I know I have said it many times, but here goes again. I truly enjoy being an author. My main stay is developing characters; the more outrageous the better. New worlds come into play, and being that I write science fiction, the sky is the limit.
Many novels that I pen begin with every day, mundane, objects or settings. You wouldn’t believe the story one can concoct making a mud puddle center stage.
Creatures can range from avians, with organic jet propulsion, to eighty-foot-tall, twelve-legged arachnids. These critters reside in an acidic fluid that would dissolve any matter, organic or otherwise, upon contact. Beings occasionally appear as an upright shadow, with nothing to cast the silhouette. These anomalies, at first glance, appear harmless, until a hand as black as night enacts its destruction.
The only limits to writing are the ones you place on yourself.
Have a fantastic week and remember Jesus, the Savior, for which we are thankful!