Setting: gritty industrial section of large city wasteland
Genre: cyberpunk
Theme: gain-and-loss-of-fame / stolen identity

Some time ago, I set my project list up so I could tick things off as I completed them. These are due on the 5th (mostly self-imposed, but they are actually Belfire deadlines that NEED to be met). By the time this posts, it’ll be the 5th, and I’ll strike-through those that I’ve actually met.
Two edits – figured I’d miss this one
a format – currently in review for printing!
three covers – down to one
finalize anthology – edits in July
The list now reads like this, deadlines between June 10th and July …

I don’t suppose it’s any wonder that I’ve been dreaming about floods lately, and not just any floods, apocalyptic, wipe out humanity, floating houses floods.

Journal prompt, more than a fiction one, but whichever muse takes your hand… Whose hand do you take in troubled times?

I’ve had a work in progress running for over a decade, I don’t often talk about it anymore because I purposely distanced my beliefs and practices* from the self I was working towards being. I lost a lot of myself in doing so, and am so glad to be finding myself again amidst my notes and files; in this day and age my spirituality really shouldn’t be an issue, anyway.