Writing novels is not a short endeavor; at least, I haven’t experienced it to be. For the last five years, I have been working on my books in the Underworlds series, three novels so far, with the fourth and final one currently standing at 78k words so far. When I started, I had a clear vision of my series’ trajectory, which of course, experienced some changes as it surfaced on paper, but that is beside the point because most of my first book stayed in line with my preconceived course for it.
The second and third books followed with more changes, but the biggest of the alterations didn’t come to light until the fourth book. I would have never thought about it naturally without an outside source that gave me an idea that set it into motion, so this begs the question; can an idea we get from somebody/something else still be considered our own idea? Of course, it can, since you never know where inspiration will come from!
My current novel is stylistically different from the previous two, where I had two sidelined tales juxtaposing the present and the past, an element that just didn’t fit for the fourth. When we write, I, as well as many, find each book/novel to be a treasure in it itself. Each story creates a special joy and I love them all like different babies, heh. When I finally do reach the end, I’m sure I’ll experience a melancholy experience of both good and bad feelings, and that is fine. It comes naturally with the end of the story, and the start of a new one, to make a pun of it.
It will be the end of the tales of the god’s demons and Denida’s ventures into the soul realm, filled with light and dark magic, but it will also be the end of telling the story I have had in my head since I was eight. So as sad as reaching the final word will be, it won’t be the end. Instead, it will be the beginning of new stories to tell… and I have a lot of them.
I even know what the story will be next. I’ve written the first chapter of it before I decided I wanted to finish The Underworlds series first. It has me just as excited as beginning this first book was and, in the end, finishing the tale of Denida in a way that I wouldn’t have imagined when I started the first book…
Dennis Scheel has always had stories running in his head but was unable to tell them until after his accident, which left him mute and paralyzed on his right side. After he worked his way back through recovery, he wanted to try to tell his story once more after an acquaintance told him he was talented at writing poetry. Prior to that, his ex had convinced him not to write for ten years by insisting that he had no aptitude for writing. This time, Dennis tried writing his stories in English for the first time. Finally, he succeeded and has never stopped writing since. The effort has produced three stellar novels: