I have been putting off starting this blog for months. There is something intimidating about documenting a creative journey before you know how it ends. What if the book never gets finished? What if it is terrible? What if no one cares about Aerthos or the Age of Reclamation?
But I have realized that the uncertainty is exactly why I should document this process. Win or lose, success or failure, this is the journey of creating something from nothing. That is worth recording.
The first line
Every story starts somewhere. For Echo of the Sunstone, it started with a single image that would not leave me alone: a thief crouched in shadows, watching an ancient artifact pulse with silver light, knowing that touching it would change everything.
Anya had stolen many things in her life, but she had never stolen a piece of the gods.
That is how it all began. One sentence that opened the door to an entire world.
I do not know where this journey will lead. I do not know if Echo of the Sunstone will find readers who connect with Anya's struggles, Bjorn's loyalty, or Elara's desperate hope. But I know the story deserves to be told.
The Age of Reclamation begins now.