I wrote my novel during National Novel Writing Month in 2022. Then, I spent the next two-plus years futzing around with the manuscript until I got it as polished as I thought I could get it. At the beginning of May, I reached out to an editor who came highly recommended by a family member. … Continue reading Moving Forward
Thursday rolls around once more and my favorite role-playing group once more gathers for their weekly session. Bert arrives first, as usual, followed by the rest of the gang. “So, who’s got a story?” asks Bert. Julie opens her notebook to a page filled with writing. “I do,” she says. *** Skrie crouched on the … Continue reading Skrie: Gathering Information
“And that’s how Gryffin came to be proprietor of Gryffin’s Garrett?” “Yep. He traveled with the Nemesis until he was hit in the knee with an arrow. They were near the western foothills of the Dragon’s Tail Range when they were ambushed by bandits.” “‘An arrow to the knee,’ how original.” Bert grins. “Meegan told … Continue reading Meegan: Mud Season
“So, wha’cha ye thinkin’?” asked Gryff. “I like what I see so far,” replied Aeryn. “What think you, Naathyn?” “I agree with Aeryn,” the elf said, looking around the spacious apartment. “Extra room would certainly come in handy should we acquire additional talent. I think each of the side rooms could easily sleep six if … Continue reading Adaran: Gryffin’s Garrett, Part 2
The Stained Stein buzzed with the usual gossip. The clientele, mostly those folk that lived above the nearby shops, knew each other, and strangers elicited silent stares. Most denizens of the neighborhood didn’t take kindly to unknown (to them) threats. Teppo, the proprietor of the Stained Stein, surveyed his domain. While it was home, and … Continue reading Adaran: Gryffin’s Garrett
Bert pulls out another hand-drawn map, this time of a town. “Tiernen was built at the crossroads of two trade roads.” He points at a mark at the western end of the east-west trade road. It sits along the path leading north to Port Ramall and south to Noxport. “It started as a small human … Continue reading Adaran: Tiernen
Stevie supplies the group with drinks while they tell their tales. I listen closely as Bert describes the area. “The Western Wood is the northwestern section of a vast forest extending from the ocean on the west coast all the way to the Dragon’s Tail Range in the east. It stretches east to the Western … Continue reading Adaran: The Western Wood
“Dave left me a rough character sketch for his fighter, Beiron,” says Bert. “This should be good,” says Yvonne. “His character sketch was basic. It said: ‘Soldiers in their shiny armor fascinated young Beiron Shaelar when they marched through the city. He longed to carry a greatsword across his back as he swaggered through Brookhaven. … Continue reading Beiron Shaelar: Soldier For Hire
Thursday rolls around again and the usual group gathers in the back booth of The Jaunty Mug. My avatar, Stevie, acknowledges them as they enter. He prepares their drinks as they settle in for an evening of storytelling. I can’t wait to see how their world unfolds. “I owe you an apology, Chuck,” says Bert … Continue reading Naathyn Greenleaf: Scion of Rithraunen
(C) 2020, JJ Shaun “Meegan finally told me a story,” says Sandra. “Oh good, I thought we were going to have to wait until next week.” “Not quite. It’s not a cheery scene, but it’s a start.” ### Meegan woke to a heated conversation outside the den where she and Mother slept. One voice she … Continue reading Meegan Redoak: Outcast
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