The City of Az’Kabek
It sounds like exaggeration, does it not? I was there, and it is still difficult to credit.
It sounds like exaggeration, does it not? I was there, and it is still difficult to credit.
Sir Pratchette wrote 400 words a day to create Discworld. Imagine what you can do with yours.
This week, let's make ourselves a pact. I'll stop comparing myself to other writers - and so will you.
Do you know this game? If you’re a writer, you do: It’s where you write a draft, but it’s not right, so you put it aside and try again. And again. If this describes you, congratulations! You’re a writer. And there's hope for your draft.
She guided me – taught me, which by design should not have been possible – to never kill children, to avoid the unwisdom of well-armed cities. She taught me, friend, to stop before my prey would die.
I had discovered a state of existence other than hunger, and I wanted more. Tranquility spins a siren-song of its own.
Tiny yearning tugged at me. What would I find, if I could find my way there?