How We All Got Started

I wrote my first full-length novel–in fourth-grade terms–in 1992. It was Shonkula, the story of a thousand-year-old vampire who feeds on the minds of others. It was a story of pure adventurous glory, as a group of named (but relatively irrelevant) characters struggle (not so hard) to defeat him.

I think about the story now and think, I can’t take a vampire named “Shonkula” seriously, but I’m damned well gonna try. So it’s getting re-written. It may never be published, but it’ll at least be on here. Both versions. Pictures and all.

I’ve already re-written the prologue, and my little sister thinks it’s awesome. That’s support. Not the kind that makes you famous or marketable, but the kind that keeps you going.