In the year of 202o, out of work for 6 weeks due to the COVID-19 pandemic, I would take long walks around town listening to music and dreaming up stories for the little characters in my head. Almost daily for over a month I would take a hike along the block of brick apartment buildings and well-loved two-story houses, past the business district full of local lawyers in renovated mansions, over a bridge that led to the bus station, and sometimes on a trail along the river guided by the tall trees and gravel paths. It was rife with inspiration and in this time the story of two little medieval gay boys was born. Currently, I am working on publishing that story as my first novel. My tumblr blog chronicles that journey in excessive detail. Meanwhile, I’ll make sure to posts little snippets of that journey here for anyone who’s interested.
E. G. Scribe 