I don’t have a whole lot left in me as a potent cocktail of allergies and lack of sleep have certainly taken their toll. However, ten minutes are owed and as such are delivered. What is there to say? I am moving on from the handful of contract writing I’ve been doing and turning towards a novel I had shelved. It is not sci fi. It is a sort of fantasy that takes place in a world that has seen the creation of dirigibles 1000 years before they really were created. Or so I assume.
I am trying to create a world built on non-european cultures. Too much of fantasy is medieval, and I want this to resonate as something different and unique and driven by relationships that are far more unexpected. I intend to pursue castes and other such things. I fully intend to publish this on the amazon platform on my own–no agents for this work. I just want to rock it out and let it do its thing.
Yet another night of me sleepily slapping at keys in hopes of something to say. Covid season is upon me.