To Derrock Marefield the crunch of bushes being crushed under large feet sounds as if death itself is approaching
With thirty-seven days to go until I finish the next draft...
Where does the time go? I am not sure. But it sure is passing quickly.
A mercenary recruiter traverses the frosty plains of Par in search of tough recruits for his band. Hunters have pointed him and his companions towards an inn that serves as a gathering point for any strongmen roaming this area. Yet this inn is not easily found.
There is no point in sitting around, waiting for inspiration. Inspiration comes from hard work. Just sit down, and do the work. Write now. Edit later.
Pivotal this year for me was the discovery of Critical Role, the master storyteller Matt Mercer who drew me into a world I knew existed but had never dared to enter. I tumbled into it like Alice fell into Wonderland, and the tale of the Mighty Nein has been my constant companion since August of this year
When I was still very young, a lovely old lady who lived across the street from us would always give me a pen for my birthday. A gift for the writer, she would say.