Hello, my name isn't Jack, nor anywhere close to being Jack, but that's what most people call me now... and you should never tell anyone your real name, right?
I've been doing "fantasy" in my head for as long as I can remember, but only started butting finger-to-keyboard when I was maybe 12. My first effort, was, I admit, such utter garbage that the first time I read it thorugh I also deleted it. My second attempt, which actually had a title (*Pauses for gasp*) Was called Runeweaver, and the concept wasn't bad. But, unfortunatley, the Reading It Back To Myself fairy deleted it into submission. I wrote a couple of starting chapters after that, well, I say couple, but I mean probably quite alot, with titles such as Chronomancer, a book about an introvert who ws born 3000 years after he died.
In the last 9 months or so, I've gotten more serious (9/10 years after writing that dreadful thing I called a story when I was 12...) and currently have 4 major projects in the works, including NaNoWriMo, which I intend to flesh out just a tad when I'm done. I tend to think in fantasy, as I mentioned earlier, but what I seam to write most is a kind of parallel reality urban sci-fantasy. I don't quite know why.
My titles this year are:
Jack Avalon and the New Suit
Lost Tommorow
Blades Twilight
and for NaNoWriMo,
A Break in the Mists.
I seem to have a problem making my characters into Supermen, far to tough to make a decent story, but I'm working on that by letting them get beat up in my head before I write.
Although my writing has deffinatley come on since I was 12 (I sould hope so too!), and I'm actually at the point where I can read my own work, and not immediatley delete it, I still tend to just set off writing with little or no idea where I'm going, letting my fingers do the thinking, which is why somtimes I really have to think, "Why did he just DO that??" when looking at my characters.
And again, although I've improved, I still believe my best description of a story ever came early on, in a story called "To What The Hell, And Back." when I was maybe 14. This was that description.
James DeNicé has gone to hell and he dressed for the heat. But Hell has frozen over and things are starting to slip down there. Only James and his unique brand of running away and hiding can possibly return hell to its former glory...But does he really want to?
I just love it
Anyway, thats me, I'd really like to be an auther, but I get distracted easily (Less so these days, gladly!) and I still consider mys work a little... well, "crap", to be published quite yet, but if you ever spot an auther on the shelves called Nathan Paige, I hope that'll be me
Jack out.