Brendan Peveril . net

So, I just finished the first typed draft (meaning the second draft, but the first I’ll ever show someone) of Hallowed. The whole goddamned thing. Holy shit. It will still be a while before the likes of you has a chance to read it, unless you’re unlucky enough to be in my reading team. Of course, even they don’t all read it.

Whatever, though. Here’s a list of what I still need to do:

If you’re an artist who wants a piece of Hallowed, or perhaps a member of the editorial staff of a comic company who wants oral sex, email me.

I’ve got time for a little bit more work related news.

The novel is happening! Seriously. I’m surprised at how much I’m writing, and how real it feels. Creeps me out, really.

Gone is grinding along. Why don’t we all stab Shamus, for not being a little quicker with that. Hell, I’ve got work from other artists waiting in the wings for Shamus to hurry up. Seriously, dude.

There’s a new project! A magazine type thing, which will happen as my credit limit allows in the real world. I think I may have to self publish, on account of it being three shades of batshit insane. On the bright side, I think it will probably make so little money that I won’t actually have to pay taxes for it. Sweeeet.

-bmp out