We always have a way of
starting out some place or another. Sometimes it’s at school, other times it’s
just a café. But when I started to write, when I really threw myself into
writing, it was on Facebook, yes I did say Facebook.
As most know, there are
roleplayers on Facebook that take characters from a book or create a character
on their own. When I started out I had just finish reading Sherrilyn Kenyon's
book Winter Born. And the most intriguing character I enjoyed was Leonardo
Pontis, he was funny and loved. And having a twin brother no doubt sealed the
deal for me, once I set him up and meet some interesting people I started out
in a whirl wind of stories. But… not for Leonardo…
Since he was a book
base character there wasn’t much I could do for him, not much I can write that
is and I rarely wrote for him at that time. I had been going through so much that being on
him became so frustrating and at that time a use to be friend asked for help.
So being who I was I helped this friend out, but in the end nothing happened.
But a profile went up and the Norse Were-God, Fenrir, became someone that I
started to write for.
He was awesome, an
ancient wolf being held the life of a God that tied him down to a rock just to
protect himself. And in my eyes well that didn’t go over so well in my mind
when I read the Norse Legend of Fenrir. In the end Fenrir became something more
than just a Were-God that needed to kill Odin. In my mind a story started to
take into shape and it had a hold on me and no matter how badly I would have shaken
it off. I couldn’t, the story developed, the characters came into shape, the
attitudes, the jobs, the memories, and everything else that went with it.
Fenrir just didn’t
become some character I played on Facebook, he became a part of me and there
are days that I would looove to strangle the secretive wolf. But something
always stops me, a new idea for a storyline, a new plot that always came to
view. And he would come alive, he would swagger into view and his story would
launch forward without a second thought.
I guess that’s why I
started to write his story, his book, I wanted those to know that he isn’t just
some secret person that lies about who he is. His someone that wants those
around him to tear the walls down, to knock the mask off and see him for who he
is.
And that’s why I write so much for him, that’s
why I adore him. His Fenrir… you can never go wrong with a Were-God that wants
to just be himself
