Ok, after missing last night I think I have figured out a way to keep updating during my coming fifty hour work week. I am going to write a paragraph below, just whatever pops into my head. Tomorrow I will revise it and the next day and the next until my day off on Wednesday.
Here goes;
“The orc customer droned on. Vlad was pretty sure he would never get out of this conversation let alone this village. It seemed the issue was that the orc, who assured Vlad he was a big time adventurer with lots of contacts in the industry, had purchased one of Gunther’s bargain enchanted swords, the remnants of which now laid before Vlad on the long slab of oak which served as Gunther’s counter. In truth Vlad was barely listening. He had already decided that this orc was no big time adventurer because, A: he had purchased one of Gunther’s bargain enchanted swords and B: Vlad had never heard of him and Vlad had heard of everybody. Even if he had been Lothar Big-Hand himself it would not have mattered much to Vlad beyond effecting his hopes of getting an autograph. Its not like he could change the rules Gunther’s policy was “No refunds” and Gunther’s policy was enforced by Gunther’s Warhammer which required no bargain enchantment.”
I had started a story similar to this last year but never finished it. I’ve always liked the beginning of a journey when the story is still full of possibilities. Similarly I like when a story starts with a character stuck in a very boring place in their life, when the world is gray and overcast with no hope of change. I have a soft spot for characters who are timid and anxious at the start and grow in confidence as the story progresses and as the skies darken into a storm and they realize thats what they’ve been missing.
Electric Absalom 