I’m not going to fight it.
For the first time in years, I’ve found a story that truly lives and breathes of its own accord. The story writes itself. The characters leap from the page. I am endlessly intrigued, and as I write I find myself consumed by my work.
It’s ironic that I find myself in a familiar setting, one I’d never expected to visit again.
The Altar of Dravus may be my most unexpected story to date. I’d never intended to write a sequel to Wide Horizon…but then, I never intended for Wide Horizon to be my first novel. It’s amusing how things work out.
My more devoted readers will already know the basic plot from last week’s Junk Drawer, but there’s so much more to the story than the base premise. This is something new, something audacious. It is dark, cynical, initially pessimistic. It features a female protagonist, and largely ignores romance. It is unlike anything I’ve ever written before.
This is uncharted territory, yet every time I write, as I leave off I know precisely where the story is headed. It’s exciting, and I can only hope that my beloved dreamers are half as eager to know more as I am to write more.
There will be more to come, but for now, know that I feel I’ve finally found direction in my writing again. Now, more than ever, dare to dream.