In the last Saturday, I felt the need of writing something, a scene from a story that I was slowly building in my head. You know, something simple, just to let some creative steam off.

Six days later, I've already written at least thirteen pages of single episodes that I want to include on the plot, and I have stuff to write many more thirteens of pages (and the will to do it!). Never could I predict that such thing would happen now. I keep adding details and developments to a world that was stalled for months, I can keep hours letting the ideas flow to my keyboard, completely absorbed in an Universe that, all of a sudden, bloomed in its full glory (this proves why self-imposed writing habits don't work for me...I prefer to wait, the block will sooner or later dissolve!).

Certainly as an influence of the literature that I've been lately exploring, I quickly decided that this fantastic world I'm now exploring won't be published as a simple erotica novel, as I was initially planning, a collection of spicy, fetishist scenes, poorly linked by superficial relationships which only purpose is to rush the story to the «interesting» parts. No, this won't be another 50 Shades. I'm seeking to approach this work to something more descriptive and romantic as Os Maias (not sacrificing, obviously, the erotic chapters). I want a considerable array of characters taking part on the story, with special focus on the development of the main ones, so the reader as the ability to connect with them. I want to explore the relationships between them, love, friendship, hate, cheating, etc., and their evolution. I want to describe minutely the sceneries where they walk on. I want to discuss important questions that the argument might raise. Simple put, I want to publish something unique, something that was never seen on FurAffinity before!

Well, it's an ambitious project, and I feel glad sharing my excitement about it with you guys. But as you can imagine, something this big might require several months before I even publish the first chapters, and this considering I won't enter in creative seclusion again on the middle way (in that periods, I won't force any writting. My forced writting is as shitty as garbage can be).

I know I might sound ridiculous with all this ambitious, proud talk. But my conscience wouldn't be at peace if I reduced my own worlds to inferior material. I have the obligation of, at least, trying to create something meaningful for the reader. I don't mind at all all the extra time that I dedicate to a story, as long as I know the reader will be impressed by it, he won't be able to forget it, as he does with most of those chiclete stories, as he chews them and promptly spits them out.

Won't bother you no longer, with wishes of a great 2015 to you all

Paulo Mateus