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the first 10,000

Spring at Castle Rohbir in Norhiem
 (I actually don't know where this is, but I like it)

The first 10,000 words of the next book are in. Anything but settled, they roll along in a wordy string of explanation, question, and amplification. In other words, the story continues. 10,000 words is not much in terms of a novel, and in a series, it's just a blip; but it's a nice goal to share. I gotta admit, waiting for reviews to roll in is trying and unnerving. So far, I'm the king of Four Star reviews. (could be worse)  Still not sure if my book(s) have what it takes to be likable, readable, or something worthy of song. (such as Led Zeppelins'  Misty Mountain Hop)  Well, I can dream. 

Truth is, I like my story, like what I'm writing, and how it is written. (grammar aside)  It is a style I want to improve upon, but I do enjoy it. Does that make me sound weird or conceited?  I know my novels aren't for everyone, and I feel a little embarrassed when a friend or family member picks it up to read...and it's like  'what the heck is this...'.  Fantasy isn't for everyone. But I do believe there is an audience out there -- just a matter of finding it.

 I find today's trends don't help. People today are into the immediate response, quickie gratification, cram in on my Kindle and get on to the next book. It's hard to believe folk read at all anymore. The modern trends are for the urban-fantasy written in comic-book fashion. This is all fine and fun, but not what I want to do. I think someone out there still reads the classics and craves for the substance of a deeper prose. Writing is the art, even just 10,000 words in.

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