The Origami Man
I've done a strange thing...
A while back I wrote a book. I called it The Origami Man.
A while back from that I decided to be a writer.
In the interim time, I learned how to write pretty well.
But not well enough.
There are maybe six characters in The Origami Man. One of them is a woman. She's the only female character, and the truth is, she was intended to be a shitty person.
But it's hard to write a shitty person. It's easy to accidentally write a shitty character.
And that's what I did. I wrote a shitty character, who was at the end of the day a one-dimensional harpy, a tone-deaf stereotype.
And that's just not ok.
If you build a house, and you make a mistake hanging a door in its frame, you fix the door. If you sew a suit for another person, and it doesn't fit, you make alterations.
I wrote a book that wasn't good enough.
So I rewrote it.
There are a lot of funny statistics of debatable veracity out there which posit a person needs to write a million words, write for seven years, work ten thousand hours to master a skill. As I said, their veracity is debatable.
But in the past year, I have become a better writer by far than I was when I published the first edition of The Origami Man. I wrote a draft of the sequel, and somewhere along the line something was clarified for me, internally. A way to organize the structure, the point, and the presentation the series as a whole in a way that will make sense to people.
So what did I do? I rewrote The Origami Man whole cloth. Sentence by sentence, piece by piece. I allowed the characters to have grown, and allowed for the changes to the story that their growth required. I reorganized the sequels I have planned, and found a series of arcs within my ideas that add up to a single, overriding story. I found myself with a darker story, and also one with greater potential for fun.
I also changed the name.
It gives me great pleasure to present to you
Gosh, I'm excited.
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The unkempt thoughts of Benjamin Mumford-Zisk