“There was no WWIII. There was no EMP blast. There was just the Rhain, the Fludd, and the Drayn.”
It is hard picking a point-of-view to write in and sticking with it. First person, third person; present tense, past tense–but what is best for the book I am about to unfold?
Oh, Mascugani—what an odd old tale to tell…
Just to let you know I have not abandoned you, oh reader and friend. Here is a snippet from a scene I am finally pressing through in the Grand Illusion, the sequel to the Grand Attraction:D
I am always being inspired. It takes a special kind of author to be able to self-create in mass volume, coming up with their own stories apart from any influence–which is a talent I will always strive for, but do not have.
“Gathering what else I could, I came to Distontay and to the City of Ebony where I found hope of new birth as a smith of steel. But such trade bores me as it requires not the skill of a shard smith, and I have lost interest.
-Nobaph, the Shard Smith
Everyone wants their next book to be the next best thing–just like the first: exhilarating and original.