Writing a novel is a crazy undertaking. You have to have at least a little bit of insanity and a lot of ego. I, for one, have both in abundance. Jokes aside, right now I'm three chapters into my first draft after starting on December 31st. Merla follows the story of a young woman navigating the growing threat of miasmic beasts while everyone else buries their head in the sand. I've set her story in an alternate version of our world, where WWII was interrupted by the creation