Something new here, or slightly tweaked: numbering A Sprawling Place.
So far it’s been weekly five part instalments, i) through v).
Now I’ll number the weeks sequentially to help with chronology. So it’ll be 1 i) through 1 v), then 2 i) through 2 v), etc.
Hopefully this will help.
The previous instalments are all 0s, for all intents, and can be read or ignored at your pleasure.
Well folks, here’s the entirety of A Sprawling Place composed in 2018, laid out in a pretty little 6×9 booklet.
It’s 42 pages, around 11,000 words, and entirely unedited. It was written between August and December.
I did this to back up the stories. Due to my own foolishness, I deleted the masters, so the only extant versions lived on WordPress. In any case, I copied it down so I have an archive myself again. Then it was a simple matter to do the most basic layout imaginable.
I think I’ll return to read and edit this properly someday — famous last words, I know. I make no promises, even to myself.
So if you’re interested, get your copy of A Sprawling Place, 2018, draft 1, in 6×9 PDF or 8.5×11 PDF.
A moderately revised and slightly less linear version of the Harrington Harrowing. Until playtest, this is likely to be the more-or-less final revision.
This adventure represents my most sophisticated session prep yet, as well as my earliest experiments with Adobe InDesign
I’m working now on the follow-up adventure, intended to be less self-referential and in-jokey than this one. Possibly more dangerous, too.
A difficulty of design like this is getting feedback. I’ll run it as a session, collect my formal and informal impressions, and re-tool the adventure. Thus it shall likely stay, but one final pass is due.
All apologies for the new, more self-centred landing page of this blog.
I’m looking for paid writing work so I’m trying to play the game.
Don’t worry — even if I someday find it, this site will continue giving it away for free.
Thanks for your patience.
And if you have writing or editorial work you need done, contact me. My rates are reasonable and my desperation palpable.
All right folks bear with me.
My daily material will soon converge here.
That is to say, I’ll no longer post art to Instagram and poems to Twitter. It will All. Come. Here.
Bit of a mixed bag, I’m sure.
You can filter posts via the categories, though. I’m gonna try to make them as visible/accessible as possible.
That way you can get A Sprawling Place in one consolidated one, etc etc.
Forgive me for this. I use a PC to draw and can’t find a suitable way to upload it to Instagram. Plus, Twitter doesn’t seem the kind of place to spam 4-7 lines of poetry every day. Better to do that kind of thing on a domain with my own name on it.
So there you have it; stick with me, if you will.
Just a bit of cross-promotion for my other endeavours.
If you like short poems about art, life, and social media, check out my twitter feed: @lbrightworks
If you like colourful sketches of weird faces, foods, and cats, check out my instagram: @loganbrightworks
And of course if you like the meandering adventures of four weirdos, stay tuned right here: loganbrightworks.com
As ever, hit me with any questions, concerns, comments, critiques, or other alliterative terms of that nature.
Thanks for reading! I love you.
So how’s it going?
I mean this series, for you.
I’ve done three weeks’ worth, now, and they’re each more connected to the next than I’d originally anticipated.
Seems like it’ll be a bit more novelesque, or a serial story like Dickens used to do.
The beauty of this format is that you folks can weigh in immediately on what you like or don’t.
Of course, I can’t make any promises ’cause changes might not happen. Change will — change is inevitable. The evolution of this format is one of the things I’m most excited to observe even as I participate.
So what I’m getting at is if you like these stories, or don’t, or only kinda do like some of ’em sometimes, then let me know! All I can do is respond to the chems in my brain and the words of others — be they typed or audible. Maybe there’s a third option, too. Felt?