As requested, my daily writing prompt series is now available print paperback editions on Amazon.

365 Cozy Writing Prompts For Fantasy Writers Vol.1: Daily Writing Prompts Series For Writers of Serial Pulp Fiction

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There are 20 volumes of this writing prompt series currently planned and in varying stages of finishing, hopefully all 20 will be published by the end of 2026. I likely will do a 2nd series of writing prompt books in 2027.

The first of the Visual Novels/Video Games for The Adventures of Quaraun the Inane/The Pink Necromancer series is published and available on Itch.io, there are 3 more planned for release in 2026, 6 more planned for release in 2027, and the big 60-hour 80k word 150 page one (Quaraun Goes To the Fair) is planned for a 2028 release.

There is a Pink Necromancer card game and a Pink Necromancer board game, as well as a Pink Necromancer table top RPG supliment for Dungeons and Dragons, all in the works, and to be released over the next couple of years as well.

>>>Help me figure out what I can use as currency?

>>>I have several races in my world, and while there’s no way to get around the necessity of having some kind of currency in the world, I can’t figure out what it would be. The world is divided into two continents, so it would make sense for there to be two different kinds of currency and some kind of exchange system. One continent I know would use gems and gold nuggets, but the races on the second continent have no ability to find those kinds of materials at the rate the races on the first continent do, and they aren’t common there to begin with. I feel like they need something else but I’m unsure what it could be. They’re rather primitive, so I imagine it would be something that can be found or farmed rather than crafted, and they live in a rainforest. The more powerful race on the continent are pretty much intelligent winged cats, and I’m stumped on trying to find things that are easily available in a rainforest that a cat would find valuable, besides food.

My world is more like the real world, in that it has a huge variety in cultures, so, not sure how helpful this will be for you, but here is what I do. My world is spread across multiple planets, but the primary planet has thirteen continents, but no defined countries. Instead each continent has hundreds of small tribes and settlements, and a few large cities. So, it's a quasi city-state style government. Each has its own ruler, self proclaimed kings, chief, ect. End result is multiple thousands of cultures. The land itself is very harsh, as is the weather, and the monsters, making travel very difficult, so in most cases, each of these city states, settlements, and tribes are very isolated with little to no knowledge of the rest of the world.

Well, the end result of all of this, is that every single one of these places has its own individual, unique economy and currency, that only has value to itself and is of little to no value to any of the others. Meaning the global economy is very fractured and unstable, because there is no unity between the economics of each village.

The currency range is vast, depending on the region. For example there is a fishing village that uses clam shells as currency, while a different fishing village uses periwinkle shells, and yet another uses live lobsters as currency.

There is a village that uses bushels of apples as currency.

One village uses sea glass that washes up on their beach.

Another uses mica chucks they find in the caves near their settlement, while not far away is another that uses tourmaline crystals as currency, found in the same caves.

One uses silk scarves and silk shawls and silk blankets as currency.

Another uses reed baskets as currency.

There is one village that is set up in the ruins of an ancient shattered, stained glass bio dome, that uses shards of colored glass they dig up from the ruins, as currency.

A sheep farming community uses various sheep products as currency (wool, milk, cheese, lanolin, yarn, blankets, and candles) with the items each being different values.

Coins exist in some of the big cities. These are made of various materials depending on the region. Some are metals (tin, iron, gold, silver, copper, brass, etc) others are carved from stones, gems, bones, ivory, or wood, depending on what is available in that region.

Quaraun aka The Pink Necromancer, and his Frost Lich husband, BoomFuzzy the Unicorn

A lot of regions do not use any formal currency system, instead using a bartering system. Family A has a cow so they trade milk and cheese with family B who has a goose feather mattress. Family C trades a bag of potatoes for a crate of sardines from family D. And so on.

Many regions have a honor system for good deeds as well, which act as a form of currency. For example, if you rescue a man from a pack of wolves, or after he fell through ice in a lake, or some other form of saving his life, he then owes you something in return. He may become your servant for a year or take your place in a challenge (like if some rebel cowboy challenges you to a shoot out at high noon, you can send this guy in your place).

