Fresh from its nest, a juvenile magpie danced on my front footpath under its mother's watchful eye as she sat on my fence. A cup of green tea beside me, my pen danced across my notebook in which I have kept my ideas since brainstorming Demon Blade.
I remembered other books I had written or had planned to write. There were about seven in total I had written in high school. One is a series of five I actually finished. I'm toying with the idea of rewriting it and refreshing it for modern times....