Author has written 3 stories for Underland Chronicles.
Hello. My name is, well, since i have no legal one, and for your hopeful comfort and convenience i shall be called Arch1medes. Had to go with a mod spelling, sadly. Just to say, I am sixteen. I don't really know what else to put on this, so I will leave it for the time being, reader (if you exist).
Looking at all of the other author's pages that seem to never end (to be honest, i'm sure we've all thought that at one point or another), I decided to make mine a little bit longer, with something a little unconventional: telling the story of how my stories were conceived. Let's start with Gregor's Choice, my first story.
When I first thought of this story, I was originally going around and reading fan-fictions from all sorts of time periods; I believe 2007 was the earliest they went, after the fifth book came out. I read so many stories that were great, and they inspired me to write my own. Literally, in my math class when I got the idea, it felt like electricity went through me; and from then on until around finals time, I was writing a plot, and outlining character development, a few romantic (both the writing style and the lovey dovey stuff) topics, and so on. I tried to stick with the natural theme of the books, but I wanted to get into a plot that I loved. So, therefore, it took forever. And ever. And ever. But, at that time, my sister got really into the Percy Jackson books and Greek Mythology, so I talked to her about it. Constantly. Of course, Rick Riordan's mythology isn't always set to popular mainstream beliefs (not trying to be a hipster), because even in Ancient Greece, there wasn't a universally consented story. Anyways, one of the gods that came up, was rather minor. Janus, was his name. And for those of you who know what he is the god of, you know how the origins of this story spurred up.
After that inspiration, I wrote, and wrote, and wrote. The first fifty or so idea introductions were crap, so there was a mount everest of crumpled papers in my trash can. So I wrote another fifty. All crap. Just like one of my favorite writers, Steven Moffat, said. I'm not as good as him, so this went on for another seventy five or so, until i was happy.
Then, the rest is history. Right now, if I tell you any more, it will kill the story. But until the time when Gregor's Choice finishes, I hope you and I can get along in the world of writing.
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