After over a decade of development, I knew the time would come to begin writing the story that is dearest to me. During this time I avoided the journey, fearing I could never do it justice, but I now have two novels written and my excuses continue to decline in relevance.
When I was eleven years old, I made up a story called Dakota's World. It was set in a forest "with trees as tall as mountains" and was populated by anthropomorphic wolves and wildcats. It was the first original story I had ever created, a full five years before I would eventually discover furries and join the community. I've only posted one meager scene from the story before:
Since that time, through my years of keeping personal journals, I often wrote about, discussed, referenced, and developed this story. The entries are scattered through a maelstrom of information about me and my life and thoughts, so I have taken the initiative to pull the old volumes out and sort through them, gleaning all the information I can about the story in preparation for finally writing it. I have seven volumes in all, and have already finished the first. It is long, taxing work, but also rewarding as I speed through years of my past as I search. The story has grown and changed as much as I have.
It is now known as T'koda's World, often called Echoes.