My world is for a book series and the main character is a travelling merchant. He brings supplies to various locations and travels hundreds of miles visiting hundreds of villages. He buys goods from one to sell to another. But because each has vastly different currency systems, he has to keep stores of every single type of currency on his vardo. He makes sure to always have a supply of whatever currency is used in the regions he will be passing through on his trip.

I try to make the currency of each place, match with what is available in their region.

>>>Currency in Worldbuilding. Is there any rules based around it?

Not that I'm aware of.

I think everyone just does what is best for their own world.

I think, if you wanted to get really into it, you could buy a book on world economics and study up on how the stock market is run. The stock market is what determines the actual value (which is different from face value) of currency (paper notes and minted coins) around the world. This is why a silver dollar has a face value of only one dollar if you use it to buy something at Walmart but can be sold for a hundred dollars at a pawn shop.

>>>Is there a specific way to do it?

I know, in the Fantasy genre, a lot of authors just use the Dungeons and Dragons standard from the Player's Handbook. Which in 2ADnDed is:

1 Electrolyte = 100 Platinum

1 Platinum = 1,000 Gold

1 Gold = 100 Silver

1 Silver = 1,000 Copper

Some editions add gemstones as well. Like:

1 Ruby = 10 Electrolyte

1 Diamond = 10 Platinum

Then the Player's Handbook has a Merchant Chart for how much basic items are, so you can figure out other values on your own. The chart says stuff like:

10 Candlesticks for 1cp

1 Walking Stick for 150cp

1 Bedroll for 5sp

1 Draft horse and wagon for 125gp

1 Bag Of Holding for 100pp

cp = copper pieces, sp = silver pieces, gp = gold pieces, pp = platinum pieces, ep = electrolyte pieces.

Those come from the 2ed ADnD handbook which is the one I use.

3.5ed and 5ed Player's Handbooks are the one most people on this sub seem to use, which is different.

In 2ed ADnD the coins have weight calculated in and the characters can only carry as much as their weight carry limit. For example a gold bar weighs over 100lbs and a character can only carry it if he has another character to help him pick it up and put it in the wagon for his draft horse to tow it. 2ed uses real would weights.

3.5ed and 5ed don't use THACO or add weight to coins, thus why 3.5ed characters can very unrealistically pick up and carry dozens of gold bars.

If you want to use gold coins in your books, I highly recommend you buy a few real world gold coins to find out just exactly how heavy they are. I own 12 real gold coins. Each is the size of a silver dollar, so only a tiny fraction bigger than a USA Quarter. Those 12 coins weigh well over 50lbs. I can not lift or carry the coin purse those 12 gold coins are in.

It is incredibly unreasonable and insanely unrealistic for a person to carry more than 3 gold coins at once. Unless they are a WWF wrestler they simply will not be able to lug around ten or more gold coins.

Not to mention you can't put gold coins in your pocket…the extreme heavy weight will cause your pocket seams to break and the pocket to fall off your coat… I have tested this with several coats.

I bought the 12 gold coins I have, along with 12 silver coins as well, precisely so I could test out these sorts of carry weight issues, so that I could write my merchant more realistically. And I was completely unprepared for how incredibly massively heavy gold coins actually are. This caused me to completely change my currency system for my world.

I think writers seriously underestimate how extremely heavy a gold coin is.

>>>Will we need to explain the currency in the book?

Probably not.

I do in my own books (my world is for a series of books, some already published and more being written).

But my main character is a Persian silk merchant and every story includes scenes of him buying and selling in marketplaces and peddling to farm villages and bartering and haggling with customers and such.

The money, coins, and prices of things come into heavy play in the plot lines and do deeply impact a lot of the story.

He is a necromancer Di'Jinn and when people can't afford his items, he gives the items away seemingly for free, asking them to sign a contract giving him their soul. He controls a Lich which needs to eat souls to regenerate, thus my merchant is deliberately putting high prices on items, knowing people cannot afford them, so he can trick them into selling him their souls.

The merchant is seen by the people as somewhat foolish for giving expensive items away seemingly for free, and other times seen as kind, generous, and compassionate towards the poor for giving things away. But he's really conniving and deviated, and most people don't realize the true value of their soul until its too late.

