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January 20, 2021
January 14, 2021
Writing and Life Update #2
New blog post is up. Don't forget that tomorrow is the giveaway for The World Inside the Crystal!
http://prestonstories.com/?p=91
http://prestonstories.com/?p=91
January 7, 2021
December 17, 2020
December 14, 2020
Game of the Year?
New Blog Post. I talk about The Last of Us 2 and whether it deserved to sweep the awards.
http://prestonstories.com/?p=82
http://prestonstories.com/?p=82
December 9, 2020
On Language
I've dropped a new blog post. I discuss my love of language and all its forms.
http://prestonstories.com/?p=80
http://prestonstories.com/?p=80
November 19, 2020
The Misery of Boredom
New Blogpost on my website. I talk about gaming these days and my feelings toward Halo Infinite, the newest to come from my favourite franchise.
http://prestonstories.com/?p=78
http://prestonstories.com/?p=78
November 12, 2020
My Book Is Free!!
My Self-published Fantasy novel, Wenworld: the World Inside the Crystal, is on its last day of the free promotion. Pick up a free Ebook now and don't miss the chance!
https://www.amazon.ca/Wenworld-Inside...
https://www.amazon.ca/Wenworld-Inside...
October 15, 2020
About Me
My 'About Me' section on my website does a fine enough job of introducing me for a blog, so I thought I'd repost it here:
There aren’t many things of interest I can say about myself, but I will do my best.
Funnily enough, I hated to read fiction as a child (and even as a young man). You couldn’t get me to read anything fictional, even if you held a gun to me. Anything, that is, except for The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R Tolkien. That was the only fantasy work I gave the time of day. When it came to Nonfiction, however, I was more than willing. In early grade-school I read as much as I could about human history. To this day I remain fascinated by it. I read about the Battle of Berlin when I was told to read Clifford the Big Red Dog, or about the 300 Spartans in Thermopylae when I should’ve been enjoying Green Eggs and Ham. I was just so excited (and at times disturbed) that these events really happened to real people. History is where my passion was.
It wasn’t until late high-school that I decided to branch out from Tolkien. It was a very reluctant step for me, as I worshiped Tolkien to an embarrassing degree. In my mind, why would I read any other fantasy when the best one is already on my shelf? Even though I stand by the statement of it being the best, I stepped into a world full to the brim with other talented voices. The first fantasy book I dove into in that time was Patrick Rothfuss’ Name of the Wind. What a place to start. I was enamored by the first page. The book blew my mind, and continues to do so. It made me regret my delay in reading other people’s work. From that day forward there was no stopping me. I read all the fantasy I could find. So much talent out there.
I decided I wanted to write myself after I was given a project to do so in my Grade 12 English class. I was tasked to write a fictional story that came to roughly 5 pages. Mine was over 30. I simply couldn’t stop once I started. It was too much fun. I didn’t expect to earn any compliments on my short (or not-so-short) story. However, I somehow managed to earn the highest mark in the class. The only perfect score. After that, I wrote every day. Maybe my teacher was just being nice, or the competition just wasn’t very impressive in my class. Whatever the reason, that good score truly changed my life. A little bit of confidence, trifling or not, can take a person a long way.
At this current time, I have one ultimate goal that I work slowly toward every day: eventually, I hope to write something that makes someone as happy as The Lord of the Rings made me. Even if it is only one single person, and everyone else finds my work lacking, I will still consider my goal complete. Maybe one day.
There aren’t many things of interest I can say about myself, but I will do my best.
Funnily enough, I hated to read fiction as a child (and even as a young man). You couldn’t get me to read anything fictional, even if you held a gun to me. Anything, that is, except for The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R Tolkien. That was the only fantasy work I gave the time of day. When it came to Nonfiction, however, I was more than willing. In early grade-school I read as much as I could about human history. To this day I remain fascinated by it. I read about the Battle of Berlin when I was told to read Clifford the Big Red Dog, or about the 300 Spartans in Thermopylae when I should’ve been enjoying Green Eggs and Ham. I was just so excited (and at times disturbed) that these events really happened to real people. History is where my passion was.
It wasn’t until late high-school that I decided to branch out from Tolkien. It was a very reluctant step for me, as I worshiped Tolkien to an embarrassing degree. In my mind, why would I read any other fantasy when the best one is already on my shelf? Even though I stand by the statement of it being the best, I stepped into a world full to the brim with other talented voices. The first fantasy book I dove into in that time was Patrick Rothfuss’ Name of the Wind. What a place to start. I was enamored by the first page. The book blew my mind, and continues to do so. It made me regret my delay in reading other people’s work. From that day forward there was no stopping me. I read all the fantasy I could find. So much talent out there.
I decided I wanted to write myself after I was given a project to do so in my Grade 12 English class. I was tasked to write a fictional story that came to roughly 5 pages. Mine was over 30. I simply couldn’t stop once I started. It was too much fun. I didn’t expect to earn any compliments on my short (or not-so-short) story. However, I somehow managed to earn the highest mark in the class. The only perfect score. After that, I wrote every day. Maybe my teacher was just being nice, or the competition just wasn’t very impressive in my class. Whatever the reason, that good score truly changed my life. A little bit of confidence, trifling or not, can take a person a long way.
At this current time, I have one ultimate goal that I work slowly toward every day: eventually, I hope to write something that makes someone as happy as The Lord of the Rings made me. Even if it is only one single person, and everyone else finds my work lacking, I will still consider my goal complete. Maybe one day.
October 14, 2020
My Future Books!
My Future Works!
I don’t expect I will update this blog very often, at least until I gain a decent amount of people who would be willing to follow it. So, as a first post, I will summarize my overall plan for my fictional universe. Here are the novels I will write (In Order).
Wenworld (Four Book Series)
Peach (Trilogy)
Riddle and Rune (Standalone)
Lament for Cemperia (Standalone)
Mellotican (13 Book Series)
That is the grand plan at the moment. All of these books will exist in the same fictional universe. This, of course, is subject to change as the years go by. I could change my mind on some things, but I doubt it. This has been the blueprint for a long while.
Anyways, that’s that. I wanted to keep it brief. Thank you for reading. I hope you follow me on this journey.
I don’t expect I will update this blog very often, at least until I gain a decent amount of people who would be willing to follow it. So, as a first post, I will summarize my overall plan for my fictional universe. Here are the novels I will write (In Order).
Wenworld (Four Book Series)
Peach (Trilogy)
Riddle and Rune (Standalone)
Lament for Cemperia (Standalone)
Mellotican (13 Book Series)
That is the grand plan at the moment. All of these books will exist in the same fictional universe. This, of course, is subject to change as the years go by. I could change my mind on some things, but I doubt it. This has been the blueprint for a long while.
Anyways, that’s that. I wanted to keep it brief. Thank you for reading. I hope you follow me on this journey.
