Let me provide a bit of exposition first. I've been writing as a hobby for eight or ten years now, starting a large number of stories and finishing very few of them (one notable exception being a NaNoWriMo project a few years ago, which, while moderately entertaining in terms of plot, was rather poorly carried out), and I always end up enjoying it when I get around to it. Lately, thanks to another project, I've discovered that having an obligation to write something entertaining is a great way to get myself to actually do so on a regular basis.
Towards the end of spring I resolved to create such an obligation for myself, taking the world I'd developed as a tabletop RPG setting and coming up with with some stories to tell from it. I spent some time writing between then and the middle of June, and by the latter I ended up with enough cushion to start putting them on the Internet. I dusted off an old Wordpress account, found out that a URL is actually pretty cheap. I ended up with
Many Words, which manages to sound deep and thoughtful while actually being almost entirely devoid of meaning.
Two weeks ago I told the friends who had seen the world via the tabletop campaign about the project and put the first entry up on the Internet. The problem I find myself with now is that my friends know me for the absentminded, degenerate slacker I am, and since they'd just exchange knowing looks if I slowed down to the point where I missed updating, they're not the world's best motivators. Therefore (and also because I'm a bit of an attention monger) I'm spreading the word about myself among other circles in which I run, and here we are.
The story that's currently being posted is set in a world of magic, desperation, and faux Vikings (there are dwarves, too, but they're not important yet). There are two big points that have given it more staying power in my mind than most of my writing projects (I don't know if they'll make it fun to read or not, but whatever): it's a relatively serious story in a world that's a little bit ridiculous; the backdrop's grimness descends all the way to milli- or even centiWarhammer levels, but the story is about metaphorical lights in the dark. I'll grant that most of the elements I smash together are cliches, but I like to think that the end result is something that is more than the sum of the parts.
Of course, I'll let you decide for yourself whether that's true. I hope at least a couple of you enjoy reading it as much as I'm enjoying writing it.