Runda'Almare, and the story in the Coceter Chronicles have been a project of mine for nearly a decade. It is a fantasy world I had started to create as a means of escape, and is the product of my imagination.
An Imagination that was influenced heavily by one man. A man whose idea of a bedtime story was the Hobbit. A man who would let me stay up late on school nights playing Zelda while he meticulously drew out the dungeons on a sheet of paper next to me. A man who would regularly drive me 40 miles to the nearest hobby shop so I could have the latest Dungeons and Dragons manual. A man who didn't yell at me, or most importantly question why I had stolen the centerfolds from his Playboys.
For those of you who have been with me from the beginning two years ago this month, you've probably already read my mentioning somewhere in these post, that my father had dementia. Dementia is a cruel disease, and for those that get it young, it is even crueler. My father was 63 when he was diagnosed, and they suspect it set in much earlier.
He passed away yesterday evening, after five years of struggling to resist its effects.
I ask that you all be patient with me this month. There will be an update, though likely it will be smaller than I'd planned.
The above image, while not my usual smexy stuff, is available as a wallpaper, and is something I quickly tossed together this morning while not knowing what else to do with myself... Download here.
Naughty James
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