Word count on the Stormriders manuscript is now a bit above 55K.
The story has taken a direction that neither the author nor his twin (*waves*) expected: “along the z-axis,” as we’d have said back in the middle of the last decade of the previous century. Paul says it’s Joseph’s fault the story took this turn. (Of course he says that.)
No writing will be done today, because Paul is traveling to Texas to hit people with sticks. Translation: He’s going to a Society for Creative Anachronism event and will fight in at least one tournament. (They’re having an ax tournament — how could he say no to that?) Much work was done over the past week to prepare for this event, and I may end up blogging about that sometime soon-ish.
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About Thomas Weaver
For several years, I’ve been putting my uncanny knack for grammar and punctuation, along with an eclectic mental collection of facts, to good use as a Wielder of the Red Pen of Doom (editor).
I'm physically disabled, and I currently live with my smugly good-looking twin Paul, who writes military science fiction and refuses to talk about his military service because he can’t. Sometimes Paul and I collaborate on stories, and sometimes I just edit whatever he writes. It's worked out rather well so far.
My list of non-writing-related jobs from the past includes librarian, art model, high school teacher, science lab gofer… Although I have no spouse or offspring to tell you about, I do have several cats. I currently spend my time blogging, reading, editing, and fending off cats who like my desk better than my twin’s.
North of Andover 