- Closing Twenty Twenty Five!
This was not the year for videogames...
For this blog, I mean. Some good bangers came out this year, most which I unfortunately could not play, one which went right into my Greatest of This Cosmic Cycle list, but this blog was left to dry, deprived from that gamey goodness.
I tried to share, I swear! As a matter of fact, kept trying until yesterday when I had minor fit of madness, but unfortunately it's just not coming together at all, chief. I finished it alright, edited section by section while I wrote, and now I can't read a word of it without wanting to puke. Maybe it will be okay in fifty more passes? Except I'm completely burned out on editing! No matter how badly I'm disappointing my therapist right now, no way I'm letting this particular chick fly out of the nest yet.
Or maybe I just toss it out the tree? That would be 3.8K or so words that I'm never getting back, but if the format isn't working it isn't working. Back to mating, maybe the next batch grows better.
Not this year though!
Vacation and Updates
My brains is cooked! I want to die!
I'm technically not going into hiatus this time since I'm not on a weekly schedule, but internet goodies maker etiquette demands that I inform you when I'm halting production. Still, I don't want to leave you hanging, so here's a couple updates on where things stand right now.
The new editing pass of MAIT's Arc 2: The Children of the Lake is done! Yey! Took me a while, specially since I hated going back to certain scenes so much I fell to temptation and started rewriting. Awful! Habit, that is, because I actually liked these new versions a lot more than the old. Oh chapter 6, my beloathed!
Jokes aside, I hope you liked them as much as I did! I would love feedback but no pressure, I'm just glad people are reading at all. I will be moving on to Arc 3: Butcher of Lesser Hollow next year, and if I have the time get started on sorting those worldbuilding documents. I've ranted about this before, but I exaggerated a little, they aren't THAT bad, it's just going to be a very annoying chore.
Now for the bad news, December was more eventful than predicted, so I can't really make the early January release date for the new novel. Early February ssssssshould be alright though? I will do my best! Cheer me on!
That being said, other than lacking backlog, Heaven in Cilifus is going well! Characters are getting build, ploys are being weaved, and the documents are coming pristine and organized!
Ooops! Did I just do a name reveal?
Not just a name reveal. I did say I didn't want to leave you hanging.
It Rose Amidst Calamity.
Seventy years ago, the continent of Levelas was struck by the Tormenta, a golden storm of such proportions it severed the connection to the very gods, but was merely the first of five great Catastrophes which would corrupt and decay it into a mutated wasteland.
Seventy years ago, as if to answer the plight of its diseased, famished, war broken people, a tower rose in the middle of the continent, impossible in height and guarded by otherwordly monstrosities called Dwellers, disseminating a single seed of hope.
"Come ye to holy Cilifus, where Heaven awaits those who reach."
Fifty days ago Francies, a Long Ears, a species of Folk with hare like features, received his own Invitation, a divine permit allowing him to venture into the bowels of the Tower and become a Guest, a being blessed by the new Gods of the Tower with unmatched power and the armaments to combat its Dwellers.
The choice is out of his hands. The call brings one and all, regardless of will, and if it means escaping the tyranny of his childhood friend, a Guest whose sadistic thirst for power transcended far past his bonds, all the better! Except, something is wrong. His dreams have become too heavy, the effects of the Tower on his mind and body too intense. A constant rumbling at the back of his head marks him among supposed peers as prone to madness and violent death.
In the end, if he seeks answers, salvation, or simply the resilience to endure what is inevitably to come, it can all be found inside the Tower of Cilifus, around which all political schemes now orbit, in which better futures are smothered and dragged below the vast tunnel network none can locate but all dread, from which alien faiths sprout and spread as the only answer left to outcasts.
New and old monsters alike join together under the same banner. Spears are cast upward, hunting impossible foes. The regalia of dead kingdoms and crumbling churches are pulled from the earth, toys to be cast in a war fought from the shadows.
One and all, with the same certainty.
Heaven Awaits.
Heaven in Cilifus is a Dark Fantasy story about despair and the end.
This is a WIP blurb, and will very likely be iterated upon until actual release.
See you soon!
2025 wasn't the most content rich year of all, front end. Behind the scenes, it's probably been one of my busiest since college!
And I'm tired. I'm struggling to pay attention to writing, or to write at all when I lock in. I keep staring at incomplete paragraphs with a brain as blank as the page, and while some would push their heads through that brick wall, I don't think that's a good way to deal with burnout.
Hell, this wee little thing has taken me two days already! It was giving me anxiety! I almost quit!
But I want to keep on keeping on, so it's time for a break.
I would like to thank everyone who stuck with me so far. We aren't many, but we are powerful an we will survive! Thank you very much, I hope you have good Festivity season and a better New's Year. I'll be back next year with even more of that depressive, depraved goodness you know and love.
Bye bye! See you soon!