Hello again! Or, if you're new to whatever version of The Unsheathed Quill that I am now on, hello for the first time!
May moons ago, when the Earth was young and dinosaurs roamed the lands, I started The Unsheathed Quill in a vain attempt to turn writing into something I could do to earn money. This was in the before times, where the written word hadn't been turned into a high-pressure bullshit stream that has ruined countless educations and professions.
Yet the desire to write has persisted. The need to make words appear out of thin air with nothing but my fingers and my vivid imagination has infected me. Believe me, these claws have dug deep. So, I have written. Quietly, out of the way, like the quiet accretions of a cave mouth. One drip, one word at a time, until some lucky spelunker happens upon all the majesty that time and steady effort has wrought.
You, my friends, are that spelunker. You are the lucky, privileged souls who get to see what ten years of nigh-constant toil and struggle can create. It won't warp the world. Hell, it probably won't even manage to break through the sea of slop. But if you like stories about swords and sex and all things magical, then you're going to find that these caves truly are a wonderful sight.
So, from me to all of you, thank you yet again for the gift of your attention. Here's to hoping that, unlike all the other attempts, this time I can find a place to truly share all the things that lurk within the dark depths of this old mind of mine.
Gratefully,
The Unsheathed Quill