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Ok, time to list everything currently in the works, so bear with me for a post:

Tormented Artifacts- still waiting on word from Norwescon. Beyond that, no immediate plans for festivals or anything thanks to the nightjob. In the meantime, I;m figuring out some new base designs for the coming year- we'll see how those turn out.

70171- Two new tracks are currently in the works. Plans for doing a CD production are currently delayed until I can actually afford to do so. In the meantime, I'll keep hosting tracks at Mperia. And if anyone else knows of good sites that I should be hosting tracks at, drop me a line.

Lux Aeterna Productions
Ok, this one I have to do by project.

Enemy Unknown (Formerly Guerrilla Earth)- still revising, editing, and adding more content. Which is being a slow-ass process at this point.

Drunkards & Wagons- [livejournal.com profile] jgreywolf has it, it's his ball right now. In other words, it's in final layout, and will get released when it gets released.

PvP: The Beatdown- Art is now in the bag, it just needs one more pass through some willing editors (any volunteers?) and it's off to layout.

Visions- This is starting to grow in my head again, as some posts on the Visions filter can attest lately- the system is starting to shape up, and the collection of hallucinatory nasties is starting to grow.

That covers all the main stuff, with links even. wow.
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They're back again.

Or worse, they never left. I can almost feel them behind me, just waiting for me to turn around and look.
If I do, they can kill me.

I have to keep writing. Have to stay here, looking at the screen. Not looking at anything else. It's gotten colder in here. Fucking August, and it must be 40 degrees in here, with no air conditioning or anything. I know they're doing it to distract me. To get me to turn around.

Don't look.

Just saw something move in a reflection on the monitor. They're circling. At least two, maybe three of them now. There it was again.

Just keep looking at the screen, keep typing, don'tturnaroundohgod. One's touching me. hand like ice on my shoulder. Mustn't turn. Just close my eyes, count to five, and they'll just go away again. They can't be strong enough to turn me around and make me see. Not yet. I hope.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

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