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December 11th, 2010 (05:36 pm)

4 more chapters!

chapter 5
chapter 6
chapter 7
chapter 8

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October 10th, 2010 (01:01 pm)

ohh, goddamn. my site exploded, and now i have to hook wordpress and lj back up.

i don't feel like it right now! instead, have a link and a picture.

chapter 4!

chapter three

September 24th, 2010 (11:00 am)

chapter one

Raie could feel the horse beneath her quivering. She patted the beast, murmuring to it. They stuck, soaked to the skin with fat raindrops. She relished it, the smell of the sky and water and mud and horsesweat. Simple existence, far from the stink and muck and distress of humanity.

Pity to break it.

Her belly gnawed itself. The pain seemed distant and unimportant. It was less relevant than the puddles she thought might finally be the dredging of wheel-tracks.

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Originally published at shatterlands. You can comment here or there.

chapter two

September 24th, 2010 (10:00 am)

chapter one

“So, what story tonight, boy?” the nobleman asked. He stretched his legs and set his empty soup bowl aside. Petrel shrugged.

“I want a nice one.” Jerea squinted at the boy in what she thought was an imposing manner. “One with a happy ending, for once.”

“Last night’s story had a happy ending,” said Petrel.

“No, it was not. A billion people died in it!”

“Nor a billion,” he frowned at her, “only maybe five.”

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Originally published at shatterlands. You can comment here or there.

chapter one

September 10th, 2010 (10:00 am)

chapter one

The air was sticky by this point, hot and thick and foul.  Night brought no relief, replacing the heat of day with the screams of a million lust-ridden insects.  They sweated together; the skinny horses and their weary riders, the saddle blankets and leathers and rough-stitched bags.  The air and insects and leaves and prey alike, all slick with the same dank vapors.

At length, their leader halted.  A few minutes of critical examination and it dropped its pack.

“Here,”  it spat.

“Sure?”  a smaller creature glanced around, unimpressed.  “Don’ seem very safe.  Supposin’ there’s bad blood about?”

“I said here.  Make camp.  I’m moving ahead to scout.” It was gone before anyone thought to argue.  The smaller creature, a slim male child of roughly fifteen, shook his head in irritation.  Including the dark, lanky leader, there were six in this group, and three horses.  The boy ignored the lead horse—a skittish, untrusting mare—and moved to the last to help a woman down.

Soon there was a brisk fire, and a solid, gut-rattling smell.

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Originally published at shatterlands. You can comment here or there.

before we begin

September 9th, 2010 (07:19 pm)

Okay! I start posting book chapters tomorrow, and I think I need to put in a touch of explanation/ acknowledgement/ etc.

This is effectively the third draft. I’ve already done quite a bit of heavy editing, and roped a few friends into helping me go over it (they have my eternal gratitude, by the way—thanks Beka, Beth). That said, I am not averse to further edits—in fact, I encourage critique, so feel free to put in your two cents. Now, if your two cents resembles “haha u suk,” I reserve the right to roll my eyes and ignore you. But if your comments are thoughtful, I will probably break out the red pen. I have a number of reasons for putting this up in a blog and not just throwing queries around the publishing sphere, and chief among them is that I want to get better as a writer.

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Originally published at shatterlands. You can comment here or there.

no lie

September 1st, 2010 (08:20 pm)

27 today. That feels a little funny, like there was an invisible line I must have tripped over at some point. 27 is unquestionably adult. No “mid-twenties” bullshit. I’ve been told I’m supposed to find 30 distasteful, and I’m feeling that out about now, just to see if I do.

I don’t.

Looming 30 feels like a relief. 30year olds don’t have to fake like they’re cool, right? I’m pretty bad at faking. And life starts to dig in its heels a little—I tired of the constant changing awhile ago. We’ve spent a year renovating this little foreclosure on the cheap side of town, and the last of the paperwork will be signed in the next couple weeks. Then it’s ours. People keep saying “ooh, your first house, how exciting!” and I always respond it’s our last house and I’m going to die here. And they laugh.

But I’m fucking serious. In the next fifteen years or so, my cat is going to die. I will bury her in the backyard. In the fifteen after that, we’ll finish paying off the mortgage. By that point, my husband and I will be withered, old, and spiteful, and the only way you’ll be carting us off this land is in body bags.

I look forward to old age. I want a full head of grey hair, saggy tits, and scary hanging arm fat. I’m going to have fifteen cats, and fifty obscenely bright and tattered sweaters. I’m going to develop a cackle that frightens small children, and prepare for each Halloween by smearing lime green paint on my warts.

It’s going to be fabulous.

Originally published at shatterlands. You can comment here or there.

godsend, chapter 1

September 1st, 2010 (01:12 am)

is done!

So naturally, you should go check it out. It’s written by the illustrious Jesse Bausch, author of such novelties as Strange Detective Tales, and updates on Mondays. Chapter 2 begins September 6th.

For the uninitiated, Godsend is a story about a broken prophecy and a lost messiah. There’s more said on the website, as well as a few wallpapers.

Originally published at shatterlands. You can comment here or there.

proper spiff

August 13th, 2010 (05:12 am)

Here we go. I haven’t re-vamped my website in ages, and now it’s all shiny and dynamic! It blogs! It facebooks! It twits! Oh god, it twits. Special thanks to Spencer of Team 8, who tweaked my god-awful attempts at tinkering with wordpress’s copyblogger theme.

It’s a good time for a change. I turn 27 on September 1st. The second chapter of Godsend begins September 6th. And I start posting up chapters of Samisk the Dead on September 10th (Presumably. Real life has been interrupting quite a bit).

Now. Regarding Samisk the Dead. Hell, regarding what I do.

Hi. My name is Meg Gandy. I do comics. I do stories. Awhile ago, I had a webcomic. It was the first attempt at comics I had made, and it was badly designed and suffered horribly from “talking head” syndrome. But a few people seemed to like it, and it got me my first book job. Now this job ended up being an utterly miserable experience, but it, in turn, got me working.

I fucking love comics.

I always felt bad for not finishing that webcomic, and every now and then I get a message from somebody asking when I plan to re-start it. The short of it is that I’m not going to. It’s old, the script was a mess, and I’ve done a bit of growing as an artist since then. But I’m not burying it either. It’s been re-worked, rewritten, edited (big thanks to Beka and Beth) and illustrated.

I’m going to self-publish it via Lulu (in both tree-killer and e-book format), but I’m also going to post a chapter or two here every other Friday.

If you want to follow along, there are a few different ways to do so. I have the requisite twitter and facebook accounts, of course. This blog crossposts to livejournal, and I’ll make the occasional announcement on deviantart.

I truly hope you guys enjoy this stuff.

Originally published at shatterlands. You can comment here or there.

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August 13th, 2010 (01:11 am)

i re-did my website, and added a blog that will now crosspost to this lj. so! the first post in it is going to come across as kinda "duh" to you guys--i apologize for that. i'm testing to see if i did anything retarded in hooking up all the social media BS.

edit: aaand yes. of course i did.

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