Hey, gang! I am Wade Alan Steele.

Fifteen years ago, I sat on the N train and wondered how people were okay with wasting so much time on the subway. The next day, I bought a Mead Composition book and an erasable Bic pen and set to writing. The woman I was dating at the time had these stunning, brown eyes; eyes certainly worthy of a poem.

It was her autumn eyes that began my fall.

Cool. I went with that. As I wrote the poem, it started to sound like a character. Okay, a story then. I’ve been a Dungeons and Dragon’s player for time and memorial, so I decided that character was an elf. I had just watched Empire Strikes Back, love Han Solo, so he was also a scoundrel. Where’s the best setting for a story about an elven scoundrel.

A brothel.

Cool. I went with that. Two months later, I had a filled notebook. How to celebrate? I bought a new notebook and a pack of Looney Tunes “Good Job!” stickers. I slapped a Pepe Le Pew sticker on the front of the completed book, and set to filling the empty space. Another notebook, another sticker. When I was done, 6 notebooks filled—the novel Plague Fall had been born.

I put it in a closet and there it sat for two or three years.

I bought a Brother Word Processor and transcribed the whole thing onto disks.

I put those in a closet and there they sat for two or three years.

I fished out the disks and read them; I was horrified. I set to rewriting. Two notebooks became “novel sized”. My first novel became a trilogy. Crap.

Seven drafts later, it is now available on Kindle and in paperback. Damn proud of my persistence and love for the story, and I am so excited to get to the third draft of the second book.

I hope you give Plague Seed a gander; had fun writing it, hope you have a fun time reading it.