Coming back to think about Shattered City, I realise a few things. In no real order:
Damn, I write a lot of smokers.
The motivating factors of any noir, but especially Dickensian cyberpunk noir, are cigarettes, hangovers, and dead people. Everything else is mix and match.
I wonder if anyone knows where half these names are coming from. Except for the person who has a character named after her.
Writing about a place I now live in is harder than writing about a place I want to live. I don't know if I could write Angel in Aspic again. But since it has served it's purpose as a sigil, maybe that's not so bad.
Working out how to instantiate Man Blue is fucking hard.
I need to work on the Asylum sequels at some point.
And that damn superhero game. Settings come and go in my head.