Twenty years ago I turned thirteen. That birthday sticks in my memory because I was grounded for the entire summer. I made the mistake of getting a C on my 7th grade report card, which left nothing but time for three solid months. I couldn’t go anywhere, call anyone or leave the house except to do my paper route (yes I’m old enough to remember having a paper route). There was no internet. The television endlessly repeated the Little Mermaid, which my eight year old sister couldn’t watch enough times.
I used my free time to read every fantasy novel I could get my hands on. When I ran out I started writing instead. Those hastily scrawled pages were the birthplace of the story you will soon read. The idea was conceived during that lonely summer and gained definition with each passing year. It’s moved in fits and starts like a stone gathering momentum as it tumbles downhill. The pieces are all finally in place. The roadblocks and excuses are gone. It’s time for this story to be told.
I’m going to shut up and get back to work. Feel free to puruse the site. I hope you enjoy reading The Bond of Jhordil as much as I enjoy telling it.
-Chris
