“Everything you do, every jot and tittle, will be read by someone else, for the sum of your acts is always written and never overlooked. Time is the great reader of everything. Time is always reading.
Time will read you. Time will tell. Time will remember.”
I am by no means an expert at publishing, nor even self-publishing for that matter. I have, however, learned a never-ending amount of do’s and dont’s since I began my published-author career in 2015.
Not much is actually known of the faerydeer. According to the Encyclopedia of the Natures of Euphora: “They appear when the bonedilies are near bloom and are renowned for the pollen they sweat, which is essential to nature’s pollination and integration of kinds, allowing species of plant to travel vast expanses and find home next to the bonedilies for protection.”
“Well, Mr Fauldon, as you said: I brought you here from another place, just as Grevious was once brought…”
-Sir Knowington, from Fauldon’s Dream and the Karier of the Task, Scene XI
Blind, bitter, and poor did the man shiver amidst the cold and biting wind. The homesteads of Albannik were bunkered for the night and the harshest winter for all they knew. The lonely mountain peek’s town was accustom to winter, but not what they had come to call the Winds of Raigor. From the eastern lands did these winds come–swiftly and like a wolf pack to an abandoned calf. Devouring and relentless did the winds turn color to white, to blue, to death. None could escape it–only cling desperately to life in prayers that it should pass.
I have to keep reminding myself that I am just as much the reader as I am the writer and that my readers are just as much crafters of the mind as I am a wordsmith.
There are many arts that man is capable of–all sharing a common ground to be experienced by others. Art is both created and consumed; both labored and enjoyed.
Four art genres presently come to mind: the art of words, the art of picture, the art of sound, and the art of sculpture.