♡Field Notes #1: Drafts, Damage, and What I’m Drinking

— Updates on what I’m writing, consuming, and/or working on

Hello, beloved subscribers and miscellaneous sentient inbox spirits.

This is Field Notes: a report from inside my brain, where the plot is like a feral raccoon and I’m just trying to get it into a harness without losing a finger.

I’m not sure if this will be monthly, semi-weekly like the Bubble Tea Report, or once in a blue moon.
(If you are an evil villain: clearly, that was no moon.)

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✍️ What I’m writing

This week: Butt in chair, hand on keyboard (BICHOK). No excuses. Only vibes. Mild wrist pain. The usual.

I worked on Elsewhere and Other Fine Disasters, which is currently in the stage I call:
“Everything is fine. I will fix that later. Hopefully.”

• Word count for the week: 8,049

• Current problem: My “minor character” decided they needed a backstory and evolved into a gun-toting former nun in a Midwestern suburban town.

• Current delight: My minor character decided they’re the main character and honestly? Total respect.

Most vivid detail (aka: the line that grabbed me by the collar):

They call it a retirement party, which is what good institutions do when they want to make a departure look voluntary.

St. George’s Parish hall smelled like sheet cake, lemon cleanser, and the sharp perfume of women who believed God was watching—and also judging—how much frosting you took.

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🔧 What I’m working on (besides writing)

Right now I’m doing the glamorous labor of being a functional human with a book-brain:

• Making peace with my outline (it refuses peace)

• Cleaning up continuity so the story doesn’t sprout new limbs when I blink

• Figuring out whether Field Notes is a regular column or a feral creature that appears when it wants snacks

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🎮 What I’m playing

I am playing The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind, which is basically “fantasy bureaucracy meets volcanic misery” and I mean that as a compliment.

Every quest feels like:

• Someone sends you to fetch a spoon,

• The spoon is guarded by a minor god,

• And you still have to file paperwork afterward.

Honestly? Inspirational.

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☕ What I’m drinking

Today’s beverage situation is a rotating door of comfort:

• Ginger lemon tea (for health, warmth, and the illusion that my life is balanced)

• And because I have no self-control in minimalist retail environments: I bought the Instant Maple Chestnut Latteand Apple Cinnamon Latte from MUJI.

If you see me in public holding an MUJI latte, no you didn’t. I’m a serious writer. I have gravitas. (The latte disagrees.)

My Yogi ginger tea bag said, “Appreciate yourself and honor your soul.”
I’m not sure if that’s advice or a warning label.

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🧭 What’s next

Next week I’m aiming to:

• Keep BICHOK going (because the raccoon plot only respects consistency)

• Decide whether the ex-nun gets one backstory paragraph or an entire spinoff series

• Write at least one scene that doesn’t immediately demand a second, angrier draft

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💌 One tiny ask

Tell me in the comments: are you more interested in
(A) excerpt drops, (B) micro-fiction “snacks,” or (C) behind-the-scenes craft/process chaos?

I’ll feed the people what they want. Within reason. And within the limits of whatever pact I signed with my deadline

Until Next time,

Alex Eos🧋

PS: Preorders are now live for Starforge Legacy. If you want to support the book, here’s the link: Starforge Legacy