Readers see first hand how exorbitantly wealthy the silk merchant is vs how poverty ridden and destitute the bulk of the world is.

So, on my own series, because my main character is a merchant with a soul gathering agenda and the plot deals heavily with the trades he makes, therefore the currency system was a very big part of my world building process.

Every short story has scenes with deals being made. Every novel will have a dozen or more such scenes.

The plot itself revolves around the currency system and the fact that most of the world is poverty stricken, while only a few wealthy merchants live comfortably, with my main character being the wealthiest merchant of them all, making him also the wealthiest man alive.

>>>I have decided to go with the basic; Gold & Silver currency as well as the usual trading amongst lower born characters. But would it also be safer to just make my own currency in this fantasy world rather than use a basic one.

I would say, look at your plot and your main character and ask yourself how often will the reader see money being used.

If you only have one minor scene where the main character buys a drink at a Tavern, you could get by with saying: "He threw three coppers on the counter." and never explain what the value of those coins are, because knowing the coin value is not important to the story. Heck, you may not even need the basics. Just saying that one line shows that minted coins exists and are used and the reader will feel immersed and not need to know more.

On the other hand, if your plot and character is like mine, where money itself is a primary plot point, and the reader needs to know coin values so they know where the plot is going, well then you may need more than basics.

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So, as often happens, in articles like this one you are reading right now, I am commenting to a Reddit thread. Today, in addition to replying to the original OP of the thread, I am ALSO responding to a comment made within the Reddit thread. The comment, going a bit off topic of the original thread, bt still on topic enough that I'm going to include my response here on this article as well, so that you, my readers, get to have all of my thoughts and opinions on the matter. Because of this, in addition to linking to the OP post of the thread, I am also linking to the comment which asked the question within the comment section. Here it is: 

This page was written by Wendy Christine Allen of 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine.

All Rights Reserved.

While there are around 20k pages on this website, most of them are blocked from search engines, with only around 800 of them available for appearing in Google/Bing/etc search results. The remainder can only be accessed via the various links found throughout this site. This was done deliberately on my part, and I did it because the bulk of the pages on this website are chapters from 138 novels and 423 novellas, so only the first page of each novel and novella indexed by search engines, and the remainder are linked in order, one page at a time, via clicking "next page" at the end of each. So if you are looking for a specific page from a specific novel, Google can't help you.

Do you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Avenue, Old Orchard Beach, Maine on August 8, 2013? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

My house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, July 4, 2013, photo taken because we had just finished building a baby room on the back. vs My house August 8, 2013, when the same group of people (yes group, the golf club woman was not alone when she attacked November 14, 2013, nor was she alone with her second attack July 2016.) who murdered my son on November 14, 2013 at Southern Maine Community College and crippled me July 26, 2016 at scarborough WalMart,... they arrived the first time with a backhoe on August 8, 2013, that they used to drive over my house, during a time of day that I normally was home asleep... I had to work a different shift at the Waffle Cone Pizza Food Truck at George's Parking Lot by Bill's Pizza at the OBB Peir, that day, otherwise, I too would be at the bottom of a landfill, along with my house and everything I owned that was also in the house. I was 5 months pregnant at the time and have been homeless for just under 14 years, homeless ever since....

... which means it is now only a few weeks from the 14th anniversary of my son's murder. I was 8 month pregnant November 14, 2013, and a student ay SMCC, and coming out of the Buglight Lighthouse art studio after art class, when a still unidentifiedwoman wielding a golf club attacked me, severed my spine, while I was 8 months pregnant, triggered early labour, then killed my son minutes after he was born.

While accusing me of being transgender, screaming "transvestite freak" and "look at that thing, that's Ken's son in a dress"... while I was 8 months pregnant.

My house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, July 4, 2013, photo taken because we had just finished building a baby room on the back. vs My house August 8, 2013, when the same group of people (yes group, the golf club woman was not alone when she attacked November 14, 2013, nor was she alone with her second attack July 2016.) who murdered my son and crippled me, arrived the first time with a backhoe that they used to drive over my house, during a time of day that I normally was home asleep... I had to work a different shift at the Waffle Cone Pizza Food Truck at George's Parking Lot by Bill's Pizza at the OBB Peir, that day, otherwise, I too would be at the bottom of a landfill, along with my house and everything I owned that was also in the house. I was 5 months pregnant at the time and have been homeless for just under 14 years, homeless ever since.

