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[Sappho]

That's a working title - I can't think of a really good one.

Anyway, this story is something my dad and I cooked up years ago and expanded over the summer.  At long last I have decided to write an actual story (length as of yet undetermined) using our ideas.  I'm posting it bit-by-bit, as I write it, in my comic blog.  Everyone is invited to read it and send feedback.  I'm trying to get as many readers as I can, and hopefully when I finally get my webcomic going again, people might actually read it, and maybe someday I could make a few extra bucks selling t-shirts or something.

In any case, I'm enjoying writing it so far.  I don't want to spoil anything, so I'll just say that it has to do with Santa, and is a bit of an... alternative explanation of the current (American, anyway) Santa mythology.  It is not a nice story.  You have been warned.

[timmeh]

I read what's up and enjoyed it.  I may be setting up a livejournal account later so I can subscribe, looking forward to more of the story.

[Sappho]

Great, thanks!

Here's a snippet from the first posting, in case anyone needs a taste before heading over to my blog:

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Santa sighed deeply as he strode into his office, lowering himself slowly into his elf-leather chair. He leaned his head back for a few moments and closed his eyes, watching the colored spots swim in the blackness and praying that the worst of his hangover would pass quickly. This was going to be a very long day.

He rubbed his red eyes and yawned, then fumbled after the flask of eggnog he had hidden in his red fur suit. He took a swig and slowly let his eyes focus on the clutter on his desk, locating his calendar. There was only one appointment for the day, circled in red:

Frost
2:30

He glanced at his watch: eleven-fifteen. So he still had some time to flesh out the details of his pitch. Jack, my friend, I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news. He practiced saying it: “Jack, my friend, I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news.” There had to be real regret in his voice, real pain on his face. He tilted up the blank flat-screen monitor and watched his reflection in it. He tried again: “Jack, my friend, I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news.” It didn’t look convincing.

Well, he still had a few hours to practice.

[Sappho]

I know I didn't get much response to this the first time I mentioned it, so I'm giving it a bump.  I'm now into the third chapter and resuming a regular update schedule after a very stressful (real-life speaking) hiatus.  I could really use as much feedback as I can get, so please have a look.  If you choose not to read it, I'd really appreciate it if you'd let me know what about it doesn't interest you so I can improve.

Thanks!

[timmeh]

Sorry about that, I've been reading them as you post them, but I haven't really been leaving much feedback...  I really am enjoying it, but I'm a horrible critic when it comes to writing, and this kind of thing (along with Threetoe's most recent story) is my current favorite genre/style, so I'm likely to be a little biased at the moment.  From what I can tell the spelling and grammar is perfect, but I should really be the last person you get spelling/grammar advise from...

[Cheeetar]

I like it.