So this is a blog. Not much to it. A place to say whatever you want to say, eh? Every place is a place to say whatever I want to say.
Why are you making that face? If you don’t want to see me scratch there, don’t look.
I’m a fisherman. I live alone by the inland sea, and alone is how I want to live. I have a servant now and then — some pitiful specimen, down on their luck or on the run from somebody or something. Not that I have pity on them, mind you. I have a certain amount of magic, and sometimes, if the specimen is interesting enough, I’ll tempt it to corruption with a touch of magic; offer to teach it invisibility or shapeshifting or something. Nothing wholesome ever comes of an ability like that.
Hardly ever, anyway.
So sometimes it does. Shut up. I’m done.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Create a character who enjoys living alone. Show — don’t explain — why. Then add another character.