It is with great satisfaction to state that I completed my seventh novel 'A Goblin Tale 3: An Upheaval in Tartarus' roughly six days ago. Truth be told, I really thought that with the end of that particular project my adventures in literary undertakings were basically finished. I mean, that story would have been a perfect way to end a would-be storybook career writing horror/fantasy storybooks. It was a perfect writing experience from beginning to end, which is more than I can say of my some of previous works, no matter how much I've enjoyed them.
Yet, as with the completion of any of my works, here again comes the demon. The images, the scenery, the evil inclinations far too vile to ignore. And again I find myself about to partake in yet another ambitious project. One that has the potential to be longer than any of my previous projects. There is truth to the saying 'Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans'. It is a truth that I, myself, seem to be embroiled in no matter how much I try to deny it.
