I’ve been using yWriter for probably close to… fourteen years… now, and it’s still got everything I need.
He couldn’t remember a time before wind. Always, it had followed him. Through his childhood, adolescence, adulthood. The windlings were a race of people born from the very air itself, created from the swirling rage of the gods thousands of years ago.
I don’t have much to report, other than I’m closing in on the end of Part I of the book.