Another month come and gone. July moved quickly, unlike Imperial Heart, which is now at 80% complete on its first draft. The book is really shaping up. I think its some of my best work yet. While I’m behind my goals, it’s definitely rounding the final stretch!

Most of the month was spent on travel. July is a great month to get out of Florida and visit family up north. The kids had a blast. We haven’t gotten many places this year, its hard with little kids, but we’re excited to do more now that number two is walking.

The full version of Starchasers and the Junksea is available on Patreon

In the empty bridge of the starship Bronco, the ship’s computer had been operating in low-power mode for three standard days now, sipping at power while it cycled idly. It had only one task each iteration, sending out a pulse of beats across the local spectrum of sub- and super-luminal bands in a cry of distress. The rest of each loop was given over to awaiting a response that would never come. And so the Bronco’s computer, like its crew, had chosen to fill its time with games, attempting to devise an algorithm that could calculate complex pathway polynomials in the time between distress pulses. It was getting quite good at it.

Progress on Crystal Empire has been slow and not very steady. Work’s been a bit of a mad dash lately, and it’s been harder to get back into this crystalline state of mind. We did hit 73% of the projected word count with about 10 chapters left in the outline. I have a feeling Imperial Heart is going to come in a bit above its planned 100,000 words.

We’re also making some progress on the Constellara Project’s first anthology. I’m excited to be lauching a few sample stories on the website. We’ve created a Patreon for anyone interested in sponsoring the project!

LastManStanding.exe is a standalone story set in the ‘Exeverse’, the world of J.A. Gillette’s Legacy.exe

The full version of LastManStanding.exe is available on Patreon

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People thought they had to travel someplace exotic, like the United Andean Federation or Thailand, maybe Lagos, to find the most depraved kinds of sex and violence the world had to offer, but they’d be wrong. Most people in the global north can indulge any whim the human mind can imagine just two blocks off Market Street in Downtown San Francisco. If a guy wants to spend a night with his neighbor’s partner before blowing their brains out on the bed, he can, all safe and artificial devoid of ethics thanks to the folks down on Sandhill Road. As I stepped over a wretch huddled up in a ball on the sidewalk half dead on my way into one of the parlors of virtual sin that scatter the Tenderloin, I know I should be more disgusted by places like this. I probably would be if I weren’t the guy supplying them.