I love creating. To a lesser extent, any sort of creativity moves me, but using words to create characters and share their stories is what really ignites my soul.

But why?

I've never asked myself that question before. I don't know why I get so jazzed about a cool character that winds up in a challenging situation; why letting that character show me how they'll get out of that situation gives me some sense of fulfillment. Of all the things I do and have done in my life, why does this one, in particular, feed some deep need within me?

I know that this is a phenomenon I've experienced since I was a child.

I still recall the first stories I ever wrote - derivative, two-page tales of Han Solo and Luke Skywalker rescuing Princess Leia from a variety of  precarious situations. I'm sure they were trite, with hackneyed themes and lacking a multi-act structure or any real plot or character development, but hey - the author was only 12 years old. Cut the kid some slack!

My fi…

About Fred Carter

Fred Carter and the Mardi Gras Monster

It's 1989 and an ancient evil is trying to free itself from its extra-dimensional prison into the revels of Mardi Gras. A heroic adventurer and his spell-slinging ally are hot on its trail. And Fed Carter, an ordinary, everyday Joe - or is he? - stumbles right into the middle of it all.  Join Fred as he descends from our reality into one of friendly witches, gator-faced demons, and ancient goddesses looking to settle scores.

This story is an experiment - an attempt at writing a story in a linear, serial fashion, with only a loose outline and a few characters to guide the way; no polished piece that's been revised and rewritten, edited, and proofread a half-dozen times.

This writing in the raw. Er, wait, maybe that's not the best way to describe it...

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