Being that I’m an author, I suppose I should add a post or two about writing. This past weekend (being that my weekend consists of only one day) was awesome. I got home from school on Saturday around 6pm, after running two very fun workshops at CWC. This week we discussed poetry, which isn’t exactly my strong point. In all honesty, the only poems I can recite from heart would probably get me fired.
But there it was Saturday evening and I wondered what I should do. I had the option of meeting some friends for a movie, but instead I opted out and headed for my local 24-hour cafe and wrote. I’ve been writing the third instalment to my Rancour books, only because that seems to be what’s coming out of me. Truthfully, I’d much prefer to be writing about Galen in ancient Sparta but, well, Kane Prophet has a story to be told and he’s insisting it be told first.
My students asked me once what inspires me. I told them a story of how I was walking through Metrotown (a.k.a. the Third level in Dante’s Hell), where I came upon a store called Millennium. Inside, there was a wall of swords and I found one with this amazing brown wooden sheath and great hilt.(How’s that for masterful description?) When I picked it up I said to myself, “This is Kane’s sword. This is what he uses to go after the vampires.” So I bought it.
This sword has been my inspiration now for several weeks, and this story has just been flowing through me. (I’m having a hard time not making a Hiro reference, but I imagine most of you are tired of reading about my superhero obsession.) Sometimes I pick up the sword, and I imagine how Kane would feel having to fight evil with it.
And then I go back to my regular life.