Topher Lydon

Poor Kenny's innocent, Baptist-boy virtue. All of you are rooting for him to get ROOTED... awful... and sticky.

She *might* have done it to compromise Andrew and create a distraction. She might have released it to him to cause discord and chaos. Or it might have all been part of an elaborate ploy. Any which way you look at it, the enemy within is going to enjoy her role as Spider in the web.

i'm going to give you a hint. Who, purposefully, broke the rules inside CSIS to point Andrew at something HE SHOULD NOT KNOW, and set the whole thing in motion.

What's the main Idea? To get Funtime with Kenny Why is it important? Because developing a healthy appreciation for for funtime with Kenny, combined with kisses is always important Why should you care? Because Steve will clean his room for it, and take a shower. Heck, he'd probably sell a kidney for it. (not his, he's already cornered the Merrickville organ donation black market)

wooo #teamBryle!!!!

I meant STORY recommendations, on the story title page, you know... to help with visibility and views and stuff... There's a button right under the synopsis that does AWESOME things like make me happy! And I am not drafting a 3000 word essay, thanks... And by Thesis here I meant "Thesis Statement" forgive the academic shorthand. The three most important questions of an essay,: What's the main Idea, Why it is important, and Why should you care about it?

Also how to get Brian and Kyle together :: thoughtful look ::

Poor Kenny, at least they're learning how to live with each other. Now I wonder what Blake is going to make of the English Paper that is rigidly routed in Disaster Capitalism.

I better be seeing recommendations from you lot, or... or ... I'm going to hold the next chapter hostage, ransomed and tied up, on a chair, with tomorrow's newspaper... RECOMMENDATIONS you lazy buncha...! Also, because it's cute as hell:

Eighteen Mister Wolochowski stood before his Grade 11 English class, gripping the worn leather cover of his Twelfth Night edition so tightly his knuckles were white. The air in the auditorium—his preferred lecture space—was thick not with dust, but with anticipation. Every student in the tiered seating was sitting unnaturally straight, their phones mysteriously quiet, their eyes fixed on him. They weren't waiting for iambic pentameter; they were waiting for the crack, the breakdown, the pub

I get asked from time to time, how I structure my day. Firstly, I am medically retired, a former Professor, and at 47 BORED OUT OF MY MIND. I write full time, and professionally. I have books in print, several coming out later this year. I have no real financial concerns, and am comfortable. Meaning I write because I love it. And I have no pressures when it comes to my writing. I get up, usually around 3am because the house is still. Quiet. I get a cup of coffee and I open Carter's Order to start working. I have usually fallen asleep thinking about what I want to do next in my chapters. Today for example I knew I wanted to have the Dark Sovereign and the Red Bishop in the same room, at the same time. That rough outline in mind I begin to write. A chapter is around 2500 words, and given my output is aroung 10000 words a day, I am done around 6 am. That chapter, and a second if I can squeeze it in, is then saved, added to the master document, and run through an AI doo-hickey to get instant feedback, consistency check, and plot hole analysis. Once complete I run the chapter through a Text-to-speech program and listen to it, usually with a second cup of coffee and a crumpet... mmmmm I then take my medicine, run my blood sugars and do "Old and sick bastard" things. This then sets me up for my morning 8 - 12 which is Goofball time. I write that story because it makes me laugh and brings me joy. I am a bit like Steve, a ball of Chaos most days. ALWAYS have been, my friends call it "You're inner Matt Elias" (Falcon Banner throw back there... but that's what they call it) I love Goofball, it brings me so much joy to write. (Why don't you sell these books?) Answer : I do, usually after they are written. But a project like Goofball is not for sale, it's a gift from me to you my readers. I have long believed, all the way back to my earliest days of online publishing, that I wanted to make people happy, and as I said above, I am not hurting financially. So Why not release it for free, you guys are so awesome to me, that it's my way of thanking you. So I usually skip lunch, never have been the biggest fan of lunch, I sometimes take a rest in the afternoon, a nap or something, or watch Wrestling if it is a Tuesday or a Saturday... sue me, SWEATY men in underpants... yummy. Then around 4-5pm I open The Last Highguard and write a chapter. This one's more an experimental project for me, I want to see what it could have become. I usually finish my writing by 7pm, supper time. I like soups and stews so if I cook for myself I am often cooking one of those. But failing that, I order food in. And settle in the evening to pass the time, watching documentaries, or reading, or just being mellow. Bed is a staggering 8:30-9pm (I get up six hours later, so this works for me) Tucked in bed with a heavy duvet, some music playing, and if my person is over... happy fun times. If he's stupid and isn't here, then another happy fun time. I am a bit Steve in that way. Sleep and then up to do it all over again. That's my day, that's me. Happy to answer questions.

That's it, Tofu tired now, Tofu bed calling

Not in text, but you can safely assume that he has told Andrew by this point.

There is definitely an insider, the question is who?

This is the chapter where I found Andrew had evolved the most. He's been building to this kind of man, developing over 9 books into the Dark Sovereign, and while Will stands in the light and does what he does. Andrew is a sentinel on a wall, holding back the dark... as a writer it's a point where you feel a profound sense of reward. Andrew was always a strong character, but here he's a sheer, unrelenting power of will.

releasing this one a little early as I haven't slept and will now go and fall down

WORLD END: T-minus 155 days, 13 hours, and 0 minutes Prime Minister's Office – Situation Room, Ottawa The air in the sterile, soundproofed situation room beneath the Prime Minister’s Office was thick with the cold scent of ozone and the heavy weight of political dread. The PM sat hunched over the polished mahogany table, the sickly blue light of a holographic map illuminating the remote, unforgiving geometry of the Albertan foothills. Sixteen days had become a political eternity, an

It's waaaaaaaaaaaaay more conceptual, um, but I am hoping that working on it might get me to tackle the revision, rewrite and reedit the FB series needs for me to get it into proper shape. Those books intimidate the heck out of me

The story was actually a draft I wrote nearly twenty five years ago. It was what eventually became the Falcon Banner. So it's me picking up a long discarded manuscript and dusting it off... Kind of like brushing off the original script to Star Wars, all concept and idea... and breathinga bit of magic into it to see what it stirs.

It's more an Arcane-punk Diesel-punk thing, kind of fun.

YES This, very much this!!!!

You are sending me some!!!!! You can't just hint at haven and then snatch it away from me... awwwww