Like most aspiring authors (I would say “writer” but I do write, so I’m not an aspiring writer . . . I’m an aspiring author), I have my doubts. These doubts are magnified when the material I write is somewhat outside my comfort zone.
I prefer to write science fiction, or even plain-ole fiction, but I’m dabbling into fantasy. And, since I don’t read much fantasy, I don’t know if the path I’m traveling is well worn, seldom traveled, or if I’m wandering into uncharted territory.
There are other worries . . . I’m fairly skeptical of the supernatural. By “fairly skeptical” I mean I think it’s all bunk. By “supernatural” I mean all the stuff humans would like to believe to be true, specifically that there’s more to the world than what six-billion-plus of us experience every day. More important, I mean what people believe in that not one of them six-billion-plus can show any evidence for beyond personal conviction.
Take all that, combine it into a filter, and when I look through the filter at my story, I don’t know if it’s interesting and thought-provoking, or just plain silly and possibly stupid.
But, you know what? There’s no Oz, either, and look at all the love that story gets. Well, probably more the movie, but still . . .
So, I won’t worry about it. Given the law of large numbers, there are bound to be at least a few who find the characters and plot of my story, this story, of interest.
To you, the ones who willingly ride this path with me, I raise a glass, and make a toast. I would like to make a sourdough bread toast, but we’re out, so I’m making a 12-grain toast . . . with honey. Yum.
But enough of this trite and self-serving whining . . . on with my story.
As usual, you can go to Legends Undying, and read it there, or you can wait a few minutes while I prep the next blog entry, and read it here at Disperser Tracks. It is presented exactly as it was posted at Legends Undying.
Please, if you are considering bestowing me some recognition beyond commenting below, refrain from doing so. I will decline nominations whereby one blogger bestows an award onto another blogger, or group of bloggers. I appreciate the intent behind it, but I would much prefer a comment thanking me for turning you away from a life of crime, religion, or making you a better person in some other way. That would actually mean something to me.
Should you still nominate me, I will strongly suspect you pulled my name at random, and that you are not, in fact, a reader of my blog. If you wish to know more, please read below.
Note: to those who may click on “like”, or rate the post; if you do not personally hear from me, know that I am sincerely appreciative, and I thank you for noticing what I do.
. . . my FP ward . . . chieken shit.