Where it all began…

The dashing, quick-witted, handsome, poetic, egocentric husband.

The beautiful, intelligent, seductive, alluring, altruistic wife.

Hi, Droo here to tell you all about, well me.

If you went through the effort of clicking the link above I would imagine you’re curious about me and what exactly must be wrong with me to come up with some of the disturbingly weird and wonderful writings I produce. So allow me to begin.

Due to the horrific destruction that led to the end of one of the greatest creations on earth we soon realised how no matter how big and powerful you are, there is always a bigger fish, or in this case, a meteor that can wipe you out…Too far back? Ok, my wife has informed me that was probably too far so let me try again.

I started life like we all do as a tiny sperm, swimming along happily minding my own business when BAM, I’m hurled into a race of life and death against my brethren as we dodge the rat race towards the ultimate prize…Still too far back? Well this is going to be boring but fine, if that’s what people want… Seems weird to want to know about some boring idiots life.

I started writing for the first time at the age of 29 and like of most us during a global pandemic I decided to try to pick up a new skill with no intention of actually sticking with it, yet, here we are! I was reading a popular novel at work, not sure if copyright applies here so to be safe lets call it ‘5 days from Frederica’s’. Once I’d finished reading it i was left stumped with what to read next, my wife suggested some other books to keep me occupied but considering most of what she reads are insanely long or so complicated that I’m left with a dumbfounded look on my face and a splitting headache for my troubles, I passed.

While scrolling the endless garbage that we’re all addicted to on social media I realised how much of my time was wasted doing literally nothing. I then joked about writing something like ’50 umbrella’s of silver’ with my wife and people at work, nothing serious, just erotica fantasy for my own amusement involving people I knew. Long story short after writing for days on my phone’s notepad, I swapped out to writing on my tablet, took it to work, took it to bed, the story becoming hot and heavy as the fantasy progressed. Then things did a 180, i got so into the story that the erotica fell behind, I showed my wife and she agreed so bye bye erotica, hello fantasy short story. Please note I said SHORT story.

The story was painfully edited to a more PG rating (sad times), which also caused me to realise my short story had become 50 A4 pages, so yeah, not so short anymore. This number increased further when my wife reviewed it and told me I needed to make some minor edits to the beginning to make it flow better. Note I said minor.

*For the record, the edit in question was for the point between Clara meeting Willow which was originally barely 3 pages.*

So me being me, the ‘minor’ edit then became 50 pages. It changed the entire story, new characters were created (including Danielle, Fion, all the den keepers, etc) a new plot introduced and best of all, it gave me the inspiration to continue writing and want to make it into a full series. So huge thanks to my wife for her support and putting up with my continuous tip tapping on her computer.

The horror aspect of my writing came not long after, I’d made a start on the second part of the series then hit that wall of death where my mind ran blank and I couldn’t find the enthusiasm to continue. Once again my wife comes to the rescue and suggests I reattempt my short story idea but with something that I wouldn’t need to focus so much on plot or character development as the characters will likely be dead in 2 pages, giving me a lot more freedom to go nuts. Honestly, horror stories are so much fun to write, and are great if you want to vent your frustrations. Picture that annoying co-worker that’s always getting all the credit for doing nothing at all, now picture them hanging over a huge vat, then that vat starts filling with ice cream, sounds great right? WRONG! That coworker has a nut allergy and that vat is filling with pistachio ice cream. Feel better? No? Well I always do.

And that’s about all folks, I’m just a regular guy who found enjoyment in doing something completely different. I’m no English major, I didn’t go to university, and I was certainly not a top end student. Does it matter? Not at all, all you need is a pen and paper (or your wife’s computer), an idea, and lots of google searches for ‘what’s another word for…’

If you managed to get all the way to the end of this essay you have my thanks and if you have any questions, ideas or advice please don’t be afraid to send them my way. I look forward to hearing from you and again thank you for supporting me in my quest to be the very best that no one ever was.