Today’s post is a little bit long and personal, but please bear with me. Please…?
I am a fantasy writer. I always have been. Other than short stories, I have never written a single piece that didn’t involve swords and sorcery, heroes and villains, and a bookload of ridiculously epic scenes. Right now I’m juggling three projects, one of which I intend to make public fairly soon, and they are all fantasy.
It would be cliché to say that I haven’t always been like this—and a lie. Because, the truth is, I can’t recall a time when I wasn’t fascinated with the idea of creating new worlds and populating them with people and creatures arising from my imagination.
So how did I become this kind of person? What went wrong!?
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