Laaaazy.

I owe about a dozen book reviews, a post about dark fantasy, an update on my own writing, posts on Wisconsin and on the Middle East, meditations on religion, and an annotated soundtrack, according to my writing to-do list.

But despite caffeine, I am supremely unmotivated today -- perhaps I can blame the lingering vestiges of a cold, or perhaps I'm still coming down from the rush of con-high and have yet to recover. Or it's the weather. Anyway, we all know that nothing is more motivating to me than the elusive promise of feedback, so:

What would you like to read a post about?

Writing oneself into a corner.

Apparently some authors do this deliberately, because it inspires them.

Man, am I not one of those guys.

So, in the following semi-spoilery excerpt for Chapter Ten of Hellion Prince, Damarhis offends one of his fellow partygoers in the process of trying to make a friendly gesture -- and then, being Damarhis, is determined into tricking them into accepting said gesture -- a seat at the table where a seance is about to be performed, when only a few free seats are available.  How would you go about tricking someone into volunteering/being 'randomly selected' for such a thing?  Damarhis and Ansira are obviously better at social engineering than I am.

 

( Context is about a third of the run-on chapter... )