Well, not that I have many laurels on which to rest in the first place, but I don't want to risk getting too complacent.

Goldric's Luck is finally showing a few signs of being a story that I want to finish. Nothing worse than seeing yet another short story that I can't be arsed to carry on past a couple of thousand words. The skeleton is there. I know what happens to Goldric, and the odd chapters I've been jotting down here and there are finally gelling. I think I need another branch, though. Another character from The Tyrant's Festival that I can weave into the story in a meaningful way.

Aawul Gramri, the arch-villain from both the story and the adventure has finally had the chance to speak, and that's perked things up a bit more, but that's not quite what I'm thinking about. Of course, I've been yammering on about this for the past few days, so I should just shut up and start thinking about it.

It may have to be a soldier or a priest, I think. One thing I've not done very well yet is establish Éaganabora as a setting; it took me several redrafts of The Tyrant's Festival to get that more or less where I wanted, and I really ought to make more of it. Perhaps I could put a zealous pilgrim on Goldric's tail; have him follow the man right into the necropolis. He could almost be a conscience of sorts -- a personification of all that guilt he suppresses, or at least I could make him out to be that, and then dispatch him in a cruel and casual way, perhaps as a direct result of Goldric's pragmatism. He could almost be a hero. Someone out to stop Goldric from entering the tomb, but failing and falling by the wayside.

Hmm. Now there's a possibility.