When I was twelve or so, I was neck deep in imagining a world that knew no boundaries, where one day little Taff would chop at the air with a lightsaber, and the other she’d battle fierce Xenomorphs. Or why not both at once? It was a world, where velociraptors were friendly, and horses had feathers, and dragons liked it when you rode the skies with them.
It was great.
But then life happened, innocence was lost, and while I grew up, so did the carefree and boundless world. It changed. Over. And. Over. Again. Until the only thing that I could still recognize, was a single name in it: Shielding.
And for so long- for more than a century -I’ve doubted that I would ever be able to pluck that world from my head at all. Because everyone says they’ll write a book one day, don’t they? Well. A lot of them, anyway, except then they never actually do.
Just look at Google’s opinion on the matter of:
Out of every 1,000 people that set out to write a book, only 30 actually finish. And if you then add on top of that the fact that only 20% of people who write a book actually publish it, this means only 6 people get published. [source]
Don’t quote me on that tho’ – it’s from 2012, and we’ve got self publishing really taking off now, which, hey- was mostly why I’ve finally decided that I’ve run out of excuses. Because once you’ve put almost four novels worth of content out there, have finished three books, there’s really no more room to argue “But, I can’t.”
Latchkey Hero, my Dying Light fan fiction, has made it into a solid third season, with two whole books finished. Season two and three are good as original already, giving me an opportunity to practice building a plot from the bottom up.
A Valiant Remedy ended at 200k words, and… doesn’t suck. Who’d have thought bringing A Shielding Thing together with Chris Redfield Resident Evil, would actually work?
So.
Buckle up.
We are getting started. And since I’m posting this there, I suppose I got to take responsibility for actually following through.
Part 1 of the first book has been outlined. Sort of.
Writing. Reading. Dreaming. 