Just thought I'd let you know that I have just written a new blog post about the development of the map for Battle Mage, my forthcoming fantasy book. You can find the post here...
Hope you like it and please feel free to leave any comments.
Sorry I've been away for so long but so much to do and so few bain cells to do it with!
I’ve posted a few of my maps and more humorous blogs here, but I thought I’d take a moment to talk about one of my favorite more serious characters. He’s an assassin, like my lead character Shade, but he is a ballsy and chillingly capable rival who is a true threat to Shade’s crown as world’s top assassin. I call him Raithe and he’s got quite the tongue on him. Let’s begin with a quote from the man’s very lips:
“Of course, I don’t have so widely esteemed reputation as you, Shade,
I've noticed lately that there are quite a few city maps popping up here at the Guild. I think that is great. mappers are bravely going off to map these labyrinths of streets and buildings and getting it right. I wonder what the base fear we all have of cities is? Does it have to do with filling ALL that empty space with buildings? Is it getting it to look like something other than a neat orderly grid? If you're anything like me orderly just doesn't feel right. I love a maze of twisted alleys along
Well here I am again. Another long absence and another challenge to get me back into the swing. I think I've figured out what happens to me during these "sabbaticals" I take. I tend to have several hundred ideas going round in my head (rather like a hamster that has had a Haste spell cast on it) and sometimes I try to go off and do them all or the biggest one and go directly from inspired to overwhelmed to burnt out all in the span of days. Identifying the problem is key to finding the
It had very nearly been the end of him this time. A journey far into the wilds to a land of magical machines and inventions to stagger the mind. He grew old now even if his mind refused to relent to the old enemy of passing days, his body was ready to wave the flag of surrender. His hair grew long as his did his beard. Gone was the freshness of youth, replaced by the cragginess and wisdom of age. He had never been quite so grateful to see the warm yellow light of the guild windows and the smell