Noticing Newbies

Hello, people!

I come here today, in front of you, as a broken man. For three damn years I've been a member of the Writing.com community, without being able to honour it with a single damn text of my own. In the beginning - that is, in 2011 - I came with high hopes and high expectations. I had great plans, layered in front of me like persian carpets, yet I failed like a fisherman who drowns ten metres away from the shore.

Thus is life. And <- that was a stereotype. But sometimes it's just like somewhere beyond there are some guys who bet on our failure. And some of them, with higher stakes, manage to make it happen.

This was my story. I leave it behind, though. This time, I know what I need to do. I know what I need to write. I am here once more, though technically I never left.

Now for the serious stuff: I started this writing hobby, well, as a hobby. Years passing by, it's still a hobby, only this time I know that what I want to write is Fantasy, not Historical FIction. Epic High Fantasy. Thank the Gods, I got more than four years of documentation behind me.

My name is Max. And I am here to share my own world.