The past week I’d been battling a strange case of insomnia, and spent most of my time working, trying to sleep, or sneaking in a few hours of sleep. Doesn’t leave much time or energy left for writing or plotting. Which is a shame, because I’ve got my work cut out for me.
Ascended started out as a fantasy story revolving around a few figures of local importance. You had the Duke, you had his fiancee, and you had the wealthy owner of a prominent factory. But the story didn’t feel right. I eventually decided it was best told through the eyes of characters who weren’t born into privilege. A factory worker, perhaps? Or a city watchman?
This will require rewrites and a complete overhaul of the plot. The few chapters I’ve written for Ascended already? Scrapped. But as I’d mentioned before, nothing written is ever wasted, even if it never goes to print.