I felt so incredibly confined. Literature needed something new. Something huge.
They told me it couldn’t be done. “It will drive you insane!” They said. Yelling and begging and trying so damn hard to convince me. Friends and family concerned for my health, sure, but they seem to have forgotten it takes great ambition to break barriers.
Immediately my fans ignited a forest fire of hype. The consensus seemed to be: Either my next novel will be the greatest work known to man, or it will be the biggest disappointment since Phantom Menace. Yeah I know that’s a movie, fuck you, you know what I mean.
I can’t let it get to me though. I can’t stray or else they’ll all say “I told you so”.
1024 Characters. Each with their own rich background and story.
1024 Characters and the most intricate story told to man.
1024 Characters, so that writers never feel confined again.