Hooray! I’m finding my writing groove again. I’ve mostly been hacking away at my fantasy novel but it refuses to form into something coherent. At least the word count is going up. That has to count for something, right?

I’ve also been wrangling this short story that pokes fun at my beloved fantasy genre. It’s titled Prudent Paul’s Prophecy Emporium. Here’s a small taste:

“The second reason Chosen Ones are ignorant is much simpler: the Nameless One feeds on knowledge and experience. Ignorance is anathema to him. Attack him with an experienced warrior from his own realm and it will only make him stronger. Send some confused farm boy or, in your case, someone from an entirely different world to do battle with him and he can easily be defeated.”

“Have you considered throwing a small child at him?” I asked, just to see if he was even listening to me. “Or maybe an infant?”

Paul fell silent and stared at me, horrified.

“Well, as I said, I’ve got to be going. Good luck with the nameless dark, or whatever it is.” I moved toward the door.

“Wait! Where are you going?”

“I’m leaving. This is all fascinating but I’ve got to get back to real life.” I kept moving toward the door.

Paul rushed to get between me and the exit. “My boy, it doesn’t get any more real than this.”

I tried to side step him but he moved with me. This was starting to get a little too creepy for comfort.

“Excuse me, I’d like to leave now,” I said.

“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that,” Paul said.

“What do you mean you can’t,” the world filled with a sudden darkness.

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