It feels good, having a renewed vigor in writing. It isn't much now, but at least I'm getting myself back into shape. Or, I don't know, was I "in shape" to begin with? Ah, well. I'm just glad I'm doing something productive with my time.
I owe this reincarnation to my most recent vice, Rohan Online. Sans the bugs and the rowdy community, the mythology is kind of cool, albeit (such an ugly word) suffering from a few loose details. Nevertheless, it tickled nerves enough in my brain to hotwire a revolution.
I started with one piece, and, without initially intending it to be, it is currently growing into something more. Enough, even, for me to draw out an outline (collective gasp). Yes, I have never been so formal with any work of fiction before, but the ideas just kept on gushing out that I felt I had to dam them in somehow else I might end up with something like this again.
Still. The prospect scares me. I feel I have bitten off far more than I can chew... but that has always been my problem. How do I know it's too much if I don't venture forth beyond the proverbial fog of war? I can do this. It's about time I do this.
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PS: Too, I owe this hotwiring to someone I fancy calling my sister, Amaryllis. She gave me that little nudge which got me into role-playing my character in the Rohan Boards. Eventually I'd gotten to know other creative spirits, and even gods and goddesses. A deep court bow to the Mad God of Blue Flames, Flox, and his twin sister of white magic, Marea. This scribe hopes his words provide enough amusement to merit his continued existence.
