It comes from all sorts of places this need to write. Maybe you finish reading a less than satisfying novel, and, as you throw it across the room, you mutter, “I can write better than that.” Maybe your kid sister finds the stash of angst-filled poems you wrote in high school, and she tells you how good they are. Okay, maybe not.

For me, it came with a silly little free magazine two girlfriends and I decided to write and distribute. Yep. We were drunk. Wings of Fantasy only published one issue. Warring Heart’s beloved hero, Kree Fawr, first appeared in this little rag. He was sixteen, and I was on my way to a writing career or so I thought. Turns out writing, like shrimpin’, is hard work.