Just twenty-four hours ago, I didn’t have a website, didn’t have a blog, didn’t have all the nifty little chess pictures that are littered around the site. Time to finally enter this corner of the twenty-first century, I suppose. I enter with a bang, not a whimper, contrary to the esteemed Mr. Eliot’s prediction of the end of all things. I have a lot of work to do to get this virtual house of cards to stand up, but as it is quickly approaching midnight, on this the first day of the last month of my thirty-seventh year on this planet, I shall be brief.
If you are visiting this site for the first time, I’m Darin Kennedy. Doctor by day, novelist by night, not to mention most weekends. I have completed my first novel, a contemporary fantasy called Pawn’s Gambit, the first in a trilogy I call The Pawn Stratagem. (Ahhh, that explains all the chess imagery everywhere.) My tale of Steven Bauer and his brave compatriots has been a true labor of love, and as I approach what has to be the fourth or fifth complete edit of the book, I’ve got to say, I think it’s ready. Like a good soup that has simmered for the better part of a day, it is ready to be consumed.
Chess theory states that every game has three distinct parts: the opening, the middle game, and the endgame. My opening moves are complete, and as I enter the middle game of this grand endeavor, I am simultaneously excited and daunted. I’m about six chapters into the sequel, Four Corners. This looks to be a very different book, in subject matter if not theme, and the story is taking me in directions I never dreamed, or at least not while I was hewing Pawn’s Gambit out of a large pile of words. It’s been fun incorporating elements from the first book that I had no idea would come full circle in this book about squares and corners. The third book, whose working title is Endgame, exists only in the roughest of forms, though the final outcome is written in my mind’s eye and is just waiting for me to get there.
And with that, I must bid you a good night. My patients in the morning most likely would prefer their physician to be conscious, so it’s to bed with me. Come again sometime. I’ll be here…
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