This is still one of the strangest and most important things that has ever happened to me. In a dream that I had a woman very clearly whispered, "It was only Irita who bothered to cry" into my ear. The next day, I wrote it down. A few weeks later, I wrote the poem. I then converted the poem into a short song. I then incorporated it briefly into my second novel, "Arisen from Bygones". As of late, I have been delving ever deeper into the meaning behind the whisper.
These are a few very brief excerpts plucked from the new fantasy series I have been working on lately. The series will be many books long and I anticipate it to take years to write, but it is coming along nicely.
This is a poem that I wrote a few days ago, reflecting upon having finally finished my novel trilogy after three years. It tells the story of how it began and speaks to somebody who heavily influenced my creation of the series and its characters, someone who I refer to as 'Hanna' anytime I write about her.
This post is a big longer and different than my usual posts. It is the full story of my creation process for my Troika Trilogy and how it came to be, which I have finally completed after 3 years of constant hard work.