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    Intro: Of Quille & Inke

    In a land where everyone’s lives were governed by their birth-gifts, a certain princess was born. The Wizard, who was responsible for identifying the gifts, named her Quille, saying that she would be quite excellent in the crafting of fine writing tools. Rather mundane for a princess, but who would dare question The Wizard?

    The princess herself. That’s who.

    She grew learning every aspect of the pen-maker’s craft that could be taught. How to select and cut the feathers, what kind of feather made what line, where to go in search of magic crow feathers for signing legal documents.

    And she hated it.

    There had to be something better than this. The Wizard must’ve been mistaken.

    So she set out with two companions, her lady-in-waiting and the castle swineherd, to fine The Wizard and have him assign her a different, better gift.

    Along the way, she discovered a passion for writing, as well as the usefulness of knowing how to make good pens and ink, and decided to record their journey (as well as some odd bits of poetry and short stories).

    When they finally found the Wizard, he wasn’t surprised at all. Of course the princess has been given a better gift than pen-craft. He knew it all along. And yes, he gave named her such a common gift on purpose. Why? Well he does it to most everyone, so that they are moved to discover their true gifts for themselves.

    This confuses the princess, and she is left with a question that seems to have no possible answer. If making pens isn’t her gift, what is and how can she find it?

    That’s when the wizard leans in close, handing back the notebook he’s been reading, and whispers, “keep writing.”

    That’s a story I outlined at twelve. It’s never been written in full and, at this point, I wonder if it ever will be. The protagonist, Quille, remains one of my favorite characters—one that I can also relate to most. It seemed only natural that I chose her name when I entered an online writing community two years ago and was required to have a username.

    Ever since then, I’ve been called Quille. And when I decided to start a blog, it made sense to call it something with Quille in it. Inke went nicely with my theme… And Quille’s Inkewell fit the bill perfectly. Not only for a blog, but for a world.

    The Inkewell became a place to me, a creative refuge, and entire world where all the worlds of all my stories coexisted perfectly (yes, I’ll draw a map one day). It, well, it became home. An intangible, wondrous home that I would never tire of exploring.

    And I have done so with vigor, discovering hidden passageways, treasures in the nooks and crannies, and unending stories all around. Collected here is the first part of those explorations in shorter works, mostly verse from the year 2019 when I really set out to begin my career as a writer, but with a few selections dating back to 2013.

    Welcome to my world, dear reader. Please enjoy your stay (feel free to dog-ear the pages and annotate the text; doodling encouraged; bookmarks welcome) But remember not to trample or pick the wildflowers.

    And don’t take these scribbles too seriously. I’m a writer, after all.

    Coming Soon! The Inkewell Collection: Volume 1, 2019

    Many people think 

    That ink

    Is contained in an inkwell

    But I’ve found so much more to tell;

    Battered dreams, fairy wings,

    Dragon fire, teardrop stings,

    Sunshine, mist, and sweet deep breath;

    Storms, starlight, and empty death;

    Love’s everlasting embrace,

    Rainbows, and wild geese to chase;

    Treasure beyond men’s minds,

    Fey and beasts of every kind,

    Heroes rising and villains fell;

    These all swirl together in the depths of my 

    Inkwell.