The backhoe driver returned November 14, 2013, armed with a golf club, used it to break my spine and smash my baby's brains out on the ground

On November 14, 2013, my son was murdered. I was 8 months pregnant, leaving my college classroom, and just getting into my car, when 3 strangers, a man and two women, armed with golf clubs leapt out from behind my car screaming "kill or be killed, kill the transvestite freaks, kill them all before they kill us! look at that thing! That is Ken's son, look at how it's dressed! kill the transvestite freaks! kill or be killed"... while the bald man and the red haired woman chanted this over and over, the blonde woman, lunged with the golf club.

She severed my spine, I am now a quadriplegic, and been paralyzed arms and legs, and in a wheelchair for 13 years now. She broke my hips, my knees, my legs, ruptured most of my discs, and shattered three of my vertebrae so bad that the shards of bone acted like glass and embedded themselves into my spinal column nerve bundle.

The attack also triggered labour.

My son was born in that parking lot, and he lived only a couple of minutes, before the deranged blonde woman, beat his head in and smashed his brains out, with the same golfclub she had just used to sever my spine and leave me crippled for the rest of my life.

Realizing that I was not transgender, and they'd just murdered a baby, the man grabbed the 2 women and forcibly dragged them away to a 4 door white pickup truck, and they left me there to die.

The FBI told me later, that a few weeks before this attack, and transwoman, had murdered a cis woman, in a parking lot, abou 20 miles away from where I was attacked. The FBI, believes that my attackers, had somehow found out I wrote transgender fiction, connecting my real name to my penname, (my father's name is in fact "Ken", and I do have a brother) and believed that I wrote transgender fiction, because I was myself transgender, even though I'm not transgender. The FBI, believes the attackers, thought I was my brother, pretending to be a woman.

The FBI investigation, into my son's murder, has dragged on for 13 years, and still now in 2026, continues on, with the FBI, still not having yet identified my attackers, and only guessing at what their motive was.

Thus we come to 2014, and the full swing change of the series I write. WHY my series, went from just a transman main character living life, to the full blown Mpreg genre series that it now is today.

Before the attack, I had a chance of having a baby. I don't know. And because I'm in America, I'm too old to adopt. You have to be under 45 years old to adopt a baby. That is the law in America. I was informed this, when we tried to adopt, now that my injuries leave me unable to get pregnant a 9th time.

Thus began my obsessively writing, my transman main character, pregnant. Always pregnant now. Every time. Every story. Stories that now fully focus on pregnancy, labour, miscarriages, babies dying, babies living, raising babies... the whole series, since 2014 has devolved into an outright baby obsession.

Meanwhile, reborn baby dolls were suggested to me by my therapist, and have also become a deeply obsessive part of my life. Because 13 years ago my son was murdered minutes after he was born, because a transphobic bigot mistook me for being transgender, I'm STILL in a wheelchair, struggling to relearn to use my arms and legs, now 13 years later, and I'm still DAILY dealing with police officers and FBI agents who while they are trying to find my son's killer, they are also daily reminding me... oh, yeah, my son was murdered, literally ripped out of my belly, by a transphobe. Who still has not been located and walks free to kill again.

The golfclub woman as she looked during the golf club attack at Southern Maine community college November 14, 2013. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026. If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

The golfclub woman as she looked during the shopping cart attack at Scarborough WalMart July 26, 2016. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026. If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

The 2nd woman as she looked at both attacks, her hair goes all the way down to her knees. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026. If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer's accomplice, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

Do you know who these two woman who crippled me and murdered my baby, at Southern Maine Community College at 10PM on November 14, 2013, are, and what their connection to the backhoe that drove over my house is? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

I am a legally blind quadriplegic, and low verbal, I have also published 138 novels in the last 48 years. It's not as impossible as people think. The problem being blind and quadriplegic, medically have different meanings then how those two words are used medically.

