Last week, I locked myself in my house, was completely anti-social, and wrote. Then I wrote some more. I spent the week creating a new world. All of the worlds that I have built/wrote up until this point have grown organically, over the course of weeks or even months. A small detail here and there, jotted down in the notes section of my phone. This one I attempted to crunch out in a couple of days to move my writing schedule along.
And man, it made my brain hurt!
The world’s history, inhabitants, science, creatures, legends & mythology, landscape & geography, and even weather patterns.
How does magic work in this realm? I better figure that out.
Why is it so cold? There has to be a reason.
Why does that deer have giant oak trees for antlers?
Yeah…try explaining that.
All of that being said, I love world building so much. It was a fulfilling and satisfying week of writing. The opportunity to allow my imagination to run wild and just accept whatever cockadoo thing it creates as fact, is a fantastic game.
A game I hope to keep playing for years to come.
Just a teaser…some inspiration I used for my world…