Does anybody else remember Kalashtyn? Does anyone ever wonder what happened to him? I do sometimes. His story is what inspired me to start this blog. Now, three moves, two computers, and a law degree later, I occasionally am reminded about just how much work went into the preparation of his world. The details of the church and the monarchies, and the obsession it created in me, were the result of a lot of late nights. The notes I made are trapped on a hard drive of a semi-functional computer that lives in my closet, and has been waiting for me to burn its data onto something more portable. I re-read the old stuff yesterday, from back when this blog was titled Correspondences, and it was going to be a record of Kalashtyn's adventures in a world I called Mittelmasse, a bit of a pun on Eurocentrism and also on the Middle-Earth of Tolkien and Norse/Germanic sagas. I was reminded of my desire to post every day, something I'd still like to do.

Trouble is I'm tapped out right now. I have one project that I'm not posting here, because I want to keep it free from public eyes in case it is good enough to publish, and another that I'm working on in semi-secret, as a writing exercise. I have other good ideas, but I'm using them for other purposes right now. My problem, though, is that I'm currently tapped out for short stories. Both of my other two projects are longer, and continual (continuative is the word I would like to use), and so that is how my brain is working right now. Set out the parameters, add twists, let the story overwhelm me, and then try to find the loose ends and tie them up.

Which is what led me back to Kalashtyn. I would like to revisit that story, but the world is so detailed, and it's been so long since I've been there, I would just be winging it, until I recover that hard drive. So, maybe it's time to start something new. The question is, what about?