After the event, I went straight home and slept. I wasn’t accustomed to having so many people hounding me for autographs.
It was vindicating nonetheless though.
This was my calling to write some stories. I wanted to craft more worlds with some conscious undertones.
I pondered if Edmunston and the Dragon Witch would ever be adapted.
Possibly a play?
That would be great. I wondered if my vision would translate into any of those art forms.
Maybe people would get it, but I still had my doubts.