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What's He Up To?

Wow this is quite a list. Below are cataloged, in order of priority, my current projects. I am working on many in tandem so that their completion will be in a cascading cross promotional strategy... in short BAMF!
Cisterns of Siennor - Short story is half way written. I'll also be painting a cover for this short inspired by a Frank Frazetta sketch from Fire and Ice. The beginning can be read in this anthology as a complete self contained story of its own. Cisterns of Siennor is an expansion upon Herald of the Dead.
Altar of Deceit - First novel in the Lorekeeper's Saga is over a third complete. It started out under another title. I'm currently rewriting this story for NaNoWriMo 2017. You can follow my progress here. Altar of Deceit will also have black and white interior art which will be produced once NaNoWriMo concludes. The cover is being painted character by character (four all together) with the backdrop the finishing touch. Remember those iconic Dragonlance covers?
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The Charismagic Geek

I've talked about the return of Rolecasters not too long ago and have a few series in the works. There is a lot of work yet to be done to get them up and running, mostly artwork. I do have one item to share with you right now though.
This is the intro for an upcoming fantasy comedy series, The Charismagic Geek. The premise is of an enchanter's escapades and his interactions with the village folk. It's a confessional style animated short, studded with his tricks of the trade.

The New of Nostaligia

Art Nouveau style for New Wave fantasy. New Art - New Wave. Is that coincidence or symbolic design choice? Perhaps even a subconscious design choice, but there still is a deeper revelation to be extracted. This revelation illustrates an elegant tapestry woven with the principles of longevity and transition. Join me on the innocuous journey that lead me to their intertwined and paradoxical musings, where new inhabits nostalgia.

I had been hunting down an old short story I'd read as a kid, The Lamia and Lord Cromis. It was mixed in with other short stories from more well known authors like Ursala K Le Guin and R. A. Lafferty, but this one story just burrowed in and nestled in my young mind. I could still smell the metallic odors of the iridescent bog and hear the insects with too many legs drone as Lord Cromis trekked through the Lamia's domain. So I sought to revisit the tale in Basilisk, but found I could purchase a greater collection of short stories all by M John Harrison, f…

The Return of Rolecasters?

I 've been musing about podcast ideas and possibly reviving Rolecasters. I'd want completely overhauled setup, objectives, direction, and content matter. So once all of those fall into place, I guess we'll see if the name "Rolecasters" still fits. My dedicated co host has moved on to other endeavors, but has pledged her support as long as she doesn't have to do anything. Honestly I've missed the weekly+ shows and all the great friends made along the journey. The rate at which we produced content back then would sink my currently running projects, so if there were a return it would be with a more leisurely cadence, especially since it would be now be a solo project on my part.

While I continue to mull over the prospects, I thought it would be appropriate to share an almost decade long cherished podcast, Mysterious Universe. Their focus has always been on entertaining storytelling and, upon reflection, the majority of tales told are incredibly pulp. Altern…

Pulp Awakenings

I came across the perfect analogy of my own pulp awakening in John C Wright's foreword to Jeffro Johnson's Appendix N: The Literary History of Dungeons & Dragons.

"Imagine if you had lived in a house for decades, as had your father before you, and grandfather, and you thought you knew all its halls and chambers. Idly, some rainy day, or when the snow has covered all the roads, you take up a lantern and go to see what is stored in those old boxes in the cellar, or where that one small door you never opened before leads. You pry the door open, and it groans on rusted hinges, and beyond are caves of wonder, heaped with treasure. Here, like a column of fire, stands a strange genii and other spirits bound to serve your family. They are willing to carry you whirling through the air like an autumn leaf, in less time than it takes to gasp in awe, to far and fabled lands beyond the cerulean ocean, to elfish gardens of dangerous glamor, to jeweled mountains, alabaster cities, o…

Future Shock

Children in school today will not be prepared for the jobs of the future.

Our education system wasn’t much of a problem until now. The system addressed the 19th century industrial revolution needs for labour that could perform simple and repetitive tasks. But that era is long over. Our children must gear up for the ‘gig economy’. By the time today’s graduates are 38, they would have gone through 10 to maybe 14 jobs. Moreover, 15 years from now, 65% of graduates will be going into jobs that don’t yet exist.
Given these trends, lessons taught in classrooms no longer seem relevant for our increasingly tumultuous world. Teachers are wrestling with how to break away from archaic pedagogies and curricula. Students are jumping off the education conveyor belt unequipped for an unforeseen future. Governments are eager to develop knowledge societies but are grappling to find concrete strategies to get there.

A "gig economy" is not guaranteed, that's just the current catchphrase for…

Faulke: Daemon Lost

Faulke Tavian is a mentalist, alchemist, and scholar. As the head of the Thief Gendarme, he pursues the esoteric by any means necessary. This is a preliminary sketch for the cover of Daemon Lost which will display the ensemble cast.

Faulke studied the young men before him and decided to mimic their demeanor. If he was going to be turned away, he didn't want his adversaries hunting him down for his audacious inquisitiveness, but rather be dismissed as a local drunk.

He used what little transformative magic of fashion he had on hand, removing his leather doublet to hang askance in the crook of one arm while loosening his collar strings.

“Was your ugly mug and weak knees that soured her taste! Now bugger off!” grumbled one ruffian as he shoved the most drunk of the lot through the sheet of rain. He slipped in the mud splashing it over Faulke’s trousers.

“He's still weak in the knees for her” another of the group crowed while the others cackled in laughter.

“Tain’t just his knees!” t…