What a whirlwind of a first week. There were highs and lows, there were smiles and tears. So much emotion was leaking out of us that there were points in which we didn’t even know which end of the pen to use.
Our brains are fizzled, our souls are frazzled, and our hands are cramping…
And we wouldn’t have it any other way.
I’m proud to say that as I write this update from Shoggoth.net HQ (literally a falling apart cabin deep in the Montana wilderness and surrounded by carvings of the Elder Sign. Just so none of us Shoggoth.net writers accidentally summon the apocalypse…) I have written 14,100 words in my story!
Where are you? Why are you? What are you writing about? Has your quest been satisfactory? Have you saved the witch in the quarry, yet? Have you carved your initials on the side of the moon? Praise be to Cthulhu? Or Damn the Eternal Spawn?
Let us know, and we’ll keep you up to date.