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Been quiet, because busy. But I am actually still here, still writing, and fingers crossed still able to bring stuff to people.
#amwriting #writerslife

Also on my alternate blog: https://thomaswrightson.blogspot.com/2026/02/the-hard-truth-failure-happens.html

So, this is a thing that's happened quite quickly. And I'm feeling better by the second having written it out.
#writerslife #opinion #videogames
https://thomaswrightson.co.uk/2026/02/22/the-hard-truth-failure-happens/

Book Quote Wednesday's word is 'pain'. A pain is many things, from the heart, to a burned hand, like that suffered by Faarax.
Read more on my website, or find the book on any good book platform.
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“How low are your ambitious.”
“We poor Feles are limited in that regard.”
The Kavki laughed. The two often had little sessions of banter like this. It meant nothing. They were just playing on ancient species stereotypes, joking with an old enmity that reached back to the Xeno Conflict. They still had a trace of that, an old instinctual dislike for the other’s species, but any conscious animosity was swept aside. All that remained was the dream of all on this ship. The dream of finding something better.
Lenore turned to the captain. “Permission to leave with Faarax and prepare for docking?”
“Permission granted,” was the sullen reply.
Lenore left the bridge in pursuit of her child as Sudu entered, looking flushed but satisfied. It took little time for the pair to meet up again, as Faarax had not gotten far. As they traveled in their lift to the docking control area, Lenore looked at her adopted child. He was hissing a little in pain, but kept it under control.
“You okay?”
“Sort of. I don’t like clambering on that warp drive. But then I don’t like a lot of things I’ve gotta do on this ship. No need to fuss, it’s not like I was hurt.”
“It won’t be forever. And you did get yourself burned.”
“Where?”
Lenore gently pulled off one of Faarax’s gloves. The skin under it was red, almost raw from the heat of the conductors. He winced as she gently tapped the palm.

I just hit this in Orwell's essays: "To suggest that a creative writer, in times of conflict, must split [their] life into two compartments, may seem defeatist or frivolous: yet in practise I do not see whatr else [they] can do."
Dang. Just...dang. #writingcommunity #writerslife

Also on my alternate blog: https://thomaswrightson.blogspot.com/2026/02/for-love-of-words.html

My new post for this week. Something that turned into a brain worm and made me go "huh, I wanna write this thought down."
#SundayBlog #amwriting #opinion #writerslife
https://thomaswrightson.co.uk/2026/02/15/for-the-love-of-words/

It's Book Quote Wednesday #BookQW and the word is 'unbelievable', specifically the paraphrase 'disbelief'. An apt description of Ambassador Laffw's lofty ambitions.
Starborn Vendetta and its sequel are available now. #scifibooks #thriller

“If you mean any potential gains on the stock market, I assumed that
would go without saying, as humans put it.”
“You are correct. When the time comes, we shall be ready to buy and sell just the right stocks. It could shift the economic balance of power for decades. And who knows, one step further up the ladder toward the Synod.”
Bapti nodded, though she had disbelief in her eyes. For one such as Bapti, any but high-born Kavki reaching the Synod was laughable. There was something to be said for that attitude. It was the highest administrative authority in the Cluster, covering hundreds of solar systems, thousands of inhabited worlds and satellite bodies, perhaps millions of station colonies and other space-faring groups. But why then not reach for it? All the peoples had reached for the impossible before. They had reached for fire, hunting tools, farming, building, sea crossing, flying, and finally the transcendent step beyond the atmospheres of their worlds into the great unknown.
To Laffw, the Synod was a trace of that ambition given physical form. It was a means to grasp the impossible, to fly close to and beyond the sun and find a seat in the very heavens. She spoke of it to her serfs, but very few others. Her dreams and ambitions were private, and to the world she showed only her veneer of false vapidity and the changes to her body. On an impulse, Laffw glanced down at the additional fingers she had added to her hand.

*sigh* Fiiiiine Discord, I'll verify that I am indeed an adult. You do you, you sensitive little thing.
#writerslife

Also on my alternate blog: https://thomaswrightson.blogspot.com/2026/02/plans-author-talks-s4.html

This week's update, on a project that will be going ahead this year for your entertainment.
#writerslife #amwriting #update #sundayblog
https://thomaswrightson.co.uk/2026/02/08/plans-author-talks-s4/

I'm no longer feeling sick and awful when submitting short fiction. Could it be...that I've grown as a writer?
#writerslife

It's Book Quote Wednesday #BookQW and the word is 'back'. And it's two for the price of one!
Lenore recalls a distant memory, a core part of who she was and who she now is.
#scifi #scifibooks #adventure

Memory drifted back seventeen years with the fondling of that lock. Seventeen years ago, when she and the small band of her clan had been traveling across a world made half-barren due to a terraforming accident. They had been hunting a group of colonists for no other reason than sport. They made those humans run, made them cry and flee in terror, made them hide and dash from cover to cover. She vaguely remembered an old human story, and a line within it from an old cobra to a young human. Run around and make sport, boy. Run around, and make sport.
“They did run around. We had our sport.”
There had been a ship, crashed there for repairs. A civilian ship attacked by pirates. It had few guns, and fewer small arms. She had felt a twinge of regret, but still followed her band down toward it. One more hunt before leaving on their ship, one more hunt and one more set of trophies. One more lock of hair or length of skin to add to their belts of honor.

So, this happened. Should've shared it last month, but stuff was happening. Hope it's an enjoyable read, and Rosen is a great person to work with.
#writingcommunity #scifi #horror
https://cmrosens.com/2026/01/14/author-spotlight-thomas-wrightson/

No new post this week, apologies. But here's a post I'm still very proud of. It's the first and to date only time I've written this much...about a video game.
#writerslife #baldursgate3 #retrospective #sundayblog
https://thomaswrightson.co.uk/2025/05/18/a-writers-perspective-on-baldurs-gate-3/

RE: https://mastodon.social/@ThomasWrightson/113815347505889400

So, my writer's life is a lot. I'm in the middle of my debut sci-fi series (the next entry is momentarily delayed due to circumstances beyond my control).
I recently released an audio drama in a genre I hadn't seen published before.
And I'm doing stuff on YouTube, to...mixed results. Mostly negative in the sense of a vacuum.
And today my mood is not the best, so... If you'd like to check things out, please do. I'm fun on most days, promise.
#writers #author #update

My journey continues in the most atmospheric, but also the most infuriating, zone in the entire of #MassEffect.
#videogames #writerslife
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ScLmgMhR8hw

Thomas Wrightson (he/him) boosted:

So. This one's possibly a doozy. Hope it doesn't offend. It's just...my take on a thorny issue.
#writingcommunity #opinion #writerslife
https://thomaswrightson.co.uk/2026/01/25/hindsight-its-weird/

Also on my alternate blog: https://thomaswrightson.blogspot.com/2026/01/hindsight-its-weird.html

So. This one's possibly a doozy. Hope it doesn't offend. It's just...my take on a thorny issue.
#writingcommunity #opinion #writerslife
https://thomaswrightson.co.uk/2026/01/25/hindsight-its-weird/

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