A new thingmabob

AHOY THERE! It’s been a while, and I am, I promise, still here. Just a bit caught up in all the pre Winter Doom Festival busyness and struggling to find space in my mind.

Ages back, I mentioned two things that I was thinking of putting on the blog. One was a sci-fi series full of happy queers, and I’m still slowly writing that. The other was an odd found maybe-story set in a strange town. And that, I’ve made some progress with. Enough to start sharing some of it anyway. I’ve never before written something while sharing it, and even with the amount of cushioning I’ve got in it’s a bit scary. But I figure what is this blog for if not to do new things with my writing (and also book reviews).

So, tomorrow you get the first installment of Tales from Tantamount. There will be at least one post per month, hopefully more. It’s not precisely a story so much as a wander around an odd place that lives in my head sometimes.

Here’s a little bit of introductory blurb about it.

Tales from Tantamount

Being a found record of the town of Tantamount, starting in December of the year of the Abandoned Shopping Trolley and continuing into the Year of the Sad Plastic Bag.

 

TANTAMOUNT, adj: equivalent in seriousness to. Italian ‘tanto montare’= ‘amount to much’

noun: a small, strange town somewhere near the Severn, known to move about.

 

Welcome to Tantamount!

Population: undefined/nebulous.

Visitors to Tantamount are required to attend the orientation classes held at the Tourist Information Centre. Failure to attend these classes will be punished by Carrion. Tantamount takes no responsibility for injury, loss of life, spiritual dislocation or other harm caused to visitors who have not attended orientation.

We hope you enjoy your stay.

Tantamount Tourist Board.

 

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