This one, Children of an Empty Guf, is inspired by a story my buddy, Joel, talked about writing years ago. His idea went through multiple iterations, or should I say metamorphoses, as most of his ideas are in a constant state of change at the fundamental level. But at the basic level it was about Lucifer, the wanderlust that caused him to lose gods favor, and the last soul leaving the Guf. I don’t remember the particulars, and I’ve asked him about it, he doesn’t either, but it was a great idea that has lingered in the back of my mind for more than 10-years.
Two covers for the next one. I like them both, but I like them differently and for different reasons. I imagine I know which one would be more likely to make it onto a store shelf, the nudity makes that obvious.
Do Shadows Drink Beer was a story that my buddy Doug and I started writing over a case of beer. We passed the keyboard back and forth and came up with something that was vaguely reminiscent of Douglas Adams writing, tinted by sexual references, and just plain odd. Sentient inanimate objects, a bored god, an inter dimensional traveling rat-man, and one lonely confused young woman mixed up in it all. I added too it at one point, thinking that it would be 25 disconnected chapters all brought to a conclusion in the last five or ten chapters. But, I never got much further without the help and inspiration of my friend and that finger loosening effect of that case of beer. I guess it was a ‘had to be there’ sort of thing.
In my files, this story is just called, Fynx. I didn’t think that looked quite right as I was putting this together, so I added a little something to it.
The story only made it to about 4,000 words, but it was going to be a NaNoWriMo attempt on year, a while back. It’s just an urban adventure, on a fantasy world, featuring a thief. I never made it much past the introduction where he was going to pull off a quick theft as a story set-up.
When I was finished with the first one of these I wasn’t quite happy with it, so I made a second.
Magic sonnets that should be able to lift a curse from the main character’s beloved, who has been turned into a telepathic bird. Kinda smacks of Lady Hawke a bit, but that’s what the story is. It’s old, like 1990 old. I never got too far with this one either. And after reading it, I don’t know if I’ll ever pick it up again. Perhaps the story will come out in another, less Lady Hawke way, if I stew on it for another 26-years.
This one is a more recent idea and one that I have actually done some writing on. It’s fantasy, but it has sex, it has politics, it has swashbuckling, it has dark magic, and it is probably going to get written at some point. You know, when I buckle down and get disciplined about my writing habit and start cranking out these stories. It takes 10,000 hours to become an expert, that leaves me a lot of wiggle room to work on these old story ideas. Practice. Practice. Practice.
So there you have them, book covers I did this weekend. I really like putting these things together, I can just shut everything out and exercise those old high school art muscles a bit. However, I was bad and I did not keep track of what I was using for source material and who I needed to credit for that. I will go back and see if I can’t find that information and add it to the images.