You read that title right. I, an author, completed a book.

The book, to be exact. 655 pages of high fantasy, predictably troubled character arcs, and heinous villains who do horrible things for the sake of being a garbage person.

Children of the Sun is finally complete. It took me 2 and a half years, but I have a novel, completely written and finished. It almost doesn’t feel real, honestly. Forgetting about the fact that there’s still at least three rounds of editing to go through, I never thought I’d make it to this point. There have been so many ideas I’ve had for projects that never made it past conception or the first day of work, and this one’s been going for almost 3 years, and I never dropped it.

I don’t think I can explain how big of a deal this is for me.

All my life, I dreamed about creating something that other people could immerse themselves in, have daydreams about, write fanfictions and come up with their own stories in my world, just like I did with games like Elden Ring and Final Fantasy (all 16 of them), and books like Eragon and Skulduggery Pleasant. Now I finally have.

Alright, self-reflection over. I still have editing to do.

I won’t be releasing the first draft of Children of the Sun just yet, but potentially in the future, if the final version of the book picks up enough traction.

Thanks for being here on my journey!