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?
I have grown very fond of Nom from Fauldon’s Dream–a character meant at first as but a vessel to inspire the appreciation of the many inhabitants of Euphora. But, as the case with many of my characters (and I would hope to soon be all), his own story, origin, and purpose have intrigued me greatly.
Everyone wants their next book to be the next best thing–just like the first: exhilarating and original.
It was as one of those moments one finds themselves in an ever-ordinary place only to have the mind explode into unfathomable creativity. The concrete broke like puzzle pieces and the vacant transports of that great mall all lit up. Carls felt the wisp of gentle breeze to his numbing skin—exhausted, bewildered, and breathless did he gaze upon the brilliant hexes of indigo.
As I draw nearer to the publication of my next book, I find myself filled anew with curiosity as to some of its content. Reading back over it, it feels as though I am rediscovering the adventures and settings as though for the first time. Truly does Fauldon’s Dream and Karier of the Task cover such a broad subject of imagination, thought, and journey.
The man stood a proud six feet with a bright pink vest and white collared, blue striped button-up shirt; his couplings were of laden gold airplanes. His checkered pants fit well to his circus-like figure and about his identity was a mouse costume mask—the man must have lost his dignity long ago to dress so bizarrely. And yet he stood composed, his hands propped into the small slits of his pink vest.
Carls was hesitant.
“Do you wish to see my merchandise?” the man asked, a red glove reaching out toward his cart. Carls betrayed a quick glance down at the Hensers. Hensers? He was selling cards?
“The Gambler,” Carls inquired, “do you know him?”
The man’s shoulders lowered, as did his tone. “Oh… so it’s you. Pity… you should have come to me first—for you can only deal with one.” (more…)
Friends, foes; fight, flight–what makes one’s mind such a misleading guidance. After sacrificing himself up for his daughter, what is next for the desperate father? Will he ever find the answers he seeks? Will there be closure to his suffering? (more…)