Don’t get me wrong. I swallowed The Lord of the Rings and Dragonriders of Pern back in college.
But I’ve figured out why I can’t write it: because when I sit through the battle preparations in Isengaard for the battle of Helms Deep, I'm wondering how many of those poor orcs will die in battle, and aren’t there a bunch of orc-mothers somewhere out there who are losing the sons they carefully nurtured from infancy, only to have them ripped away and turned into terrorists when they are old enough to hold a sword?
I don't think I'm meant to write fantasy.
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Drabbles 100 Words
Non-FictionSince drabbles are a popular form, I'm making a place to store mine. I'm changing this to op ed pieces in 100 words. Occasionally (like the first part), some fiction will leak in. But I'll quarantine it with quotes and some non-fiction words around...
