I’ve written trunk novels that should be kept from the world for its own good. Doesn’t mean I can’t read them, laugh, and maybe learn something.
I expect most people who write long enough end up with a collection of novels (or pieces of novels) that will never see the light of day. I have.
I love my trunk novels. I love how cringeworthy the earlier ones are, full of purple prose, plotless plots, nonsensical worlds, and blatant plagiarism from my favourite authors.
I love the progression of goals: save the village, save the kingdom, save the world. Because what else could the goals possibly be?
And there are so many Mary Sues.
Golden Horse Summer
It’s a fantasy novel so there has to be a magic sword. I know! I’ll have them find one lying by the side of the road, because that makes sense. And the sword’s purple. Come to think of it, the main character’s eyes are purple too.
Purple is the best colour.
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