The funny thing about how I write is that I frequently find new projects in the middle of work I’m still trying to finish. I imagine I’m not alone in this, but it’s always a pleasant surprise when I try to tackle something and find an excess of material hiding there. It gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling when I search for one thing and end up finding a dozen other things hiding in the darker recesses. It makes me feel like an explorer.
Let’s talk about the singularly, nearly uncontested linchpin of Norse Polytheistic ethics; “We Are Our Deeds”
I was researching where the phrase came from (I still don’t conclusively know) when I encountered an extremely acidic (though deservedly so) rundown of the phrase over at Adventures in Vanaheim. The post in question had a lot of fire, and the author of the work definitely has some…
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