The Clockwork Coroner

It’s been a minute since I last posted—November, to be exact. Life, holidays, work, routines, and everything in between have a way of pulling you off the creative trail without warning. Sometimes you look up and realize weeks have passed, then months, and the story pages are still waiting exactly where you left them.

But today felt like a shift.

I finally hung the framed book cover prints of The Murder of Crowe and The Clockwork Coroner on my office wall. Seeing them side-by-side—one the beginning of this steampunk world and the other its next evolution—stopped me in my tracks. It reminded me why I started this project in the first place: to build something bigger than a single story. To create a world that breathes, schemes, hides, and reveals itself one thread at a time.

Now Junius Price and Archibald “Archie” McNittle stare back at me while I work. Not as characters waiting to be written, but as partners waiting to continue the case.

The framed art isn’t just decoration.
It’s accountability.
It’s momentum.
It’s a nudge from the universe that says, “Alright, detective. Back to it.”

So here I am—returning to the work, step by step, word by word. The wall is no longer blank, and neither is the path ahead.

Act II is calling. And now the detectives are watching.