enjoying you summers so far. Original photo is courtesy of NASA .  Tomorrow marks NASA's first ever flyby of Major Pierson's favorite rock in the universe. I am super excited about this because Pluto plays a huge role in The Year is Now!  I spent a lot of time researching it before I even created the empire's Atlas V project and Pluto Station. To see all of NASA's latest pictures from New Horizons of Pluto, Charon, and that part of our solar system brings me goosebumps! If you've been following me on Twitter and Facebook, you're already in the loop. It just so happens that I have tomorrow off. I feel like I'm in an episode of Fortune Favors the Writer . I get to see how close my imagination was to the real thing (along with research done by astronomers up to this point). And for burps and giggles, I wonder if they'll discover...

Lord Dráiden Kaldor will do anything for his betrothed. All of the grand plans he had for a feast are thrown out the window when a situation that requires his immediate attention arises. He takes Luthandra with him, for she must learn that life in Westridge is rough. Part 1: Luthandra Raikin II. Dráiden Kaldor He knew he wasn't a looker, and he knew women whispered behind closed doors. He was hideous with an incurable case of foul breath, but that didn't mean he was a fool. Dráiden gazed at his future wife with a sense of satisfaction. At least she stood firm and masked whatever ill-begotten thoughts she might be thinking behind an expressionless face. Most women produced a shudder at the very least. This one will stay. I can feel it. The fingers of his right hand twitched. She's holding her breath. Had he forgotten to chew on mint leaves!? He had been so sure that everything was ready...Dráiden extended his arm towards his betrothed. It's no mat...