Pretty much everyone on my project was out at a meeting today, leaving me with pretty much nothing to do. So… I wrote. I feel a bit guilty for having been paid about £50 for my work today, which mostly consisted of about 3000 words of fiction. Still, beats playing Minesweeper.

Here’s today’s cranked out junk:

The Golden Age, an extremely apocalyptic side-story to the latter stages of Dreaming Awake, and

Caramel’s Talent, a fragment about Caramel, because I wanted to write something about her and I have semi-permanent writer’s block on Serenade of Sunlight.

Enjoy! Comments, as ever, appreciated.