About twenty years ago, I started writing a fantasy novel with a friend. It was based on a D&D campaign I was dungeon mastering. My friend used the ideas, characters and my plot outline, to write and I then rewrote his initial words, until eventually we had a 1st draft of Book 1, at near 1000 pages.
My co-author grew less interested but I've never given up. I've also never finished the project. Over the last decade I started re-imagining it, and rewriting, and rewriting, and rewriting; starting at the beginning over and over again. I'm further from the end of Book 1, then I was a decade ago.
The novel is now far removed from anything recognisable as D&D, and is very much my vision; and my torture.
By age 40 I vowed to have Draft 1 ready for publication. That vow passed uncompleted in January 2011.
I want this story out of me. I want this dream realised.
But my motivation is fickle, and family and work life all encompassing.
As has been said, 'writing is 10% inspiration, 90% perspiration'.
I noticed while blogging how comments you all gave me, and seeing a few followers appear, inspired me to write more.
I started to wonder if this might be what I need for my novel. Writing to my own strength of will, has brought me nowhere. Perhaps I need to try a different tack.
So I've joined scribd. And uploaded the prologue of my novel.
I have nine chapters written, around 200 pages. My intention is to release one chapter / month, like a serial, and hopefully, here's really hoping, I will find the perspiration to just keep writing.
So click and read Mandorla: Gods and Elves - Prologue - The Death of Stem Faar
And feel free to comment, correct and criticise - either via this blog or a new email address I have started
It is thus with great fear and trepidation, I attempt once again to see this dream realised.