The Novelist
The sun set in the Land Beyond, and as the desert dust hung thickly, the sky became a fiery red. That was going to be the first line of my first published novel, written at 16. I was an aspiring writer back then, and all I wanted to do was write novels, nothing but novels. I was going to have a string of them, one right after the other, sequels to sequels and prequels galore, part ones and twos, then…