He wondered whether home was a thing that happened to a place after a while, or if it was something that you found in the end, if you simply walked and waited and willed it long enough.

It felt like a small forever.

And, too ignorant to be scared, too young to be awed, Tristan Thorn traveled beyond the fields we know.

Books smell and feel better. They have that wonderful thingness of turning the pages.

One word after another. That's the only way that novels get written and, short of elves coming in the night and turning your jumbled notes into Chapter Nine, it's the only way to do it. So keep on keeping on. Write another word and then another.

And because nobody's done it before, they haven't made up rules to stop anyone doing that again, yet.

Don't worry about trying to develop a style. Style is what you can't help doing. If you write enough, you draw enough, you'll have a style, whether you want it or not. Don't worry about whether you're "commercial". Tell your own stories, draw your own pictures. Let other people follow you.