So I hate my brain. In the dark, cold recesses of the night. When I should be doing something important like sleeping, my brain is at work.
Some people think about work, or the money troubles that we all seem to be in. But for me, I am thinking about a story idea. Not an old story idea, but it is usually a new story idea.
This time, I thought of a new story centered around the idea of writing a story in the early bronze age.
That was the catalyst of the story. I have talked more about that concept in previous blog posts.
So, then I created a character. Arn. He is a 16 year old son of a tribal Chief. His tribe has been enslaved and killed at the beginning of the story. He is the last of his people and now he must find some way to move forward when all he feels is despair and anger.
The world is a land of mythical beasts, God’s demon’s and demi-gods. They all walk on the earth and meddle in the affairs of the puny mortal humans.
I have created a mythos of the gods. I have created a break down on the land and the different peoples. Magic has been created. I have written the first chapter.
The worst part is that I am excited to write this story. My mind is plotting out the story even now as I type this. I want to write it and get in onto paper.
But I have so many different projects to do.
Why brain? Why!
A short one today.
Until next time.