My Lost Archives: Dirge For A Blue Dawn

All fantasy settings in the Twin Spirals Universe started from a piece of Neverwinter Nights fanfiction. Specifically, it was fanfiction for a certain kobold bard who first appeared in Shadows of Undrentide and went on to play a prominent role in Hordes of the Underdark. That is, if you chose to recruit him. You could also not […]

Insidious Patterns: With Poison and Spite

As I’ve developed my writing skills further over the years, I’ve started noticing more and more patterns. Some of these are deeply hidden things and I’ll get to them in due time. Today I’m going to go full male author and belatedly catch up with decades of feminist discourse. I mean, I’m pretty sure that’s […]

I Hate the Phrase “Traditional Fantasy”

Exhibit One: Just… just look at it. I’m sorry, that was unduly harsh for those of you who came here looking for my honest opinion. So, look, this is going to get a little heated. I make no apologies for that heat, but I need to express a key distinction: I hate the phrase traditional fantasy. […]

The Ruinous Myth of Inspiration

Got your attention with that title? Excellent, because I’m serious. Inspiration is a myth. Not the exhilarating surge an artist feels on seeing a bird burst through a bank of mist in the early morning, ribbons of water-vapor giving it a heartbeat’s sun-speckled veil, nor the solemn determination of a writer staring out at the […]

Of Purple Prose and Psychological Extremes

Let’s fan away the cloying concerns first: I value wariness of purple prose. Within the last half year I acquired and then (after consuming The Wheel of Time) read a high-fantasy novel from Grand Rapids ComicCon. I experienced much what you’d expect from a book bought on a whim at a ComicCon. Among many other issues: purple […]

The Wheel of Archetypes: The Nimble and the Brutish

I’ve been out of commission for a few days due to career concerns, but now I’ve returned with this article about my two favorite (sorry, most despised) combative character archetypes. One is smooth-talking, light on his feet, deft as a stooping hawk and fragile as a stained-glass window. Doesn’t matter, he never gets hit! Sometimes […]