From humble origins in ages past, the Chad's literary craft changed and reshaped as improvements came and flaws went, though a few traits remained constant in his pursuit: His determination, and discipline. No effort would be spared, no obstacle left unchallenged, no pain avoided in his task to become greatest. Popularity be damned, for it is not his ultimate aspiration, but to instead be up high in the pantheon of greatest writers regardless of acknowledgment or not, even if his fate would ultimately turn him into Diogenes of old, living as a hermit by the street.

Many eyes saw his single-minded hunt for perfection, and his work only cemented his iron will and unshakeable resolve. Each of his stories turn greater than the last, without fear nor doubt of treading uncharted waters in his chase for improvement in areas unknown. Fear ceased to exist in his vocabulary, seeing it instead as a challenge, a blessing presented in the form of chance for betterment, warding off stagnation and complacency for a lifelong aspiration in which he'd know himself to be better than any earlier attempt. What joy he experiences is shared with the world, for as much as he finds enjoyment in writing, so does everyone find enjoyment in his prose, no matter a mere paragraph or a tale spanning a hundred books.

Not just in writing does his skill extend, but so too in his thoughts and ideas. The final product would only be a mere stage of his methodical craft, going through a hundred drafts of ideas no matter magnificently titanic or mere minuscule details. Meticulously he finds any flaw in any stage, stamping it out to continue his search for quality, no matter if it takes a day to a year before he writes his final words.

For years, nay, decades he has been honing his intellect in this undertaking, no longer seeing it as a mere hobby but as a means for inward perfection. Every story has a piece of its writer within, for it is the writer's mind that creates the worlds and beings within. Characters created for the purpose of good and evil turn into their own breathing persons merely caught in conflicts of interest with one another and vice versa, granting a certain look into his own mind through what it tells him to write. So too it grants the Chad the insight required to achieve a higher state of being; after all, would the God of his world not be to him what he is to the characters of his literary worlds?

Ultimately, he writes, no matter where he is or what tools lie at his disposal. Great pens, mundane pencils, lumps of coal and a wall, he sees it all the same. He knows true beauty to come from the soul, and though the implements used to show it to the world could complement it thousandfold, a draft in coal weighed more than nothing at all.