blood and fuzzy slippers

three years ago tomorrow, July 1, a space opera called Starcustard was born. three years. eight chapters. it isn't over yet, but we're being forced to take a brief intermission while i escape into another country. we'll be back. in the meantime, here's a little collectible of Act One. go look.

saying goodbye to Starcustard for eighteen months is not going to be easy. in a lot of ways i miss it already. no more throwing unfinished scenarios at each other. no more chewing on character descriptions. no more Gen. no more Tenua. no more slugs, no more slavekids.

our final revision of what we've got so far has been in its different ways almost as much work as the first killer round of proofreading, way back on chapter one. we've fiddled with a few scenes here and there, smoothed over some rough spots, and argued endlessly about font sizes and margins. at long last, Starcustard has acquired a style. that was the most fun part, playing with fonts and leading. i probably annoyed chris to no end with all my finickyness. but we pulled it together. it looks great, doesn't it?

it's got all eight chapters, page numbers, a foreword, and a list of all the music tracks in the front, so you can assemble them into a soundtrack if you feel so inclined. and on the penultimate page there's a little hint at what chapter nine will hold for us, the valiant authors, as well as for you, our patient readers. feel free to get yourself a copy. or if you don't mind reading the thing at your desk off a screen, take it from here.

mr. jordan celebrates the occasion also, over at fatmanintweed.

p.s. if you can spot the font discrepancy on the cover and title page, you're an extremely perspicacious individual. congratulations.