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I’ve worked for editorial websites and video game companies for quite some time, and they often require very tight turnaround times for writing deadlines. Because of this, I’ve become more-or-less accustomed to writing anywhere, at any time, and have worked on de-ritualizing my writing space to be able to be more productive in the in-between spaces of the day.
That being said, the bulk of Entromancy was written in my apartment in Berkeley, California, which is in many ways one of the most beautiful cities in the world. I live a few blocks from the University of California, and the inspiration for most of Entromancy’s locations comes directly out of my upbringing in the San Francisco Bay Area. It’s a spectacular, and action-packed, place to be, but also provides for a thoughtful environment for writing, simply because of all of the different kinds of activities available that can help spark creativity.
The two pictures you see here are from both sides of my writing space: an outside view of San Francisco from the Berkeley hills, and the inside view of my imagination which is fueled by fun things like music.
Thanks so much for having me stop by!
Read an excerpt:
I fought to stay calm. I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears, matching the drumming in my temple, and I kept forgetting to breathe. I hedged, knowing that I could leave, taking the auric with me for questioning, but I wouldn’t have time to evacuate the people upstairs. I wasn’t familiar with being unsure of my next course of action, and I didn’t care for the feeling.
I had neither the time to give the defuse protocol another try nor the skillset to hack into the device and do it the hard way. I synced the timer with my digitab and saw the countdown appear in my lenses. Pocketing the digitab, I released my knee from the auric’s throat and grabbed him by the collar.
“What’s the code?” I snarled at him.
“What?” he said thickly. I could see the blood staining his white teeth.
“Don’t play stupid with me,” I said, shaking him. “What’s the code?”
“The hell, man? What code?”
I could see that he had no idea what I was talking about. I glanced back at the bomb and up at the time display. 21:27:24, three minutes and thirty-six seconds.
The auric craned his neck to follow my gaze, then looked at me. I could see understanding register in his eyes.
“We’re dead?” he queried.
I nodded absently, reaching for another ceridium capsule. Prying off a glove with my teeth, I reached out towards the device.
The auric’s hand shot up and grabbed weakly at my wrist. “You’re going to kill us, man!” he protested.
“Probably!” I looked back towards a side entrance next to the counter. “Can you open that?”
He hesitated, then nodded slightly.
“Do it,” I said. He got up slowly and trotted over to the door.
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