The End of a Year, the Beginning of Another
As I huddle in my trusty dining room chair, bathed in the bluish white glow of the computer monitor, I'm stricken by how much has changed over the past few years...and yet, how much has not. As for what has changed... Three years ago on this night, I wrote the first word of what would eventually grow into The Sword of the Patron , my first novel, which today hunts for a publisher willing to bless it with printed pages to call its own. Like all things that start small and on a whim, my little experiment in storytelling grew and changed. What began as one novel split like a single celled organism and grew into two, when I learned I had far too much story to cram into a first-time novelist's meager pages. Two books then birthed the concept for a third, though this story remains in its infancy while I tend books one and two. Amusing, given that prior to that day in 2007, I had continually told myself I was no writer. That novel I started three years ago has undergone multip...