Most of my friends and probably a lot of my family know me as an artist. I’ve posted a lot of pictures of things I’ve painted and sketched. But something about that title just doesn’t sit right with me. Why? Because I’m not just an artist. I’m a story teller. All of my pictures tell a story. Unfortunately it’s usually been a story without words.
Since I was old enough to hold a pencil I have written stories and illustrated them. Then, somewhere along the line, I lost the writing part. Well, I didn’t lose it, but I stopped sharing it. The stories have existed in my head. I’d role-play them out with games and dreams but rarely did the stories make it into words on a paper. Just pictures in a sketchbook. I knew the stories when I looked at them and sometimes I would tell the story to someone else. But never would I take the time to write them down.
Starting today I’m not just an artist anymore. Today I’m a writer and illustrator. Today I’m not just sharing my art, but the stories that go with them too. Today is the day!
Well, actually Monday is. I’ve got a fabulous story undergoing it’s final touches right now and I can’t hardly wait to share it with you! I hope you are as excited as I am to read my very first publishing- “From the Ashes”.
Here’s a snippet to wet your whistle:
From her first steps in this new country, she focused on one skill. Wielding the sword and shield. Most people who came to Drieebos picked up all sorts of new skills made available to them. Many different kinds of weapons and magics. Not Rill. She was one of a few purist melee fighters. Every moment she wasn’t fighting, knee-deep in the corpses of whatever enemy was threatening Drieebos, she spent training, getting stronger, building her endurance. This was her element and though Akerun was older, more powerful, and far more experienced, he could not beat her. Not this way.
For the first time, Rill stopped trying to hold in the fire. She let her rage out. Its heat boiled out of her stomach and raced through the rest of her body, filling her like the light of dawn on the world. Her attacks became faster and stronger with every step. People later told her that her eyes glowed in that moment and she became surrounded by a fiery aura. Some people said they thought they saw a bird flickering along her blade as she wielded it.
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