I just posted an old horror short story to my website.
Check it out! (just click the image below for the pdf)
So, I’m happy to report that, after a little bit of an inspirational drought, I’m back at it. I’ve been writing quite steadily, and the second book in the Reflections of Shadow trilogy is shaping up nicely.
To those who were displeased with my last post, I’d like to apologize for the schizophrenic nature of this blog, but I’m still refining how I use this forum to express myself. So I’d like to preface this new post with a disclaimer. If you are not into whimsy, do NOT read on.
When I was in school, I was introduced to stream of consciousness. We used it as a tool to loosen our writing muscles, and as a filter-free way to express ourselves. I loved this type of expression then, and I’d like to dive into a little more, just for shits and giggles… Catch you on the flip side!
Tears of starlight stripped of life fall gently on the rubber wet from use and abuse it isn’t that there should be something greater said the lion often the cries of his inner voice are not heard they fall like the rain on deaf ears and the man that runs the machine refuses to account for something that cannot be considered practical or measurable it’s the plight we all share whether you believe it or not too often we step aboard this journey content to let the driver dictate where we end up but the driver doesn’t understand that sometimes the view from the window is not enough too long in the form can blister our senses until they can no longer tell us anything of the ethereal I lose my greater self it strikes me when I see men and women define themselves through a deity’s eyes when that interpretation is so earth-bound as to be ridiculously biased but time both focuses and unfocuses our gaze and it always will tell me she said quietly when did you get so serious I laughed and shook my head it isn’t the seriousness that’s the problem it’s the objects of mirth in between the faerie smiled then and clapped her hands then we’ll have to find your smile again I went along because a part of me had not forgotten the child wide-eyed with wonder at the big beautiful world if you can smile when no one is around then you’ll be just fine…
The word evokes so many images, ideas, opinions, and emotions that it’s difficult to know where to start. But it’s been on my mind of late, so I’ll give it a shot.
I guess I should begin by admitting (despite my predisposition towards misanthropy) that I’ve been quite lucky in love. I’ve been blessed with a family who has always been extremely demonstrative and supportive; great friends, many of whom I may not have appreciated as I should have; and a wife that continues to adore me, despite my flaws.
I’ve definitely made a few mistakes in my search for companionship over the years, but, then, who hasn’t? And, in retrospect, many of those mistakes were nothing more than perceptual – based on my confusing the “idea” of love with the real thing. It’s such an easy mistake to make, after all, that I can’t help but wonder if that isn’t the reason for so many of the unhappy relationships out there… When you’re desperate to live in romantic bliss, sometimes a mirage of love can be overwhelmingly appealing, even if reality proves unhealthy.
In my writing, I’ve tried to use my experiences (limited as they may be) to bring realism to the relationships between my characters. It’s important to me that they’re not immune to the kinds of problems that afflict many searching for love. Infatuation is a major theme that I’ve tried to explore, as is idolization (who among us hasn’t “crushed” on someone who barely knows you exist?). I’ve also tried to explore the depths of the “true” love that exists between my characters. As those of you who’ve known “true” love can attest, it often manifests very differently than how it’s presented to us in the media.
Don’t get me wrong, bliss does exist. I’m not trying to convey the message that love is an illusion, or that it is any less wonderful than what we’ve been presented with in fiction and fantasy. I simply wish to impress upon you that “true” love will manifest differently for everyone, and that it’s in love’s idiosyncrasies that it’s true wonder lies.
Real love will anchor you, when you are feeling lonely and adrift;
It will heal the scratches from all of life’s nettles;
It will guide your dreams, and shape your reality;
Real love will shatter the mirror that keeps you from seeing the world as it really is…
It’s so strange. When I’m writing fiction, I’m rarely, if ever, afflicted by writer’s block. Words usually flow effortlessly, as if merely waiting for my fingers to touch the keyboard. But, sit me in front of a blog post page, and it’s like my brain suddenly goes dead…
So, what’s the deal, lately?
Is it that I have nothing to say? No, I have lots of thoughts, ideas, and opinions that I want to share with the world (my wife’s a little tired of hearing them, apparently).
Is my life that boring? No, I have many experiences to share (at least, I don’t think it’s boring, but, I suppose, a more adventurous person might disagree).
Am I simply buckling under the pressure to be profound or clever? Well… (that’s right, James, blame the readers – they’ll love that).
Whatever the reason, here I am with nothing to say. But, fear not, I do have one idea.
My idea is to ask you for your ideas. What do you want to see me write about?
Let me know what you’d like to see me discuss. It can be anything, really, whether it’s writing-related or not. Because, at this point, it’s either that, or I post videos of my lazy cat… and who’d want to watch that?