Jack of Harts

On the Twelfth Day of Christmas, I give to you…well…nothing really. Certainly no lords a leaping or any of that other nonsense from the song. I’m having an amazing pizza as my feast to end the Christmas Season. And I’m retiring the red trenchcoat and festive hat for another year. I’m going back to my Indiana Jones Fedora and leather trenchcoats for the remainder of winter. You have been warned. 😉

Also, while reading a couple of stories recently, I ran into some more typos that made it through EVERY round of editing, of course, and another story that I absolutely must tell. The aftermath of Angel War and some elements purposefully left open in Forge of War that call out to be addressed happen to…ahem…come together rather well. So there’s another story on my list to write. Outlining has been completed and the dialog is coming now. Once the dialog is completed to my satisfaction, then it will be time to write up the action that fills it out. Yippie ki-yay. You have been warned. 🙂