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I first began writing fiction in 1999 and after more than ten years of this wonderful craft I could not imagine being without it. When I first started out back in my college days I had many ambitions – to create a fictitious world, write dozens of novels, get published and make a name for myself. I haven’t achieved all of those objectives yet but in the last two years I’ve nearly completed the most wanted list, after beginning to wonder if I ever would.
At the start I built my world of Elenchera through many maps (500+ if you must know!) and a timeline of historical events. Between working on the history I managed to complete four novels, Endeavour (2000-4), The Anglo-Asininity Chronicle (2004), Amarstrea (2004) and The Voice of Elenchera (2006), and each one gave me the same sense of pride in taking an idea and building it into a novel. I think anyone that writes a book deserves a round of applause because of the time commitment and sheer dedication that is required in expressing your ideas and structuring them into a narrative. Although I was delighted to have written four novels I soon realised they weren’t worthy of agents and publishers though I did try sending the first three off before I came to that conclusion! It was soon clear I needed more time to develop myself as a writer and I knew deep down that Elenchera needed more work as well.
I immersed myself in the world history of Elenchera for the next couple of years and it wasn’t until I met my future wife, Donna, through work that I found the courage to try writing a new novel. I told Donna of the many ideas I had but it was Fezariu’s Epiphany that stood out against the rest. When we were still friends, Donna had (almost!) nothing but praise for my writing and she remains my no.1 fan, my biggest critic but also the person I always turn to for encouragement. By September 2009 I had completed the first draft of Fezariu’s Epiphany and it was clear that my writing had improved significantly from the first four novels I had written. It took five more drafts before Fezariu’s Epiphany was ready but Donna and I knew after those final edits that it was time to share a novel from Elenchera with the rest of the world.
Prior to meeting Donna and writing Fezariu’s Epiphany, I had had many a night where I looked at my writing and wondered if I had what it takes. While I would never profess to be a great writer, rubbing shoulders with literary legends, I do believe I have found my voice and can now convey my ideas better than I could have five years ago. As happy as I am with the book, I don’t think Fezariu’s Epiphany will be my magnum opus as I fully intend to keep improving as a writer and there are many more great stories from Elenchera I wish to share with you, but I’m pleased to say that even on the darkest days in my journey as a writer I’ve always fought my way through. Donna has instilled me with great belief in what I do and I’ll forever be indebted to her for the support she gives me every day. As a critic she can reduce me to tears but my writing has certainly not suffered for it!
Thank you, David for guesting today and sharing about your writing journey.
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A sudden lull in the snowfall allowed the overhanging moon to bask the valley in its nocturnal splendour. Fezariu’s gaze fell upon the crystalline glitter on the surface of the snow and he felt a slight ironic smile come to his numb lips as he absorbed this intricate beauty in the midst of countless fading lives. In his arms, Tessera awoke and now seemed oblivious to the mortal wound she had suffered in the battle the mercenaries had so decisively lost.
‘Do you remember when we first trained with General Bayard, Fezariu?’ Tessera asked, briefly closing her eyes, causing tears to run down her face, their trace briefly alleviating the bitter and enveloping cold.
‘My erstwhile teacher with selective hearing,’ Fezariu replied with a wry smile. ‘How could I forget?’
When Tessera failed to respond, Fezariu began to feel her edging closer to delirium. Her questions became frequent though she awaited no response or acknowledgement of any kind from Fezariu.
‘Do you remember sitting on the wall overlooking Redemption with Vintaro and smoking Mizuansi?’ Tessera asked, between painful coughs. ‘I can still see the luminous stars through the myriad of colours rising from the bowls of our pipes. The seemingly endless conflict throughout the streets was over and with it the rebellion. The city stood subdued and silent save for the foundations of the tallest buildings that still trembled in the aftermath of the devastation. Do you remember the torches that lit up the harbour at Strathmore? Our journey to Clarendon changed everything. We should never have gone there. It was never the same after that. Do you remember, Fezariu?’