And Now For Something (Kind of, But Not Entirely) Completely Different
Something different for me and my writing/publishing game, at least.
As I’m sure you’re sick of reading by now — I started writing sci-fi when I was 9 years old. Wildfire is a 50-page, illustrated book you will never read.
After Wildfire, I started but didn’t finish a few other projects. Then, at age 13, I typed The Secret Computer World. (This was 1985, people. Typing a story on a computer was a bit of a novelty, still). You’ll never read this 36-page, single-spaced book, either.
In High School, I won a prize for a technothriller short story I wrote called Secrets Withheld. Like the above — you’ll never read this, either. Partially because I got over technothrillers after my teens.
Over the years. I’d go on to write in fits and starts. A few words here, a partial story there.
Then, bored during work one day, I wrote a scene. It featured a sorcerer doing sorcerer things — not too unlike many other sword and sorcery stories. Eventually, this would lead to , the first novel of my Source Chronicles fantasy series. For the record, the scene I originally wrote only appears — in part — in the finished novel as a flashback.
