After much deliberation, the planets have aligned and I've finally gotten around to setting up R3's Patreon account! The usual disclaimers apply: Don't feel compelled, don't put yourself in (more?) financial peril to support me, and... and... and that's about it, actually. Only two disclaimers! What a breath of fresh air, huh? https://www.patreon.com/R3Writing
Despite my misanthropic first meeting, I had come to find something of a professional respect (or at least what passed for it) between me and ‘HemlockBanana’. As pretty fictional psycho Rob Anderson became less and less relevant in the eyes of our mutual fandom, the bitterness that those who tolerated him inspired in me faded … Continue reading Plague Doctor: Brain Stem (Part 4)
Looking back, I don’t exactly have much of a right to be a smartass about Benny with how he handles criticism. Development aside, the first time I had gotten any sort of peer review for the fics I had been writing, I was dead certain it would be glowing. Not that the amount of effort I had put into it was any different. The lack of criticism was enough of an opiate.
One of the most ominous sentences I've heard said by heroes or “morally correct” characters in general is “I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy.” Something reserved for cruel and unusual fates that sometimes are just so horrendous they never actually get used on anyone, just dangled over a character's life like the sword … Continue reading Plague Doctor: “Do No Harm” (Part 2)
The first work I took into my own hands was a sequel to one of my favourite books. From what I understood, the original author, E.F. Curry, had died and, rather than give his surviving works the Terry Pratchett treatment, a cousin or other such distant relative had taken it upon himself to wrap things … Continue reading Plague Doctor: Patient Zero (Part 1)
"I'm something of an artistic leech. If I was just a consumer, I'd likely get away with merely being called a fan, posting on some obscure forum or site. But the only lot in life I've been able to carve out is that of a writer, and the only tools I can scrounge up are the works of others."
In a world where gods worshipped are flesh and blood, a Roman centurion leads a doomed campaign into Egypt at the behest of his insufferable master.