18/10/2026
It was supposed to be a short story. A little Scottish Gothic darkness, a few hundred words, then back to my other projects like a sensible author.
Unfortunately, the story had absolutely no intention of behaving.
The characters wanted more time, the plot started making demands, and now we’re heading into full-blown WIP territory. Apparently, I’ve mistaken an opening chapter as an invitation for more.
Then my friend went and did this voiceover, which did absolutely nothing to help my self-control.
So here we are. Expanding the story, following the darkness, and pretending I’m still the one making the decisions.
Send Coke Zero. I suspect we’ll be in the Highlands for a while. 🖤📚