Well, the wolf is out of the bag for Teratogenesis today.
Our protagonist has finally realized what we have suspected for months. And he has tasted blood.
And what do you do with a dog that has turned on it’s master?
The end is surely nigh.
Specifically, there is only about eight weeks left. And then I’m starting my next project: A short story a week for a year. It’s entirely optimistic, there is absolutely no way I’ll have fifty two short stories, but I need to shoot high.
And then there is going to be process of editing up Teratogenesis for it’s final version. Which is bound to be easier said than done…
