Over the next week I'm going to do something rather strange. Seven years ago to the day, I finished the manuscript of my first novel. I had decided some months earlier that the only career that would really satisfy my was that of an author, and so I set about trying to make it happen at the tender age of seventeen. The abiding problem, though, was that I was thoroughly shit. My ideas were, and even more so now, world class, but my execution shoddy, amateurish and decidedly ham-handed. I have since revised that early manuscript; added, removed and edited elements of the plot to death,and still it remains a work in progress.
But one day it will be done.
The problem, you see, is that I set myself a rather tall order: the book was never just a book, but the first in a series of six trilogies, spanning 45,000 years of history and future. And so one cannot be finished until the whole plot is set in stone or, at the very least, wet cement.
But to commemorate my first forray into the cut-throat world of literature, I thought I would publish a map of the moon, which, in this epic series, has been renamed Niua, and offer a run-down of the cities that make-up its whole.
One day I hope you and I will look back on this post in reference to the long list of best-sellers I intend to crank out, but for now it is nothing more or less than an insight to the world I spend most of my free time frequenting.
Enjoy!
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