Here I post about all things fantasy and give tips on writing a book based on my experience. My three main books form a trilogy called the Prophecy of the Kings, a Gold Award Winning book, and I've also written Drachar's Demons. Happy to chat so please feel free to comment on any of my blogs. Good reading - David
Wow. I feel guilty. The axe was in my hand and what could I do? The shed had to go! There's something strangely liberating about destruction. The moment I started tearing into the shed, ripping it apart with a crow bar and smashing rotten planks with an axe, I felt like a marauding Mongol in one of Genghis Khan's armies. I should do this more often. Only problem is - only 1 shed left. Strangely, I sense that tremor each time I walk past. That didn't save the last shed though!
The problem is - it now doesn't look very aesthetic. Gone is the geometric symmetry. It's a lot shorter than it used to be be and I suspect a bit wider. Gone also is the functionality. Nothing seems to fit inside it any more. Humph.