The alternate history of my King Lorcan the First continues as I'm actually in chapter 2. I'm not using Mur Lafferty's magical spreadsheet, though I should. Nonetheless I am trying to write at least 250 new words every day, and succeeding most days.
Also, as the post title suggest, a poem:
Cold and gray looms the morning sky,
A shroud of unbroken expanse,
The regard of a distant god.
The blanket weighs heavy on the heart
And saps the will of those below,
But still we scurry about our tasks
'Neath the gaze of Odin
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