The Wandering Inn – Web Serial

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It’s been a long time.

Actually, it’s been only a few months. Less. But it feels like a year or two. And sadly, I’m not writing here to say that I’m back. Rather, it’s to let you all know what I’m doing.

I’m writing a Web Novel. You may also think of it as a web serial, or a novella written in small, 1,000-4,000 word doses that I post every Tuesday and Saturday. The genre is Fantasy and the name of the story is The Wandering Inn.

I won’t do much advertising here. I’ll just leave a link and a picture that has nothing to do with the actual plot of the story. This is just a picture with Pirate and her friends having a party for old time’s sake.

But if you’re interested in seeing what I have to write, check it out sometime. Right now I’m only 4 installments in, but hopefully I’ll keep adding to the story for a long while.

…I mean, I’ve written two novels now. How hard can it be to write another? Writing is weird.

Hope you’re all well. Stay out of weird inns.

–pirateaba

The Wandering Inn – wanderinginn.wordpress.com

Foreboding

“Pirate?”

…Tomorrow.

Following Flights

At least she’s not trying to hug helicopters.

I’m not traveling at the moment, but I am waiting for other people’s flights to come in. As always, it’s a mix of boredom and anticipation. But at least there’s no red giants trying to grab airplanes at the moment. As far as I know.

Cookie Mystery

The real mystery is why any of this is a mystery.

A Conan Doyle I am not. And Pirate is no Moriarty. In fact, I don’t think anyone would ever be taken in by her crimes. On the other hand, her willful use of violence to disguise her crimes has its own effectiveness.

Cloud Bathing

It’s a mystery to everyone.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I want a cloud. I hate showering normally, but if I could shower with a cloud I’d do it every day. I’d just have to watch out for lightning bolts.

Summit Sleeping

Size is a bit wonky here.

It’s summer. I hate the heat. I want my own mountain for free ice. That’s about all.

Last Regrets

Too late, guys.

From poetry and nice visuals to cold-blooded murder over graffiti. Yep, that pretty much sums up that blog. For the record, I don’t hate graffiti. It’s a really cool art form. I just hate graffiti on my stuff.

Overconfidence

Just humor him, and maybe he’ll sail away.

Have you ever been attacked by one of those tiny dogs? You know, chihuahuas or a similar breed that thinks it’s immortal? I hate those dogs. I just want to kick them, mainly because they’re trying to bite me. But seriously, sometimes you just have to realize you’re a small fish in a big ocean.

Medical Malpractice

The weird thing is that this is reality.

And we’re back to less graphics, more jokes. It’s really weird to me that doctors actually use super glue and tape in surgery. I feel like that’s wrong, but then again, I’m not a medical doctor. Yet.

Swamp Searching

Some things aren’t worth the effort, Pirate.

This new drawing style is taking longer than I’d like. And water is still really hard to draw. I might go back to my old methods in a while, but for now let me just say that I hate swamps. Anything could be lurking in those dark waters, and I for one don’t want to find out what’s down there.