I'm currently in the last edit of my Promptcast thing. Comte Dragomyr rides again. Or might be ridden, depending on Marzanna's inclinations. ...hur hur hur...
I have to look up concrete rubble and put that into the scene, finish off Guy Generic in the foreground and put some clouds into the sky.
Before October Fourth.
I'm nearly there. I can do this.
I can get this little fucker out there. And hopefully earn a little scratch doing it.
I've bothered five people to contribute to the Promptcast and three have reported back with good news. Taking that win.
And my goals to get my hands on the Astarion novel have been pipped at the post by international gatekeeping. Fucking... WHY? We can talk to each other on the opposite side of the world, but a book can't be launched internationally on the same day for SOME FUCKED-UP REASON.
Grr.
Story real soon now.