
The Epic Quest
The Epic Quest
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When, as a teenager, I was handed the first volume of Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings, I did not expect to finish all three novels in as many days.
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When, as a teenager, I was handed the first volume of Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings, I did not expect to finish all three novels in as many days.
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As a kid, my favorite fantasy authors, Tolkien and Lewis, made it difficult to relax. Because especially when you thought a crisis had been averted, it was actually replaced by something worse, much more dangerous, and utterly horrifying.
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When I began writing this first chapter (in my first novel), my goal was to create a world—and a girl—that my teenage daughter could relate to. A regular girl. A normal girl. Nothing special about her. Nothing glittering. No vampires. No zombies.
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At any given moment, if you’re in a group of 10 people, 2 of them are suffering from anxiety. Or have, in the past 12 months. I wonder if that number is low, because the world we live in is getting more divided, seemingly by the day.
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I had so much fun writing this scene because, in no small part, I was simply visualizing myself in a similar situation. Well, “similar” up to the point that Peter encounters his house guests.