Fewer than 3% of all blind people see nothing. While 97% people who are classified as fully blind are able to see up to two feet in front of them. Legally blind means I can see more then two feet in front of me but not far enough to see twenty feet in front of me. In my case I can see about eight feet.

Quadriplegic, has varying levels, it means having a damaged nerve bundle in the spinal column causing limited mobility of all 4 limbs, (in my case this was done by a women wielding a golf club, who also beat my 8 month infant's head to pulp on the parking lot tarmak, at the same time she severed my spine with the same golf club; both on November 14, 2013; the FBI investigation into my son's murder and my being crippled has gone on now for 13 years, a few weeks away from 14 years now, and the FBI has still not identified the killer or her motive). Contrary to popular misconception, quadriplegic does NOT mean ZERO movement, it means means limited movement, specifically in means unable to lift arms over head, unable to grip fingers around objects to pick them up, and unable to stand for more then 5 minutes to a time. Because there are so many thousands of nerves in each limb it is actually very rare for there to be 100% no movement, but how much, and to what extent varies by patent depending upon the specific point of injury to the spinal column.

Meaning typing is still possible for over 60% of all quadriplegics.

In my case, it was the lower spine that was severed, cutting off completly my ability to move my right leg, leaving limited feeling in my left leg, and an ability to stand but not walk, with crutches, for the first 9 years. I regained enough nerve growth in my legs by the 9th year to be able to take ten or twelve steps allowing me to get out of bed for the first time since the golf club attack; This in turn lead to me being able to start using a wheelchair, as I was able to sit upright for the first time as well.

Because the shattered vertebrae bone fragments are broken off completly and embedded into the nerve bundle just above my tailbone, doctors were saying I would never walk again, but now at 13 years, I am able to push mu wheelchair like a walker, a distance of almost a thousand steps a day. Though doctors are still doubtful I will ever walk "normally" again, I have proven them wrong, when their said 13 years ago, that I would never walk again at all.

But because of the placement of the damage to my spine, regaining hand use, was always thought possible, it was just a matter of waiting long enough for nerve regrowth, along side daily finger exercises. I was able to continue writing, after becoming quadriplegic, because I still have use of my right thumb, and 2 fore figures of my right hand. And can type 90 words per minute with those 3 fingers.

I however have no wrist strength, elbow strength, or shoulder strength, so I am not able to form a fist, or lift objects, or brush my hair, or my teeth, all thing I have to have my caretaker do. But, those things are not needed for typing. Unfortunately, my pinky and ring fingers are "nerve dead" and drag over the keyboard, and cause horrific spelling errors and typos, which are incredibly frustrating to deal with.

Unfortunately trying to edit errors myself, just makes the errors worse, because those same two fingers drag over the keyboard yet again. Prior to the golf club attack, I rarely had spelling errors; now I got more spelling errors then someone is learning English as second language. Editing is a challenge, that I've had to accept, I simply can not do myself, and I have to hire several editors to help with that.

Low verbal means sounds can still be made, sounds that software programs like Dragon can be trained to recognize and translate, and type into full words. More then half my novels were typed with this method.

I still have a long ways to go before I am anything close to being able to do the things I could do before the golf club woman beat my baby's brains out and shattered my spine. And you know what's more frustrating then how slow mu medical progression has been? The fact that it's been 13 years and the police and FBI are still coming up at dead ends as to who the woman who murdered my baby was, or why she even did it.

My son's 14th birthday is only a few weeks away, but he didn't even get to live long enough to celebrate his 1st birthday, I don't even know why. And I can't wait to regain my ability to walk again, because regaining my ability to walk, means gaining the ability to go outside and start looking for my son's murderer myself instead of sitting at home trapped in a wheelchair waiting for the police and FBI to to find her. So, writing isn't a big priority for me anymore. I only write now, as a way to exercise my hands, in between relearning to walk.

Never let a disability stop you. Plenty of writers, artists, athletes, do not let either blindness, speech impediments, or limited mobility hold then back from perusing their careers.

Do you know who these two woman who crippled me and murdered my baby, at Southern Maine Community College at 10PM on November 14, 2013, are, and what their connection to the backhoe that drove over my house is? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

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