Workshop Wednesday: Let’s try something new

I talk about writing in the abstract, and sometimes I post what I write. Those are the ends of the spectrum. But what about the middle?

The Illusion Conundrum, Part V: Excerpt #2

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.